I saw Spider-Man 3 again last night, with my dad and sister. I liked it, as I did before. It was really fun to get to see it, we went to the 6:45 showing, and got home at about 9:20 or something. Woo. And when we came out of the theater, the moon was in the sky, and it was just a beautiful night... Mmmn...

*GASP* I just realized... I theorized like a maniac over how Harry Osborn could be alive after SM3 and obsessed over details... I'm crazy for comics and sci-fi and horror and fantasy and whatnot and I'll spend endless time speculationg over them... And thus the only conclusion that these facts lead to is a grim and disturbing one... I have... FANBOYISM!

I must lock myself away before I infect others! It's contagious! Horribly contagious! Who knows how far the virus has spread... Ah, who am I kidding, fanboyism's fun.