And that's all there really is to say about Kingdom of Heaven.
I'm watching last week's Revelations right now, and while at first I was finding it ridiculous that the death of Bill Pullman's daughter was 24-hour news worthy, in light of elliptical trainer revelations, it makes somewhat more sense. Not the show, of course. The show is still pointless. Even with John Rhys-Davies in a wheelchair. That'd normally be enough for me.
People keep asking me what I've been up to, how I'm spending my hours of leisure. Well, it's 1 AM and I think I've finally caught up with my email. Which is good, because I'll be away from the computer for at least six hours tomorrow and that's going to mean little good.
I get to have a nice lunch, though. That'll be nice.
Went to the library and got comics, books about SPACE, and books about the Apocalypse. Time to use some of the latter in an attempt to generate some apocalypse-y imagery. Never doubt the joys of writing a play about the Apocalypse.
Oh, god, shut up Mr. Satanist! I'm here for wacky supernatural stuff and Gimli on wheels. Everything else goes stale.