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Dear IRS,

If I ran a theatre the way you run the finances of the country you would call me a lazy, ineffective asshole and cut my funding. I am happy to pay taxes because I recognise that we would have neither roads nor trains nor the National Endowment for the Arts without them. However, I cannot fill out and send you the form you require in the envelope you require it to be sent in, because you did not send me said form or said envelope.

Also, I don't know if you noticed or not, but you sent me my refund several months ago so it's a bit late to be carrying on about how you don't have all the paperwork you need. Copperbadge got paid, bitches.

I will magnanimously send you a personally researched copy of the referenced documentation in a hopefully acceptable substitute envelope, only because I grant your right to authority in the matter of imprisonment, confiscation of wages, etc etc. Don't let it happen again.

Yours in loathing,

Sam Starbuck.

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One:

I am nostalgic for Boston. This heat is the kind we got the summer I spent in Boston and I can remember nights like this when it just never cooled down, sleeping in my tiny rented bedroom with the window wide open. I would wake up at three, much as I am doing now, which is something I had never done before that summer. Just waking up in the night and going to the computer and saying hi to the sleeping world (and the not so sleeping world -- it's nine on Monday morning in Great Britain) and then going back to bed. It's terribly freeing, having your own place (relatively) and keeping precisely the hours you like. I once had a three-am picnic of cold fried chicken, sitting on my bed with the batshit crazy cat begging scraps off me.

Two:

Having woken up, I checked on a download I left running when I went to bed and found it completed. David Thewlis apparently wrote, directed, and starred in a film called Cheeky about a toymaker who goes on a reality show (seriously, I think he might be insane, which is awesome). I managed to find a torrent but what it did not inform me is that, much like Basic Instinct II which I also downloaded because Thewlis was in it, Cheeky was dubbed in a foreign language. I'm not sure why I can't ever get David Thewlis films in English, it's some kind of curse. Last time it was French, this time I think it's Italian.

Three:

Of course I'm still going to watch it. But if anyone happens to know where I might find a download of a version where the dialogue is in English, I would be indebted. Either way there will be screencaps and icons.

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DRAGONFLY

DRAGONFLY IN MY FRIDGE

DRAGONFLY SITTING ON MY HARDBOILED EGGS

As a child I had recurring nightmares about dragonflies with fangs. AND NOW THERE ARE DRAGONFLIES ON MY EGGS.

Somebody tell me that finding a dragonfly in your fridge is an ancient sign of good luck, though I may have used up all the good luck NOT HAVING A HEART ATTACK WHEN I FOUND A DRAGONFLY IN MY FRIDGE.

No, I did not smash it. I covered the whole bowl with a plate, took it outside, and did the OMG DONT COME NEAR ME YOU FREAKY FANGED INSECT dance to get it to fly away.