...As The Gates To Hell Swing Open Before Me...

Just RSVP'ed for my first film fest party - Casino Jack at the Brant House, which is at least a better venue than the last time I was at a party with Kevin Spacey.

Ah, so arrogant, so jaded. The real Anton Sirius is coming to the surface. If you were enough of a Whedonite to actually watch Dollhouse you've got an idea what it's like.

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