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See, this is what happens when I forget to update for several consecutive days. I had intended to instruct you-all to celebrate Lindsay Lohan’s 18th birthday last Friday, and I entirely forgot. Anyways, the lovely Miss Lohan turned 18 on Friday, miraculously transforming me from a dirty old man into just another stalker roughly within her age group, and therefore, dating pool. Not that I’m really a stalker or anything. I’m not even her biggest fan. Hell, I’ve never even seen one of her movies. In fact, I first saw her a month or so ago on Leno. But she’s cute enough that she’s officially displaced the now-also-not-jailbait Olsen twins as my impure thought of choice. :) The Olsen twins don’t do much for me now that they’ve started to closely resemble Jack Skellington. I mean, I’ve nothing against skinny girls or anything, but I don’t want to be able to discern individual vertebrae when the girl’s standing up. Ya know? I like mammals. Mammals have body fat.

So! I’m done at Coach House, I think, as of this last weekend. I say ‘I think’, because I was supposed to have been done as of June 29, but Scott talked me into working the weekend. And I can’t rule out the possibility that he’ll talk me into something like that again. Scott’s a wily little bugger that way. He’s mean about it. He asks. And then I have a hard time saying no. :)

I wanna go see King Arthur tonight, but I don’t know if I’ll get the chance. Does anyone else think it looks good? I think it’ll be cool in that it tries to capture the origins of the legend, instead of just retelling the legend.