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Wednesday, May 30, 2001
I need to get, like, 8 copies of Run Lola Run. One to own and watch until it blurs and fades and finally snaps, one to keep in reserve, and six to give to people I adore, because it must be seen.
I think I want Lola everywhere, now. I need a poster, and the soundtrack, and of course, the aforementioned eight copies of the movie. And one of my sites needs to be Lolafied. Maybe this place? *pokes* I was gonna Hell Bunny it....eh, maybe I still will. I just....need....Lola.....
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Tuesday, May 29, 2001
JoJo has Idolized her webby site.
JoJo is my LICK! Webmaster of the Day. Won't you all go LICK! her as well? ^^
sounds like billy idol, "catch my fall"
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Monday, May 28, 2001
Riddick :: Looks clear.
(as the group moves forward, a creature flies out. They hit the ground, it passes overhead)
Johns :: You said it was clear!!
Riddick :: I said it looked clear.
Johns :: Well, how's it look now?!
Riddick :: (glances around) Looks clear.
*stares for several moments, then giggles madly* Anybody else for a Riddick shrine?
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Sunday, May 27, 2001
I need a haircut. I'm actually thinking of just grabbing handfuls and lopping them off, and if my fingers happen to get lopped off as well, then that is simply the price I must pay.
Except, y'know, my hair's only a like, two or three inches long, so I don't exactly HAVE handfuls of it.
And it occurs to me that a girl who actually wants her hair cut to within an inch of its life....maybe should never have been a girl at all.
sounds like david bowie, "nature boy"
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So....my mother is offering to pay for me to get a domain. There's a catch, of course, but its nothing that I probably wouldn't end up doing for her, anyway, so....so what?
So, I don't like this. Something in here doesn't feel right, and maybe its just weird timing, and I'm just walking into a period of increased depression, which I do now and again. Maybe that's all it is. But I feel sick inside, and I think there's going to be crying later today, and there's absolutely no reason for it.
I fucking wish Amelia was here....
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Saturday, May 26, 2001
BWAHAHAHA!! I have happies. Meggy sent happies. *glomps Meg* I loooooooove my Megs-chan, yes I doooooo!
I loved her before, of course. But, um, the fact that she caused Sandra to draw nekkid Cy/Skids yumminess, really not hurting. *bounces* Megs is my Snuzzy Nuggle. ^^
:: at the tone, the time will be 6:55 AM ::
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Ok, well, this is nice. Blogspot's back now, so I can actually see my blog again....in all its evil glory.
No, um. I like the colors. And Lucy Lawless' ass. Its just....its about me, so I automatically despise it.
I just watched this totally crack episode of Brimstone. What is my affection for warped portrayals of the devil, anyway? Cause, um, the thing about Wiccans? No devil. So....the fuck? Still, John Glover's pretty shibby as old Morningstar. Makes him seem like someone I'd hang out with. Which would be amusing, if highly retarded, because I'd always be calling him "Lucy" and "Star" and then Steve and Chris would be on him to prove that he's the devil, and it'd probably end with him smiting the whole lot of us and thus regaining his seat in heaven. Amelia'd probably just want to know if he was scared of Carson Daly, too.
And the answer is yes, Amelia. The devil is scared of Carson Daly. Fucking CARROTTOP is scared of Carson Daly.
But y'know, you have to love a show where the car from hell....actually is from hell.
sounds like fatboy slim, "because we can"
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Friday, May 25, 2001
I am so bad at writing people back. I used to be really good about it: I'd write them back quickly, and I'd actually sound like I had a brain in my head.
Now, it takes me three years and I sound like a flighty four year old on crack.
You have no idea how much I wish I was exaggerating right now.
sounds like primal scream, "trainspotting"
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Thursday, May 24, 2001
*blinks quietly for several minutes* That is the queerest shite I have ever seen in my life.
.........I think I'm in love with it.
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............................Joss is so violently going to hell for this.
:: at the tone, the time will be 12:30 AM ::
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Tuesday, May 22, 2001
Gods, its hot in here. Blyeargh. I just cracked my neck, which I'm not supposed to do, on chiropractor's orders....but like, it was all, "Bitch, I ain't movin'!" and I just kind of moved my head kind of up and back, and...crack. *blinks* It feels better now, tho....
So, I was flipping channels, and I paused at this little nothing channel, and watched some British band for awhile, and I was kind of liking them....and then I realized it was Wings. >.<
*sighs* I really don't have anything to say, but Scribble.nu is in this perpetual state of gay, and I don't feel well enough to work on anything, and honestly? I'm hideously lonely at the moment. This seems very odd to me, because, um. I hate people. Sniper shots are welcome. I'll just be sitting here listening to weird music and reading Glue. I'd apreciate it if you could aim your shots so that no gore splashed on the book.
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I really wish my dad would stop using the computer to visit amatuer porn sites. >.<
sounds like nicole kidman, "sparkling diamonds"
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Monday, May 21, 2001
Alright, just so you now, I am know going to rant -- long and surprisingly loudly for written word -- about Highlander: Endgame. If you find such things boring or annoying, or if you don't like my incoherent ramblings....you probably won't like any of my entries, but this one will be particularly painful. As for the rest of you masochists.....
I'm still trying to decide how to react. On the one hand, it was better than I expected it to be. On the other, it was also worse than I'd hoped it would be. I just don't know.
I mean, it is one of my favorite movie franchises. I can't really say why, except...well, pretty people with accents, and I am, after all, a Sci-Fi Slut. And every franchise has to have that one hideous disappointment (A Nightmare on Elm Street 2, Scream 3...all of the Leprechaun movies). Its just, um. I could've sworn we got the bad one out of the way with Highlander 3.
Yes, that's right, folks, I do not consider the nonsensical, misguided Highlander 2 to be the failure. Why? Lessee. The Quickening had Michael Ironside...trying desperately to be Clancy Brown, I'll grant you, but hey, I want to be Clancy-sama, too. It also had Sean Connery looking damn good and managing to steal the entire movie despite being dead before it began, and only coming back to life for about twenty minutes. Also, its pretty funny watching them try desperately to explain something that works much better unexplained.
And what did the Final Dimension have? Name me one thing. Oh, right, it explained Connor's katana. Yeah, we needed a whole fucking film for that. Lemme tell ya something, no we DIDN'T folks. We can do it in a thirty-second commercial, just have Chris Lambert standing there with a sign that says, "I used to know this Japanese swordmaker." Lookee there, summed it up in seven words. And don't you even think about bringing Mario van Peeples into this, he was trying even harder to be Clancy than Michael was, and without Michael's inherent coolness to drawn from.
Alright. So this brings us to the fourth and most, um...ambivalent of the films. It did boast one of the few villains from the Highlander universe, and the only one from the films, who actually didn't want to be Clancy-sama, so kudos there. He was, however, a complete loser. They made him so cool and cunning and powerful and oh, yeah, COOL in the ads. In truth? Obsessive, whiny brat with some weird quasi "fallen angel" complex. Shoot me. No, here, take my gun, and fucking shoot me. You wanna know why Connor couldn't beat him? It wasn't guilt or some dying shred of loyalty or whatever other gay thing the writers wanted it to be. HE WAS JUST OLD.
He was, too. Chris Lambert....dude, man, is he dying? Seriously. I want to know. Cause his voice is all fracked up, but only some of the time, and in the scenes where he had the short, slicked back Modern Connor hair, he looked older than my dad -- who's sixty-nine, diabetic, and has gone thru both cancer and a heart operation -- and deeply unhealthy. And then they'd show flashbacks where he had the wig, and he looked fine. o.O;;
However. Peter Wingfield. *happy noises* And Jim Byrnes. *smiling bouncingness* Both having less screentime than Sean did in H2, when his character was dead. >.<
Alright, so what else? Psycho Watchers with a hidden agenda. Been there, did that, killed the ringleader. Twice. However, these Psycho Watchers were much cooler than the previous PWs, and not nearly as psychotic. Also, they were actually good guys who were maybe just a little too dedicated, instead of straight out evil renegades. The fact that they walked around in these weird demonic monk looking outfits and carried shotguns did not hurt a bit.
Which leads us to the Really Cool Asian Guy. No, really, this like, directly leads us there. RCAG drop-kicked a helmet into one's face, so. See? Connection. Boop! ^^ RCAG also had one of those naginata things, and a slick name (Jn Ke...schweet) and, as the only Asian Guy in the film, got to be the Second Coolest Warrior in the Entire Movie. Why is that, anyway, that if you're Oriental, and you're in a film with action sequences, you are automatically cooler than everyone except possibly the hero? I mean, it makes sense to me, but Hollywood is rarely so wise.
Ok......so. Villain, Chris, Peter, Jim, Psycho Watchers in demonic monk outfits. Really Cool Asian Guy. What next?
....................................oh. Right. The bitter horsey woman from Duncan's past. *sighs* I thought only Connor had to fuck girls that blyeargh. What were they doing with this? She got more screentime that four attractive, highly cool people put together, we have to sit there and watch the breastless wonder indulge in prolonged naked writhing with Adrian Paul (.......alright, so I liked the Adrian Paul part) and she gets to survive when all the other evil bitter people bite it. And could we just shave her head and force feed her a hamburger? PLEASE? Ugh. Back, foul demon.
And y'know, now that I think about it.....precisely what was Peter Wingfield's purpose in this movie? Other than, y'know, to keep the Methos fans from killing everyone at Miramax. Which didn't work, by the way. I'm rallying the gang over at MacMint, and one morning when you think you're safe, we're going to be waiting for you in your offices, heavily armed and breathing fire. And you will tell yourselves, that can't possibly be real blood pouring from our eyes, or baby heads grinding to paste between our molars, and surely -- SURELY -- that's not your boss's face and genitals stapled to the walls to spell out, "Methos Forever," surely it can't be. But oh, my love, my child, my best beloved. It is. It is.
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Sunday, May 20, 2001
Its amazing how swiftly just plain not feeling well can kill your über-glee.
sounds like ewan mcgregor and nicole kidman, "come what may"
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Saturday, May 19, 2001
*convulsing on the floor in laughter* How....how do they make it so cracked and wrong and hilarious and yet still totally workable and faboo? I so violently goddamn love this shit.....
sounds like fatboy slim, "because we can"
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Went to the garden center with my mom. Picked up a bunch of miscellaneous whatever plants, and a Climbing Eden for her rose trellis. We also picked up a tiny indoor rose plant for me. Its purple, and I'm vaguely obsessed with purple roses. ^^
The ill part? I named it, which is ill enough, but it just so happens that I named it "Glorificus." Who, me? A Buffy fan? Ppppppffffft. Pshaw. As if.
Ano....am I the only one not believing me? o.O;
*bursts out laughing* Dude, yo, this soundtrack is CRACK!!!
sounds like ewan mcgregor and nicole kidman, "elephant love medley"
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Friday, May 18, 2001
*lmao* I love Megs and Lou, I seriously fucking do. ^^
I went and dug out my Ewan vids earlier, in prep for the Ewanathon. I have many Ewan movies. Yup, yup. *holds up a stack* Now if I could only remember what I did with the tapes that have Rogue Trader and his eps of ER and Tales from the Crypt on 'em....
sounds like billy idol, "cradle of love"
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Just posted over at Rose Revolution for the first time in over a week. Its weird how like, if I don't post, things seem to dry up. o.O
I am soooooo tired right now. So tired lately, actually. Need to eat, too. Will do that. Right after this. Really. I think.
Hopefully Melly and I'll be doing shite this weekend. Cause all I really want is Melly-time and an Ewanathon. And honestly, unless Ewan's gonna be hosting the Ewanathon, naked, in my family room....Melly's pretty violently more important.
Altho if Ewan has chocolate, its gonna be a tough call.
sounds like ewan mcgregor and cameron diaz, "beyond the sea"
:: at the tone, the time will be 9:01 AM ::
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So, I was doing pretty well. Riding around on left-over happies from the Elevation video yesterday. Got to see the Christina Aguilera Coke commercial, which is just too cute. And Shannen Doherty was running around in extremely low-slung jeans with a small tank top and a little meshy overshirt on Charmed. And whatever wonderous soul is in charge of costumes on Angel, has been putting Charisma Carpenter in the kind of outfits that would make a harem girl blush. ......alright, so over-sexed happies, but still. I take my happies where I can get 'em. If beautiful, scantily-clad people happen to be bearing them, I'm okay with that.
I would, however, like it if they did not end so teeth-grindingly abruptly. I will admit, that I have about eight million email addresses. My favorite one, however, is at BuffyMail...which may well be going bye-bye along with the WB's rights to Buffy. My other two faves, hosted at iName, are apparently on crack. One of them has been upgraded, thus "temporarily" losing me all my files there. The other has not, and yet it is the one that recieved a "we're upgrading our services" email, and is now telling me that I can't use POP to check my mail....which shouldn't be a problem, because, um, I don't. But they're insisting I do. Gee, guys, sorry, I didn't know using my browser to go to your homepage and logging in directly thru you counted as POP access. What with that totally not being how your site defines it and all.
And y'know, Charmed's season finale actually rivaled The Sentinel's third season ender, just with more dead people, and with the surviving people in hell and sentenced to death. >.< Angel's not looking to go much better, all things told, with one major character dead, two about to be, one catatonic, another trapped in a very pretty, very dangerous cage...and only episode left to go. Someone needs to just blow up the main offices of the WB, they really do.
.........on the upside? There's cookies.
sounds like u2, "walk on"
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Thursday, May 17, 2001
(Bono & the Edge, watching footage of themselves as black leather-clad Evil U2)
Bono: We joined Kiss.
Edge: Just a little, yeah.
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Wednesday, May 16, 2001
I seem to be putting things on repeat lately.......
I'm supposed to be working on skin me.... Its gonna be all Ewanified, on account of me having a Moulin Rouge erection lately.
I am so tired, you just have no idea.
But I'm talking to Melly and Mouto, so I'm probably not going to leave any time soon.
Also? Ewan.
still playing 31 seconds of "come what may" again. and again. and again.....
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Y'know, I gotta wonder. Does Ewan McGregor find himself leaving an interview and suddenly going, "Ah, fuck, I hope he knew I was kidding......" Cause he really does have a very nice sense of humor, and he does a gorgeous deadpan. And I'm thinking....reporters are idiots. He probably just goes right over their heads. Poor them.
You realize of course, that I'm now going to be bombarded with emails from irate reporters. Or, y'know, I would, if my email was actually on this page. Hahaha, bastiches. *waves hand mystically* I am not the Catt-chan you seek.
..........ne, you think they bought that?
sounds like 31 seconds of ewan mcgregor singing "come what may" on repeat. for an hour.
:: at the tone, the time will be 4:49 AM ::
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So, like, there was this guy on eBay who was selling his soul. I hear it went for $45. Souls sure have gone up in price since '93.
What the hell am I talking about?
sounds like billy idol, "don't you (forget about me)" ...on repeat.
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Monday, May 14, 2001
Have you ever noticed that people are just violently not worth it?
sounds like billy idol, "dancing with myself"
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Fucking assholes!! I hate...I.....oooooh, I can't even think straight! Those fucking imbeciles! "Hi, we're upgrading, but we're not going to tell you about it beforehand, and once we've upgraded, you're going to lose E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G in your mailbox. Those folders? G-O-N-E-! All those stories, off mailing lists that no longer exist, and thus have no archives, that you fucking adored and were planning to print out but never quite got around to it? S-A-Y-O-N-A-R-A-! Don't you just love using our email service?"
Who fucking does that?!?!? I don't even have the pleasure of snarling and going, "What was I fucking expecting, its Yahoo," because its not. Yahoo has actually been very pleasant and reliable with me, despite the fact that they evil everything up. HOW DOES THAT FUCKING WORK?!?
I...I've completely fucking lost Chosen Exile. I think I'm going to cry.......
:: at the tone, the time will be 12:55 AM ::
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Saturday, May 12, 2001
I just posted over at broken angels. Is it me, or do I tend to babble incoherently?
sounds like every little thing, "rescue me"
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Well, here's to seeing if Blogger has gotten the Carson Daly out of its system yet. *pokes with a sword*
So, um. Irish food is, uh. Irishy. I'm trying to work up enthusiasm, cause my parents are all "Yay, Ireland!" and my brother's fave restraunt is Irish, as is his girlfriend, but, um. Honestly? Don't care. Now, I find the culture deeply interesting, and I love the accent, and what images I've seen of the place. And the first person I ever fell in love with was Irish, born and raised (to this day, I get happies over the way he says my name. "Cah-tee" is so much better than "Cathy"...which is a nickname I always despised anyways). But the food? I'd rather have a nice stir-fry, thanks all the same.
But its my brother's birthday. And he loves An Poitin Stil. So we went. And exchanged gifties, since my b-day dinner had been called on account of a sick mother, and an extremely tired self. And Immers seemed pleased with his gifts. Sheets and DVDs and an R.L. Burnside CD. And I'm madly in love with my pressies. El Hazard. The bastich got me El Hazard! ^_____________^
Volumes 1 & 3 to be sure, but El Hazard! The original OAV series, which I totally have not seen, and fracking EL HAZARD! *does a dance* I'm so pleased that I'm actually amused by the Dragonball Z bag he put them in, and I'm quietly, grinningly erasing the fact that the card he got me had a chimpanzee on it. El Hazard! *chortles* I actually hugged Erin. She seemed startled but kind of pleased. I guess its the first real affection I've shown her. Which kind of sucks, cause, she's really nice, and she's got a good sense of humor, and she handles our family well, and I like the way she looks at my brother. Its just that she's a Fish.
sounds like aikawa nanase, "bitch"
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Wednesday, May 09, 2001
Six pages.......the ARoSS did six pages of screencaps from "Star-Crossed."
*stares in fear and awe for several minutes then begins licking screen frantically*
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Must....finish....Spike Can Kick........
On the upside? My name shows up at broken angels now.
Aw, jeez, that's the upside?!
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Meggers rebuilt our bloggy. Its not at all scrumdidillyumptious. Nope nope noooooooope.
I'm wondering why my name don't show up at the bottom tho. *cries* Megs-chaaaaaan!! Tell KitCatt how to fix it!!
sounds like sixpence none the richer, "kiss me (japanese)"
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Tuesday, May 08, 2001
*makes a series of incoherent happy noises* Melly fixed da blog. Melly's da shiznit. ^^
sounds like the curve, "chinese burn"
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*blinks* My mouto looks like Chloe Sevigny.
Wish I looked like somebody.....
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I keep getting sucked into Mel's new blog design. It involves a highly lick image of Aly Hannigan from FHM magazine, and its blue, so I've got happies. But, um. Mostly? I stare for awhile, then twitch and shake my head and move on.
Evil IE users think I'm insane, no doubt, and that it looks perfect. Evil Netscape users, however, are sitting there with me going, "Um. Ow."
And the thing is, I know what she was trying to do. And had it worked, it would have been slick and faboo and brill and abso-fucking-lutely shibtastic. But it didn't. And I just can't figure out how it managed not to.
sounds like gailyn addis, "seven year sleep"
:: at the tone, the time will be 4:10 AM ::
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Monday, May 07, 2001
..........ok, see, when watching the giant bat with the rough, croaky voice, it never occurred to me that he'd be the skinny, balding white guy who replaced French Stewart. It just kind of kills the magic for me.
*blinks quietly for several minutes* Is it me, or am I asleep?
please make it stop sounding like dance dance revolution, "bumble bee"
:: at the tone, the time will be 1:47 AM ::
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Sunday, May 06, 2001
..b..o..r..e..d..
..h..u..n..g..r..y..
..a..r..e..n..'..t......y..o..u......g..l..a..d......y..o..u......c..a..m..e..?..
STILL fucking sounds like dance dance revolution, "bumble bee"
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Michael Shanks.
Lexa Doig.
Naked.
Kissing.
Full color.
Is it any wonder I'm a goddamn sci-fi slut?
still sounds like dance dance revolution, "bumble bee"
:: at the tone, the time will be 1:49 AM ::
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Saturday, May 05, 2001
Melly-sama has the most fantabulous desktop of all time. And if you click, and its not the blue one with the woman walking on it....its been changed, and I pity you for missing the beauty and the glory.
........I need to kill Yuffie for having this song for download, and Melly for mentioning it and pointing the way to her site. This shit is fucking crack. *moves to delete it....and instead hits "play" again*
sounds like dance dance revolution, "bumble bee"
:: at the tone, the time will be 11:51 PM ::
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Friday, May 04, 2001
I have won a "free 20oz Coca-Cola product." Schweet.
I am addicted to Rose Revolution. Tatiana-san is my new goddess. ^^
38 minutes till Stargate SG1. Will I watch? Hmm.....
I'm kind of non-linear this evening, aren't I?
I watched my Widescreen! Director's Cut! version of Army of Darkness earlier. I was leaving puddles of melted flesh on the furniture, so my mom told me to go down to the family room and watch a video, since it was cooler there. And since a couple months ago, my Melly-sama had bought me AoD -- on account of it being my fave Evil Dead movie, even if it isn't the best one, and her being a Best Buy slut -- and I had yet to watch it for some unfathomable reason, I grabbed it and sloshed down. It was pretty shib, all in all, I like widescreen shit, and y'know, Bruce Campbell, so happies. And it had a few things that weren't in the normal version, and it even included four cut scenes after the credits, AND it had the original ending, which while not as amusing as the used one, was much more in keeping with the kind of time Ash had been having in the series. The part that killed it for me? They ditched my favorite line. >.<
For those that haven't seen it, there's a sequence that ends in Ash having an evil double (two Bruces! SCHWING!). Ash is somewhat puzzled by this, altho he shouldn't be by now, and so Evil Ash explains that "I'm Bad Ash. You're Good Ash. You're a little goody two shoes, that's what you are! Little goody two shoes, little goody two shoes!" And then proceeds to dance about and use Ash like a Rock-Em Sock-Em toy. So when he gets a little too into the dancing about part, Ash draws his shotgun, and shoots his double square in the mouth, and then proceeds into My Favorite Line:
"Good. Bad. I'm the guy with the gun."
And they cut it. And do you know what they replaced it with? "I'm not that good."
*stares silently for several minutes before belching loudly*
sounds like the montgomery cliffs, "wednesday girl"
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I'm trying to decide what's worse. The flesh-melting heat inside this house, the stomach-turning pain in my head, or the fact that my mother said, "I hope you're feeling better tomorrow, I want to run some errands."
Usually I'm the one who brings up weekend errands. Its my way of getting out of the house, away from my father, and spending time with my mom. That she brought it up, the day after my father brings up a store looking for employees, is just badness. It means I'm going to spend tomorrow trying to explain while trying not to cry and failing miserably on both parts.
Tonight may well be spent ordering fanzines and Chinese food. And possibly getting a head-start on the crying.
:: at the tone, the time will be 4:49 PM ::
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Thursday, May 03, 2001
Billy Idol and message boards are not terribly conductive to working. They are fun as fucking shite, tho.
Ne, but I really do need to just finish Spike Can Kick and upload it, cause the layout I've been procrastinating over for the last month is actually -- dare I say it? -- cool. Or, y'know, significantly cooler than what we have, which is good enough. I just don't want to work on anything really, y'know? Or, I do, but everything seems blah and uninspiring.
And my dad is all fucking like, "there's a new computer store at the Galleria, and they're looking for help." And you just try and explain to a man who not only can barely make the mouse work sufficiently to get online, but also needs written directions to do so, that being a web slut doesn't mean you know a thrice-damned thing about computers. The ability to make graphics and write HTML does not make you a computer expert. I have no idea how computers work. I don't give a rats ass how they work. You do this, and this happens as a result. That's the extent of my knowledge. You start going into gig space and RAM speed, and my eyes start to twitch, and the best you can hope is that I'm too busy fantasizing how to kill you to actually do it. Its completely over my head, and I'm happy that way.
I mean, Fucking Christ, man, just cause a girl can program the VCR doesn't mean she understands how it goes about recording, or precisely what difference four heads make over two. Get a blighted clue, won't you? Gaea and Isis save me....
sounds like billy idol, "dancing with myself"
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Wednesday, May 02, 2001
If I were souled, I'd be working on the new layout for Spike Can Kick Evil Angel's Ass, or uploading skin me... into its new home. As I am instead reading SG1 slash and playing with my blog, you can safely deduce that I am not, in fact, in posession of a soul.
Wait. That's not true. When I was fifteen Jason Simick sold me his soul for a nickel. So I have a soul. Just...not mine.
sounds like ewan macgregor & cameron diaz, "beyond the sea"
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Tuesday, May 01, 2001
...why do I keep fucking with the font here?
sounds like sailor moon stupid, episode 3
:: at the tone, the time will be 4:39 PM ::
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