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I just had a dream where I played not only Matt, Nathan, Peter, and Sylar in the most fucked-up Heroes episode ever but also an original character named Sian or Shane, I don't actually know because it was a running gag that nobody could get his name right, and furthermore his entire plotline was that he had to get home before five am because his parents didn't know he had a second job working at a bar that also happened to be the location of the WELSH EMBASSY, what the fuck, and he kept losing his hat. And I know where he was lost, because he was lost in near south Chicago and couldn't get across the river.

And I kept switching back and forth between SIAN THE MORON and all these other characters --

AND ALL OF THEM SPENT THE WHOLE TIME RUNNING. Even Nathan, who can fly.

That's it. I'm blaming Heroes for everything from now on.

*goes back to bed*

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Busy morning was busy -- I had to rescue about eighteen things from certain doom at the hands of Friday's temp -- but I think I've put out all the fires now.

So, as promised, here is the rant! Sam addresses television writing without any formal training other than watching a lot of teevee and being reasonably clever.

Vague spoilers for Heroes all seasons and the final episode of Life on Mars.

( The Story Is All )

Post-diatribe notes:

1. Obviously, if there is wank, directed either at me or at fellow commenters, this post will lock so fast you'll hear the bolts being thrown yesterday.

2. This is, I think, going to generate a lot of thinky, and I encourage thinky. However, it's going to generate a lot of thinky in my inbox. If I don't reply, it's not because I'm ignoring you or think you haven't got a point. It's that OH MY GOD MY INBOX.

These warnings always turn out to be supremely unnecessary, but I know the one time I don't give them, something evil's going to happen.

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I have cookies. And a hat!

I got a package at work today full of delicious cookies, which I have shared appropriately, and then BossBoss came around and said, "Hey, you never got a hat last year."

I must have looked confused, because what was going through my head was Is this some kind of metaphor or hazing ritual or something?

And then he said, "I think the reason was you mentioned that you couldn't put a hat on with your arm in a cast" (OH SO TRUE) "so we didn't give you one. So here!"

AND HE GAVE ME A HAT. It has our corporate logo on it. I feel so...so...branded.

So I gave him a cookie. And we sat and ate cookies and wore hats and then he said, "So the Christmas special was lame" and I had to reassure him that season four of Doctor Who was awesome made manifest and Donna was way less shouty and annoying.

The moral of the story is: Sometimes a hat is just a hat.

And also, don't break your arm and if you do don't bitch about not being able to put a hat on or you will not be given hats.

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jack_and_ellis has been updated!

You can find the new portion of Chapter 34 here, or go to the entire complete chapter here. Clare is angry at her pretend husband, Purva objects to servitude, Ellis tells a story, and Sir Jack Baker proves his memory is far from perfect.

Just broke ten thousand words, NaNo wise. I'm not too far behind!

ALSO OF NOTE: I have decided I do not like mini penne pasta.

As a journal of a young man's deepest thoughts and dreams, this blog sometimes leaves much to be desired.