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PRIDEFEST IS HERE.

And proof that whatever else you can do with homosexuals, bisexuals, intersexuals, transsexuals, and everyone who loves them...

You can't keep them down.

(For one thing, the people who are trying are just not fabulous enough.)

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Sam's Three Things about The Show Which Has No Name:

Okay, wait.

Did that episode just happen? Because it seems like while forty minutes of episode happened, nothing actually happened. Except for one utterly gratuitous Author Self-Insert Rejects God scene.

I realise they're building to the finale, but this is ridiculous.

And yes. *sigh* I will be tuning in next week.

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Quiet day at work today. The new people are settling in, and they've taken some of the workload off our shoulders. Which is just as well, since I may be coming down with something -- the restlessness translated into downright mental iffiness and I'm not certain that dinner is going to stay where I put it, ie, in my stomach. Hi there, TMI.

Apparently and without warning Chicago Pridefest has descended, and since a couple of my coworkers are in the parade or on floats or looking forward to cruising, I'm on deck for the box office. Hopefully it'll give me some time to work on the long-overdue drabbles and LC, but if I'm still fuzz-headed tomorrow I may just sit there and try not to kill any patrons. It was a challenge tonight, let me tell you, and that was after going to bed at like, 10:30 last night.

Someone mentioned to me that the Harry Potter IMAX movie has the last twenty minutes in three-d. I'm kind of intrigued as to how that works. Is there a keyword? Is it like Rocky Horror where we'll get to chant along? Do they stop the film? Will there be throwing of toast?

The Harry Potter Picture Show. Now there's a horrifying thought.