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tim goodman
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listen, lady...
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SMRT-TV
los angeles
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bookslut
ostrich ink
HEARTtaker
screenplays

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John Bowe (ed):
Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone:
Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell:
Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn:
People's History of the U.S.

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kcrw
woxy

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The Daily Show
Prison Break
The Office (US)
Lost
Kitchen Confidential
Veronica Mars

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Thursday, June 24, 2004

Making labels right now. Very exciting. Made copies earlier. Even more exciting.

Tonight I may post cut scenes from last month's Bookslut column. This will be a marvelous appetizer for actually writing next month's column.

Fever Pitch, the Colin Firth adaptation, made me sleepy last night. By "made me sleepy," I mean, "knocked me unconscious." That's never a testament of quality (or lack thereof), though.

Another assistant here just got a new phone. She's programming it right now, softly entering numbers and speaking out loud the names. "Jeffrey's cell. Jeffrey's cell."

I've had the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song stuck in my head for the past six hours.

Still not fired.

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