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Internet! Greetings! Today I made fried dough! The recipe for the dough that I used was... how shall I but this lightly... pretty fucking gross. I'll have to find a different one to try next time. As it is, I have enough frying oil left over to perhaps make crab rangoon some day. Because, let's face it, if I'm cooking for myself I can reuse the oil as much as I want.

IN OTHER NEWS.

Back in the day, one of my first fandoms was Forever Knight. And one of my fondest memories of that fandom is the virtual season that got put together*. I mean, it was pretty great, and the end of the show was incredibly dissatisfying what the fuck is with that rocks fall shit.

And I was thinking today, while I was watching The A-Team movie (again) that, you know. It's a fucking amazing movie. And, shit, they're never going to make a TV show out of it. Hell, they may never make another movie.

...And then I accidentally decided that it would be a great idea to do a virtual season. For the A-Team movie. All by myself.

...

Yeah, we'll see how that goes.

* Holy shit, I assumed that virtual seasons were a 90s thing, because I've not really heard of any, you know, post 90s. But I just googled for the FK one to make sure I was remembering it right, and jesus there's a shit ton of them. In fandoms I'm theoretically in, even! HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS? In disappointing news, wtf, when did "they" depart from the, you know, fic format and decide that script format was better? :(

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MICHAEL: One evening, a patient was brought into my clinic in the middle of the night. He was tortured so badly I couldn’t believe he was still breathing. A man was with him. It was the man on your radio. I’ll never forget the voice. He put a gun to my head and explained to me that my patient had robbed him and that he wanted me to save him so the pain would last longer. I did what I could. He said to come here for my money — my blood money. There’s a place between life and death. Amazing how long a man can linger there.
PRESCOTT: That’s enough, all right? Okay. Bring everything upstairs. We’re getting out of here. Tony? Tony, can you hear me?
THUG: What the hell is going on?
MICHAEL: I know this guy. He’ll have people outside the bank, in your truck,and on your boat. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.
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