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So, in the past few weeks we've had a rash of dadaist thefts. Why else would my Front-of-House pal have his belt and nametag stolen? In addition, a can of shoe deodorant has gone missing from the locker room. Though the latest theft is rather more serious, because it involves a wheelchair we use for our handicapped patrons.

My personal theory is that someone is building a robot.

You might laugh, but when the WHEELCHAIRMOTRON breaks free and wreaks havoc in downtown Chicago, you'll all be sorry.

Apropos of nothing, our graphic designer just walked by wearing a SAVE GINNY t-shirt.

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Sam's Three Things about Heroes. This would be a lot more intelligent if I were.

Also, wow with the unbridled, unshielded exposition. Did they make the intern write those bits?

1. AHA SYLAR DID IT TOLD YOU S -- oh. Wait. What? Goddammit.

2. We have met Andy-who-is-not-Jack. And he is a bad actor. Goddammit.

3. No Claude. Goddammit.

3a. Nathan always looks slightly dumb when he flies. I'm sorry, it's true.

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Am home. One more day, then I have the day off. Four more days after that, and then I have three off.

I had a short thing all set to write up for the Nietzsche project, but I'm too tired.