My Salon RSS feed's titles get cut off at a certain length, so: "Knicks about to bet on the wrong hors."
Yeah, I hate it when that happens. What's even worse: betting on the wrong pimps.
Speaking of which, I lamely lost the address of the person to whom I promised copies of The Collector. Resend, pretty please, now that I've started burning discs? If you've missed this show, it's a wonderful Canadian deal-with-the-devil series, in which the Devil makes a deal with his local collector of souls, a tormented man he recruited after his own medieval deal went horribly wrong -- as deals with the Devil so often do. It's witty, it's pretty, it's slashy when the Devil takes on the form of a beautiful man, and because it's not US network fare, the good guys don't always win, so there's real tension. Want to try? Drop me a line.
Yeah, I hate it when that happens. What's even worse: betting on the wrong pimps.
Speaking of which, I lamely lost the address of the person to whom I promised copies of The Collector. Resend, pretty please, now that I've started burning discs? If you've missed this show, it's a wonderful Canadian deal-with-the-devil series, in which the Devil makes a deal with his local collector of souls, a tormented man he recruited after his own medieval deal went horribly wrong -- as deals with the Devil so often do. It's witty, it's pretty, it's slashy when the Devil takes on the form of a beautiful man, and because it's not US network fare, the good guys don't always win, so there's real tension. Want to try? Drop me a line.
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Oh my goodness, do I ever drop you a line. A line! Where can I go to tell you my address? Why does that sentence look so awkward?
Can I interest you in some British vampire miniseries goodness in exchange?
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Is there goodness beyond Ultraviolet, which I have and love?