Melodrama Sucks

Except for City of Angels. How could I possibly be disappointed by a film that portrays Meg Ryan dying via "romantic bicycle ride into lumber truck"?

Oh, that was a spoiler alert, purposefully forgotten to be mentioned. Never watch that movie.

I don't really have time for a dramatic last post from America, so I'll do that when I'm in England. I'm busy trying to fit my dog into a suitcase. The tail keeps sticking out, and this is after I hacked it off from the rest.

I was also busy tonight entertaining Mike and Andy, the only friends considerate (sic available) enough to show up at my elaborate going away event. Sorry everybody else, but you're going to have to catch my family's Universal Studios-produced green-screen appearance on Star Trek some other time. Spoiler alert: I'm a Vulcan.

To fill space, I was going to paste a story I wrote during college about a depressed tapeworm named Tapey. Technology issues with my old computer prevent that at the moment, however, so enjoy my Tapey art instead:

Never mind. I can't upload pictures right now for some reason. Maybe Tapey's just too cute.

Oh, and God bless America, if you believe in either of those capitalized tenets. Which you shouldn't. Religion and patriotism really hurt my efforts in International Public Policy.

Oh, and that's the degree I'm going to England to get. So that's the melodramatic ending. Sniff.