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Happy birthday buymeaclue!

I'm told we have to be nice to her, or something.

So what are you going to do about it?

I don't know. I wish I did.

I wrote my congresscritters today.

( A tiny snippet of what I said )

It doesn't feel like enough. Nothing I do feels like enough. I have a big ole stupid case of survivor's guilt, which, like most stupid things, won't leave me alone. I catalogue books and write novels and hug my cats and I just feel so helpless. And then I think Helpless? Shit, lady, how do you think everbody in NO feels? and I feel worse.

Argh.

Okay, done whining. I'll try to stay angry instead of mopey, and go back to rambling about books.

Also, palinade talks about exactly what I'm feeling, and a lot more clearly.

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The Transporter 2 is generally as bad as I expected, though Jason Statham shines. He is so much better than those movies. I want Turkish the action hero, dammit.

The most disturbing part was when they recycled the music from the Sin City trailer. I spent a while twitching and wondering why I kept hearing Mickey Rourke and seeing Jessica Alba's hips before it clicked.