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So much, and yet so little to talk about...

Today was supposed to be my "performance evaluation". The day came and went and the horrible cunt stood me up. Now, it's bad enough that someone that petty, unprofessional and irresponsible is put in charge of conducting something as important as evaluating someone else's performance, but then not to keep her appointment? Unreal. No telling when it will take place now. She was conscientiously evasive when I inquired about when I might expect her.

Had a dream about the end of the world the other night. It played along perfectly with a script idea I've been entertaining so I may end up using some of it. In it someone drops the bomb and being far enough away from the blast zone, my only indication that something is wrong is that electricity and communication is down. News travels fast and the city is thrown into total chaos. It ended (in typical dream fashion) a great period of time later with society completely broken down and me and some girl running Omega Man style from bandits or some such shit. A couple of amusing points in the duration: At one point power is momentarily restored long enough for all the sitcoms to announce "a very special episode" and for me to post my last journal entry on here. That last part I think is a not so subtle message that I spend altogether too much time here.

I just received SG Lenore's Evil Cult in the mail today only to find when I opened it that it was scratched all to shit. I hope to hell that it still plays because I hate returning DVDs. Well, it looks pretty entertaining anyway. I'm hoping that it's more like The Convent than Scream.

I played the shit outta Manhunt last night. I was a one man killing machine. Seriously, I realized at about ten-thirty that I hadn't eaten anything all day, I was that singularly obsessed. I came up with a theory that maybe it's not me that hates video games but video game designers who hate me.

I found out that there are not one, but two sequels to Return of the Living Dead on the table right now. One involves gun toting skateboarders and the other centering around ravers. Apparently these were the last two countercultures that hadn't been exploited by this franchise. Furthermore, I've also heard Tobe Hooper's name mentioned in connection with at least one of them. If you need proof that the Once and Future King of Horror is past his pull date, I give you exhibit A.

I'm awaiting the first of many Santo DVDs. My all time favorite of the Man in the Silver Mask's films is still the unparralled Santo vs. The Vampire Women, but I can't find that one on DVD. I'm really nostalgic all of a sudden for old-time lucha libre stuff. I'm going to have to find an outfit that sells decent copies of old matches with guys like Santo, Blue Demon and Mil Mascaras. If anyone knows of any place, spill it.

In closing, why is it whenever you're trying to get a girl out of your head that every radio station plays songs that either remind you of the one you're trying to forget or at least highlight your frustration?

That's all for my uneventful week.

Viva del SANTO