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Be-Thunkering.

On my way home at the moment. I'm thinking a good chunk. No, not the sorta hardcore reflection I undertook earlier today. Just brainfarting out some thoughts.

For one, I'm trying to decide what movie to review for Monday. I have a couple in mind. Some of them could be a lot of fun to review but I'm leery of having to rewatch them. Yes, that awful. Others are actually decent if not outright good movies I actually *enjoyed* on their own, but I'm worried I've reviewed too many of those recently--I may even have to change the name from "Bad Movie Mondays" to "Not-Always-That-Awful-Movies-Reviewed-On-Some-Weekday-Other-Than-Monday Mondays".

Still I could do something kinda interesting with some of those....hm.

I'm also considering posting it as a vlog again, much like I did for BIG MEAT EATER. Except I'm feeling ambitious and want to try editing it myself this time. This may require some practice vlogs, not that my otherwise much neglected followers on youtube would mind.

So, as you can see, mostly idle thoughts at the moment that *might* yield something substantive. Hey, I had kinda a big day. Lot on my plate. Chose to be a grownup. You pick which excuse you like best.

Anyway, getting off the train now. Time for some walkin' and more thinkin'.


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