...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

I just realised, Calamity Jane? Totally that wax model from the Mormon Museum that talks to Harper in Angels in America. So fucking creepy!

In other news, StrangeCat turned up again today. I hadn't seen her around for a while, and I was wondering where she had gotten to. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the tale of StrangeCat, let me first assure you that this is not some Tyler Durden-esque alterego through which I commit all the heinous acts that I so long to inflict upon the horrified public. She is, in fact, an actual cat who hangs around my street and sometimes follows me home, with the unerring instinct cats have when it comes to people who are suckers for cute animals and can be relied upon to have tuna or a bag of kitty treats lying around. I assume she belongs to somebody, since she's all sleek and prettiful, but then if everyone on my street is as much of a soft touch as I am, it's not impossible that StrangeCat actually is a very smart stray. Anyway, she's very cute, and if any of you have ever wondered why I have cans of tuna when I hate tuna and can only eat it when drenched in tabasco sauce and mayonaisse to drown out the taste - that's the reason.

Have just finished watching Angels in America, and my word, it was strange. Doesn't really help that my brain persists in thinking of Patrick Wilson as Raoul, and giggling quietly to itself at the image of Raoul as a slightly dopey but very adorable Republican Mormon. 'Cause seriously, did anyone else just want to pinch his cheeks and give him cookies? "Buddy kiss", aww! You go, tiny gay Republican!

Oh, and also? "I live with my parents" is going to give me hysterics for a very, very long time to come.