To see a perfect forest through so many splintered trees
Today I do not have a migraine. And I started a new poem, which is already an improvement. (I wish I had written Peter Spagnuolo's "Interpol 22019-1.7: The Head of the Hatra Apollo," but that can't be helped and I'm glad someone did.) And tonight is the first installment of TCM's Hammer Horror Fridays, of which I am planning to watch as many as contain Peter Cushing my brain can stand. Happy October. Wish me luck.

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Hooray for not having a migraine.
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This is excellent news, especially the first bit, although I have to admit a certain selfish glee at the second, as I'm looking forward to reading it.
I hope you enjoy your Hammer Horror Friday!
Happy October. Wish me luck.
Thanks! To you as well! Good luck!
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Also, "Interpol 22019-1.7: The Head of the Hatra Apollo" was excellent.
A goatherd sings, slings a Kalashnikov
nice.
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This, I think, is the first thing to make me regret giving up cable. Enjoy!
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Nine
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I'm sorry; I LOL'd at the subject line. Your birthday month always has so much muchness.
I need to send you more email. But apropos of nothing, I am very glad you wrote more pome.
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One of my theme songs.
October: time to go to ground?
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Sad not to see Horror Express on the TCM list. It's so terribly awesome, but not wholly Hammer so I guess that makes sense. I get such a giggle out of Cushing and Lee coming together. "We're not monsters, we're British!"
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*smiles* Oh, I know that feeling.
Hammer Horror Fridays? I need to get TCM.