the front door bend my ear that was Zen this is Dao

1 Hippocrates, 34 A.T. (Feb. 02, 2003) - 10:07 a.m.

But wait, there's more...

Between Christmas and the apology, a number of things happened that were worth mentioning (and a great many more that weren't). As my evil twin points out, I got two presents from him. I also got another addition to my DVD collection (a late-breaking arrival on New Year's Day from my cousin in Massachusetts).

This is besides the ones I've previously mentioned, to say nothing of my collection of weird Japanese nudist discs ordered from the guys in Isesaki. (And I probably should say nothing of them, because I keep them in my room, not with the other stuff. Besides, they weren't Christmas presents anyway.)

And I'm looking forward to another DVD coming April 11. And to the next book two months later:

The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive.... The only person left outside was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four.

We're all waiting for the White Bumblebee to tell Harry everything (even if, like me, we're surprised to find we're reading it so soon). Maybe he'll be able to explain what Lucius Shepard's major malfunction is. (My evil twin has his own theories, but he'd rather express them himself.)

And, speaking of the medieval, how about a production of the immortal Bard's highest tragic walk, starring the Inverted Wizard and her supporting cast? Will this start a trend? (Of doujins featuring the characters putting on amateur dramatics, I mean.) Should it, for that matter?

Oh, and if you're a fan of Daria, or Darkseid, you might like the strip that teams them up. Just a suggestion.

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