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19 July
What did I do yesterday? Nothing! Am I ashamed of that fact?
Well, not nothing, exactly. I took a complicated bath involving salt scrub and blue corn mask and banana deep conditioning and things, and I caught up on journal reading, and I had my dinner in the back yard, and I added a bunch of people to Open Pages. See? Not nothing, but not much to write about!
Since I did bugger all yesterday and have absolutely nothing whatever to convey, here are my favourite recent entries in other people's journals: Dave Van's hilarious story of Melanie and the rocks, and Linda's astonishingly moving entry about death. It is the entry for the 13th of July, but at this writing is still the current entry.
Wait, here's a story! So I got on the van the other day, and they put a video on, like it was an airplane or something, but it was No Escape, a film that I liked perfectly well when I saw it in the theatres--as I recall, it only falls apart at the end, and since I would only be seeing about fifteen minutes of it, I figured that that didn't affect my life any. Anyway, so it started and they are taking the prisoners to the prison, and they are told that they can never never never escape, then the warden asks to see Ray Liotta and he tells him all about himself ("And then you escaped from three level five prisons") and told him that he would never never never escape, and did I mention no escaping, then he turns away, and turns back and says "Is there anything you'd like to say?" and Ray says "Don't ever turn your back on me again". At that point, the van lost power for a second, and the movie turned off. There was a pause, and then I said "Well, that was a nice, short movie! The ending was a bit ambiguous, but I think it said what it had to say, and I give it points for not going on and on. I mean, at that length, we can watch it four or five more times!" Everyone on the whole van was laughing. I felt so powerful.
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