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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

My Redundancy Notice

This gig was getting old, anyway, right?

The zombies bit was one thing. The real trouble is that the piece is so thinly presented.

Separately, Arianna suffers Nazis gladly, knowingly, willingly. Who knew? Well, the-man-who-wouldn't-shut-up, of course.