In the Male's handwriting, "Party, Mat's place" looks an awful lot like "Darth Nazplaie".
(This isn't the cask of goon you're looking for...)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
In the Male's handwriting, "Party, Mat's place" looks an awful lot like "Darth Nazplaie".
"When you get right down to it," my mother philosophised, "Coeliac isn't all that bad. I mean, it just limits your diet a bit. There are lots of worse things you could have. Like cancer, or multiple sclerosis, or gall stones."
Nothing cheers me up, though, like hitting an error in between songs on my "Loud 'n' Angry" playlist, and having Pippin's voice suddenly declare: "Ooh, that was close!"
Just went to see the supervisor, always an exercise guaranteed to leave me feeling good about myself and life in general.
Everything in moderation. Especially sobriety.
Long version or short version?
Right, so, we're going away for the weekend. At least, we are if Jen ever gets finished packing. *ducks*
I say, old chap, it's a friday five. Wonders will never cease.
GAmbiT Xr3k: you r u g a y i g jk
Things I would like to have on a T-shirt:
Dear people using every single computer in the computer lab when I want to print off my document, and extra-especially to the girl playing tetris,
Brain freeze in the conclusion:
I do a quiz on which of the Nsync boys is my soul mate, and the tiebreaker question at the end is:
I name all my shoes. And not just "the fuck-me boots" or anything like that. I name the individual shoes. That way, see, when I'm looking for an individual shoe, I can call it by name. There's my everyday sandals - Harry and Sally - and my strappy formal heels - Evangeline and Beatrice - and my red sneakers - Jean and Maddie - and my heeled boots - Bonnie and Clyde. Not to mention the new, incredibly cool boots, which are called Loki and Bartleby. The only pair to not have individual names are the God Boots, but that's a long story all by itself.
Finally, I got to see Mulholland Drive. David Lynch is a very interesting person, who makes very interesting movies. What's possibly most interesting about them is the reaction they engender in audiences.
The Male's brief history of Mongolia:
I'm getting really nasty and picky and crochety in my old age, obviously. Every time I see a movie these days, my immediate thought is: "Hmm, yes, has potential, now let's do a second draft, shall we?"
I got paid today. About 9 hours ago, to be precise. It's now all gone. Instead, I have:
It was, earlier, and for a whole day, Friday the 13th. I do hope you all noticed this. And, in parts of the world where it isn't past midnight already, are still noticing it.
I'm getting fucking garden ornament spam now. Someone is spamming me with 'whirligigs'. Good Lord.
I just stuck one of the pink spangled star stickers I got in my Kirkaldy Package of Random in the front of Herman Kahn's On Thermonuclear War. It just seemed right. Blame it on thesis stress if you like. I certainly will be.
I am currently sitting here, wearing a cream scarf and rainbow toe socks, and fanning myself with a beautiful black and blue lace fan, making some strange little yellow thing nod its head at my punk baby twin. There is star glitter all over my room.
Am I ignoring, or ignorant of, what today is?
Too much fun not to share with the world:
After offering to make me bustier, thinner and hornier, my spam is now offering to make me taller. Is there anything spam can't do? Could it write my thesis, do you think?
More Fnording. I'm on a roll now. A white roll, no margarine, with some mild mustard, if you've got it.
This post does not exist. Fnord.
Amusing IM conversations:
After a few hours reconsideration, I have to back up my initial assessment: I desperately need cat therapy.
In a new world record, Diana Evans spent ten minutes straight this afternoon playing with the Microsoft Word autocorrect. Inside sources reveal at least half that time was spent watching it delete the final 'e' from 'develope'.
When I first started this blog, (way back when I had little to say, and was still getting the hang of it, and all in all, was not entirely the blithe, witty spirit I currently seem to be) I could safely say that no one in my "real life" knew it existed. I could say that, because at the time, my site was maintained under an alias, and I told no one I even had a website, let alone what the alias might be.
I seem to be some sort of weird gossip queen. I tell one person, and suddenly everyone in the place knows. (Of course, I hadn't factored in the Ball factor when I allowed my irritation to run away with my tongue and reveal matters that weren't really mine to reveal.)
The Male bought me satin pillowcases. They're gold. They're really quite beautiful. Of course, he bought them for me because he doesn't like sleeping on my pillowcases. I don't have a problem with them. But hey, now I have satin ones. Rock.
"The US adopted the policy of Massive Relation..."
Very tipsy. I may have confessed to a certain someone that I think he's a darling. But I certainly didn't ask why he doesn't like someone because he's a soft bastard and he piked.
Frankly, y'know, I just never get enough of seeing a woman holding her costume on with her nipples.
"I remain at your service, should anything further be required to expedite the process."
My mission for the evening is to learn all the words to Modern Major General. Easy.
I'm on a link whoring trip, or something. New webring joined (like Jen said: Why weren't we a member of this one already?) and lots of worthy 'Berrans added to the people we like to read, where they should be.
Sure, why not? I mean, it's Tuesday, but why should that get in the way of me posting a Friday Five?
What do you want to do with your life?
Back to my big, bad, commenting-on-movies ways: A Beautiful Mind.
I just totally out-fangirled myself. What with X-Men 2 script reviews (more Storm! more development! but less Cyke...) and info about minor-role casting (Colussus, Jubilee, even Siryn), and then going on to info about The Matrix sequels (ohmygod - trailers! And how good do they look? I am totally swooning in fangirl glee at the sheer damn coolth). I'm reeling. I had a quick swing past some more Two Towers info, but I couldn't take it in.