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Okay, I've stopped freaking out. And you can tell, 'cause I'm writing reviews again. :D

So, I've been sekritly watching the HBO drama Oz over the past four weeks or so, inhaling all six seasons at a whack. It's kind of like a soap opera, only with shanks and a lot of anal rape. Considering the violence, it's been an odd way to wind down, but unlike many shows and books I've been distanced from it -- felt no need at all to write fanfic about it, and thought a lot about what the Oz fandom must think of its canon. It's the first time I've seen something and sort of stood outside it and wondered about its fans and their attitude towards the show, which is a weird sensation.

The show has ended, but ( I'll cut for spoilers just in case... )

In other news, someone decided to correct a minor error in one of my fics by sending me a slew of dictionary definitions of "symbiology" and "symbology" to drive home their point that I used the wrong term. Lo, I am crushed. *eyeroll* Why are people such dickheads?

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Me: So I've had a look at some places that are less expensive, and the agent's going to show them to me when I'm free.
Mum: That's great! Hey, Lucky's looking at some foreclosed properties too. They're really inexpensive, some are as low as fifty thousand.
Me: That sounds fantastic. Hell, I might be able to get approved for a loan for something that cheap.
Mum: Oh, well. If it's just fifty thousand, Lucky will buy it cash-down and you can pay us rent towards equity.

O.o

I'm not sure anything other than an anime face really covers my reaction to that statement.

Oddly enough, the most comforting thing she's said to me is "It's like a play, it'll come together on the dress rehearsal" which I know to be true, because plays always do. So I'm a little less anxious about that and can devote all that energy to fretting that I'm vastly underpaid and need a better job.

K's leaving on Thursday. He's decided this gives him licence to come in to work half an hour late, leave his station phone completely off, and spend all day watching YouTube videos with Tibs. I wish to purge the earth of his presence, using fire and possibly the sword.

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I almost forgot to tell the Best Story Of Today.

So, working at a theatre as I do, we tend to get some famous people from time to time. I have no head for names or faces, so I tend not to notice. Today, a young man came up to the box office and very shyly, very hesitantly asked if we had his paycheck. We hold the checks on the weekends when admin isn't around, so that actors who weren't there on Paycheck Day can pick up their money.

I told him we did, but Tibs hadn't opened the safe yet so it'd be a minute or two. He hung out at the window and watched with interest as we went through the morning routine, which to an outsider looks like a lot of pointless obsessive-compulsive activity.

Finally Tibs brought the actor paychecks around, and I handed him the sign-out sheet, asked his last name, passed over his check, and bundled the rest back into the safe. When I came back, Coworker A was giggling insanely.

Coworker A: Do you KNOW who that WAS?
Me: Um, yeah, he signed for his check. His name's X Smith.
Coworker A: But do you know who he is?
Me: No? Should I? How do you know who he is?
Coworker A: X Smith played [rather embarrassing character] on [famous primetime tv show].
Me: Oh. *pause* Well, that explains why he's so shy.

I fail at celebrity-hunting.