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My e-mail is down! Last known to have worked a little after six this morning; after that point, nothing. If anything requires my urgent attention, please send it to my other address or contact me by some other means. I'll edit this post when I am in proper communication with the outside world again. That's all today needed.
[edit] E-mail restored! Still flickery. I seem to have a lot of Facebook notifications.
In other laments of technology:
TELEPORTER. TELEPORTER, PLEASE. THERE IS A PETER LORRE RETROSPECTIVE AT THE BFI.
Seriously, they're showing a print of Der Verlorene (1951). Mad Love (1935) and The Face Behind the Mask (1941) is a brilliant double feature. I've barely even heard of F.P.1 anwortet nicht (1932).
TELEPORTER.
In other contexts of time travel:
Century-old restaurant menus from New York City. I am less interested in the comparative pricing than in the items available. I feel like egg with tarragon and ox tongue might have come around to being trendy again.
[edit] E-mail restored! Still flickery. I seem to have a lot of Facebook notifications.
In other laments of technology:
TELEPORTER. TELEPORTER, PLEASE. THERE IS A PETER LORRE RETROSPECTIVE AT THE BFI.
Seriously, they're showing a print of Der Verlorene (1951). Mad Love (1935) and The Face Behind the Mask (1941) is a brilliant double feature. I've barely even heard of F.P.1 anwortet nicht (1932).
TELEPORTER.
In other contexts of time travel:
Century-old restaurant menus from New York City. I am less interested in the comparative pricing than in the items available. I feel like egg with tarragon and ox tongue might have come around to being trendy again.
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Maybe if we all chip in . . .