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Life, continuing on from last week's craziness:
 

BabyBoy. Seriously, he is going to be the death of me. He's currently in a summer Shakespeare drama camp doing Twelfth Night, but he won't tell us who he was cast as (the last time that happened he had the lead role) only that he is sad because there are no swordfights. Or ninjas (he's working on some League of Legends ninja cosplay for DragonCon. It involves purple dye, killmenow.) He's about to go audition for a play about the Warsaw Ghetto, which, whiplash much? He said something enthusiastic about gun smuggling. (I guess I should just be happy he hasn't asked to go audition for The Walking Dead, because seeing nothing more than publicity stills of that show gives me nightmares.) He is also addicted to Unique Eats on the Cooking Channel and now wants to know whether a restaurant is "indie" or not before he votes on where we're eating. So far, he has graciously made exceptions to his "no chains" philosophy for The Palm and Maggianos (notice how these are not on the same scale as, say, McDonalds, sigh. At least no one can accuse him of having cheap taste.)  I can see this providing vast amounts of entertainment in the coming years.
 

msktrnanny is the *awesomest*: she went and found me allll the Muppets-as-Star-Wars-characters action figures and trucked them around the park and packed them up and sent them to me and they are to die for. ♥ ♥ (and let me know if you'd rather have a check or paypal.)
 

I'm not sure why seeing 20% of Tom Hardy's face around Bane's mask in The Dark Knight Rises has prompted my brain to go read lots of Eames/Arthur when, y'know, actually seeing Inception didn't, but it has. And I am.

And that's about where my life is now, in between the error message handling and hunting down loan payments and scholarship grants with Oldest. How's everybody else?