He was very nice and said he would add me to the list of other people making the request.
They might really be considering it.
So please, for the love of all that’s holy, write an email to support@hulu.com Re: Hannibal. The more people that request the show, the more likely that we’ll get another season.
Or you could write to Netflix.
I just want to be able to turn on my TV and watch a new season of Hannibal when I want. I’d be so happy.
I feel gross. I spent today doing yardwork and I really need a shower.
Today was kind of a perfect day for being outdoors. It was warm with enough cloud cover that I wasn’t roasting as I chopped down a yard full of blackberries.
This was the first time using my new Leathercraft work gloves and I was happy to have them. They seemed like they’d be too lightweight to deal with the blackberries directly, but they were great for mowing the lawn and using the machete. Plus it was kind of neat that they have some touchpad capable fingertip pads so I could answer my phone.
I was out there chopping down brush for over three hours before I was called away. I felt like I was in the zone or something. I could have kept working for a lot longer. It just seems weird because it wasn’t too long ago that I would have been tired out after an hour.
Get healthy. Be healthy. Live healthy.
Eating generic brand butter pecan ice cream. It’s not the best, but I had a craving for that rich creamy flavor.
It’s a little sweet for my tastes, but it’s what I wanted.
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Warm Bodies played on MTV the other day and I set the DVR to record it. So we’re watching zombie romance while eating ice cream.
It’s an enjoyable movie. Two likeable characters forming a connection even in the face of zombieism.
And just in the face of watching them fall in love, other zombies are reminded of what life used to be.
I feel sad for those too far gone to be saved, but I’m glad that so many can be cured.
Watch the movie. Then watch the Hillywood Show Warm Bodies parody.
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I’m writing some babbly-babbly stuff. You can check some out at Kimichee.com.
There’s longer fiction, shorter fiction, and some form of meta fiction.
Dear Lola,
We went shooting today.
It was funner than I expected.
Can you imagine me with a gun? I wonder if I look as B.A. as you thought I was wielding the machete. (I bet you wish you could see me, huh?)
There was a bit of fear when I first got the 9mm in my hand. I thought the kick was going to hurt. But it wasn’t so bad.
It was my first time target shooting, but I think I did okay. My hits were mostly grouped near center mass. I only bounced a few shots off the berm.
I was a much better shot than I was expecting. I think my brother was surprised too.
I wish you had been there to see it, dear Lola. It felt like the start of something new.