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Again, I say, more Box Migration tomorrow.
Note to self: Call B. Loehr. Update resume. Pack for WW--wait. Don't PACK for WW. Make the fucking costume.
That is all.
Oh. And Bob Hope died.
Guess he wasn't a robot, vampire, immortal, or alien after all.... Wait. Did they autopsy him?
Note to self: Call B. Loehr. Update resume. Pack for WW--wait. Don't PACK for WW. Make the fucking costume.
That is all.
Oh. And Bob Hope died.
Guess he wasn't a robot, vampire, immortal, or alien after all.... Wait. Did they autopsy him?
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See, now I don't feel that bad about my convo with my dad, wherein we're bad people who mock the dead (translated from Finnish):
He: "All hope is lost. The world is doomed."
Me: "Huh?"
He: "Bob Hope died. We're hopeless."
Me: "..huh? I thought he was dead already!"
He: "Well. He WAS an actor. Maybe he was just acting he wasn't dead for the past few years."