march 8, 2001. I have so much Christing work to do. Somehow I've slipped into my grade 4 mind, and I've decided to put it off until my mom drives me to the library in an ecstasy of rage. My work habits at the age of 9 sent her into fits. I would wait until the last possible minute on the last possible night, go to bed with the project half undone and wake up early to scribble some sort of conclusion. If there was library research involved, she would sometimes end up doing the computer search just so we could get the books and go home. Why am I telling this story? Beats doing real work. Two largish media announcements: The Harry Potter Movie web trailer is on the official website. I have watched it 3 times, and each time it has (no joke) moved me to tears. Unless they fuck up real big - and they can, I have no doubt - this should be the most incredible movie experience in my personal history since (don't laugh) Interview With The Vampire. Okay, I'm a big geek and I need to get out more - it's been said, it's out in the open. Let's move on. Dav's comic is ready for pre-ordering, and you can take a look here. Since I found this out from Stacy's site, I'm a bit pouty. But then again, I probably should have replied to his last monkey email a lot earlier. News for you! I made tasty dinner yesterday - it was chickeny, mushroomy, and ricey. It was good enough that I was forced to call a friend and say "If you tasted this, you would cry with overwhelming emotion. 'What have I done to deserve this forkfull of heaven?'" She asked if she could come over and have some, and I quickly said "No it's all finished goodbye." - dav's penultimate email