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I really need my doctor to stop describing me like I am a dog he is trying really hard to get adopted. I’m a little concerned I may just be a poodle with an inflated sense of self at an overindulgent vet.

Why did they play Firefly out of order when they first aired it? Why did they try to present an ultimatum over the marriage of two characters who are the definition of true love? How did audiences still love the mess they aired and Fox still cancelled it? Fox, whyyyyyyy. Its been years and I

I’m like a jar of chutney in the fridge that is Twitter, in the garage that is the internet. Just knocking about in the dark, passing my used by date. By the time someone finds this account I, like the chutney, will be unrecognizable. (Edit: Ain’t that the truth, and as it turns out, so

Who moved my castle? The live action remake of howls moving castle coming soon to a cinema near you.

“Its probably just someone’s bins” is now my go-to horror film catchphrase for when something is making a suspicious sound or moving around in the dark.

When I was younger, if I couldn’t sleep, I would pretend to be a parent with two kids. Would knock me right out.

Saw a man step out of a hairdressers with foils in today (I guess bleaching is a pretty intensive procedure), then turn around and find he was locked out. The look of defeat as he lowered his head and set off bizarrely down the street, goodness, that was the look of a broken man.

It is wildly important we bring back monkey quest. No more talk, now is the time to act. As a species, monkey quest was our one great accomplishment, and we threw it all away. But we can still make this right.

“I’m writing on a train for Christ’s sake, there are no rules for a rebel like me!” -An excerpt from a 2019 attempt at journal keeping that sadly sums me up entirely. What can I say, i’m a rule breaker.

What’s that one holiday film with the green guy called, the gerbil that killed Christmas? It’s on the tip of my tongue… Eugh