I come bearing links:

Alien in 30 seconds, re-enacted by bunnies. There's also 30-second bunny The Exorcist, The Shining and Titanic. I think I just heard both halves of Anya Jenkins rolling over in her makeshift grave.

This makes me want to run to a comic shop and buy me some Batman. Someday, Batman, I will have a regular paycheck and we will be reunited. Oh yes, we will.

For some strange reason, it makes me happy that Neil Gaiman lives in exactly the sort of house I've always imagined him living in.

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In other non-news, I've been kinda lazy this week, especially in re: the job hunt. I'm blaming I Love the '90s and the new seasons of TAR and Big Brother. I got a lot more done when there was nothing entertaining on TV. Plus there's still hope that I found my job and they just haven't gotten around to calling me and telling me yet. *hopehopehope*

The current chapter of this novel is turning out to be a long, tedious labor, too. I think this is because this is the first chapter where I didn't know what happens in it before I started it and I'm having to make it all up as I go, which involves a lot of sitting and staring at nothing in particular and trying to imagine what happens next, punctuated by brief stints of scribbling words down. I also keep getting distracted by the next two chapters, which are all written in my head and should be a breeze once I get to them. I'm tempted to just jot down a placeholder outline of chapter 7 and move on ahead to the stuff I'm sure about. But I'm not gonna. I don't think.