short report

How to Steal a Million is a rather amazing film on all sorts of strange levels.
Kat bought me the handiest and most menacing advice book ever. You've all been warned.
There is much much Franz Ferdinand love due to Mira.
That creepy winged statue near St. John the Divine is, well, really creepy.
Kali goes to Rome tomorrow.
More Descensus letters to be posted momentarily.
And finally, while I missed Project Runway tonight, can I just tell you how much I adore Daniel V.?

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things to write about later:

While I don't believe in the truth, Frey is still an asshole, or a sociopath. I haven't decided which.

Just because really smart kids are frequently challening to teach and raise, does not mean every kid, whose parents think they are a handful and foster conditions that make them more of a handful, is a fucking genius. But then of course in America everyone wants their kid to be a genius, so why the hell not let them get away with all sorts of crap and then be all hippy dippy about it to prove that they unique and evolutionarily advanced. In other words, wankity wank wank: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/12/fashion/thursdaystyles/12INDIGO.html

Dear LJ

Dear LJ,

I like you and all. I pay for an account have have been here a really long time. I was even an early adopter at one point on a different acount.

This business is a really uncool idea though. Poking at someone is quasi-legitimate, but wow, do I not want LJ in the business of telling people how to be "friends" -- and we all know how much LJ users have ever liked that particular terminology assumption for those they choose to converse with online. In case you missed it -- not at all.

You need to change this one. Let people write their own messages. Make the default message less inane. You certainly don't need to be finding yet another way to trivialize the word friend, and the "be a friend, use our service" message is particularly crass.