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"Ah, the searing kiss of hot lead. How I've missed you!"

And here's the other half of it all: 4 day personal rejection on a story, from the Catscurious anthology. Called it "well written, but not what they're looking for." Well, fubar.

(Actually, the only reason why I'm even mildly annoyed about this is because cat stories are a bit of a hard sell elsewhere. Everyone and their mother writes them, apparently. Except those crazy dog-lovers.)

However, 164 words last night. So there, universe. And now is the time on Sprockets when we dance!

Thursday Morning Soundtrack:
"River Man," by Nick Drake.
"Harlem Nocturne," by the BBC Orchestra.
"Fat Lady of Limbourg," by Fluttr.
"Never Did No Wanderin'," by the Folksmen (Mighty Wind Soundtrack).
"Heading For Light," by the Traveling Wilburys.
"Porcelain," by Moby.
"Jane," by Barenaked Ladies.
"Cherry, Cherry (Live)," by Neil Diamond.
"Space is the Place," by Sun Ra.
"Monty Got a Raw Deal," by R.E.M.

Bonus twofer:
"Goodbye," by Hootie & the Blowfish.
"The Wrong Child," by R.E.M.

Um, yes. That's some real danceable music there, iPod. Thanks.

Reading: Predictably Irrational: The Hidden Forces That Shape Our Decisions, by Dan Ariely. You know, the Illuminati, the C.I.A., and Madison Avenue. Those guys.