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Well, today was a nothing day for me. Not so much for my roommate.

I went grocery shopping and got some laundry done.

He blew a tire and lost brake pressure while driving home from work last night.

I drove him to Pep Boys for parts.

He accidentally broke off the ruptured brake line while trying to juryrig a repair and is going to have to take it into a garage tomorrow to get the entire thing replaced.

Poor guy.

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Wow. I'm watching Category 7: The End of the World on tv right now and it's the biggest schlockfest I've seen in a long, long time. It's worse than 10.5, people!

It's so cheesy, it's like someone melted a Velveeta factory into a fondue pot and garnished it with cans of EZ-Cheez.

Although, I must admit that I admire the writers for not even bothering to give us any reason to care about the characters. And giving us visual proof that Ma Nature hates mimes, soccer hooligans and creepy clowns, in that order.

Poison. Frogs. Get loose at a political function and wallow around on the food. I'm not making this us; there was a clear shot of a frog, on its back, wiggling in froggy glee all over a plate of paté.

Shannen Doherty! Randy Quaid! Swoosie Kurtz! It's a madhouse of B/C-list actors desperate for a paycheck! Batten down the hatches!!!

It's the plagues Moses called down on the Egyptians and this time, God hates potheads! Potheads and jocks! And maybe Tom Skerrit, I'm not sure yet!