March 8th, 2004

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Well, my apartment is now filled with a sort of burning acetone stench from the flooring they're laying down at the Pubix. Here's hoping I don't wake up dead.
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Confessional time: On Friday, I acquired a copy of Under the Tuscan Sun on DVD. I didn't pay any money for it; I only entered into a contest in hopes of winning it, and win it I did. I did this solely because Diane Lane makes inside my pants feel like the Grinch's heart after he realizes the true meaning of Christmas.
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Good-Bad-Good

Good News: There is (obviously) a lot of interest in Hollywood right now in getting a film version of The Hobbit made.

Bad News: New Line Cinema owns the rights to make it, but MGM own distribution rights. So it'll likely be a couple years at least before they even start pre-production while all that shit gets worked out.

Good News: Guess who's got his first-crack directiorial option sewn up tight? Peter Jackson.
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Well, ain't that ruttin' special

Something on the sandwich I made myself for dinner has been sitting in my refridgerator for a little too long; I just puked my guts up down to stomach lining. I probably would have noticed whatever it was while I was eating but my damn nose has quit working again. Stupid piece of crap nose. Ehh, at least the ol' healing factor's still hanging in there. Except now I'm hungry again.