2003-10-05 - 11:56 a.m.
Damn it. I go out for coffee this morning, and there's a van parked across the street that's painted exactly like the Mystery Machine (except it's a later-model van than the one linked to here), and DO I HAVE MY FUCKING DIGITAL CAMERA WITH ME? No, I do not.
One day I'll have this spot-photography concept down pat. Just not today.
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With all due respect to the female gender, I'm far less concerned with Arnold's propensity for groping and talking dirty to any woman within 10 feet than I am with certain powerful men he's apparently been taking it up the ass from.
Just remember, kids--Arnie becomes governor, and that $9 billion dollars that the power companies stole from the taxpayers of California? Don't hold your breath waiting to get it back.
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Tried to see this last night, but both of the evening showings were sold out, with a line of scary, hygienically-challenged and/or painfully hip Bruce Campbell fanboys winding all the way around the block from the theater. Twice. And here I thought my celebrity obsessions were obscure enough to go unnoticed by the unwashed masses.
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