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Friday, November 30, 2001
Well, the annual shopping trip was less than productive this year. Amelia and I each ended up buying something for ourselves, and pretty much no one else. Altho, I did a giftie for her, so that's cool. I had to be talked down from purchasing a *Nsync metal lunch box, tho, which was, um. Violently not cool.
Tremble at my queer, all of you! Today, Towson Town! Tomorrow, the world! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!
A...ano.....
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Thursday, November 29, 2001
I just had this bizarre desire to do something that, had someone else done it, would have left me with my Nuh-Fucking-Uh face, going, "Dude...the fuck?!? That's like...that is so violently uncool."
Because yes, I do actually talk like that.
I'm trying to brush it off as that fact that I'm very tired, very hungry, and very unhappy. Its not entirely working, tho. Eh. Call me when I'm human enough to care.
Friday, there's supposed to be shopping and eating out with Amelia, which is becoming an annual thing, and that's cool, because Amelia time, and away from the house, and mall trolling. Its also a little blech, tho, because of the copious amounts of people, and the fact that I'm so broke that if opened my wallet, the little winged dollar signs would not in fact be flying out, but rather lying dead and partially-eaten in the fold. Not that it matters tho, because when I call Mel's house to confirm, it rings twice before mystically becoming a busy signal, and she's again doing that super-cool fucking thing where she leaves her ICQ on even when she's not there.
Of course its possible that she's got an N/A message that says she's asleep up, but y'know, my ICQ's been evil and problematic for weeks now, so I wouldn't fucking know. And did I mention that I really want to eat a live baby head and then go hibernate for twenty years?
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Wednesday, November 28, 2001
Mmm. Nekkid Spike last night. That's why BtVS is mm-mm-good. *grins* Wish I'd taped it. Even if it was just an effort to keep the viewers from revolting over the B/S sexage. *gags*
Um. On a serious note...my Uncle Ralph's head is, um. No longer quite so head-shaped. Apparently he was over at a friend's, drinking beer, and after a few too many, the friend started abusing his wife. Now, my Uncle Ralph is an incredibly nice guy. He is also, as it turns out, a moron, as he tried to get his friend to stop, and thus became the target of the violence. One wonders how the fuck he failed to see THAT coming. So now he's in the hospital, with metal plates in his skull, and his upper jaw wired into place...because y'know, having someone grab you in a headlock and ram your head repeatedly into a wall just does that sort of thing to you. I'm trying to have sympathy, I am, but it was just such an unbelievably STUPID thing to do, that all I do is go, "ow" and hope my Aunt Carol's not too freaked out.
And in an effort to balance out the suck with happy queerness...I'm starting to believe that *Nsync's "The Two of Us" is about Amelia and Mike. *snerk* Anybody think I maybe shouldn't mention that to her?
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Tuesday, November 27, 2001
Could comeone please tell me what the fuck is wrong with me? Jay-zeus.....this folks, is why the KitCatt should never design pages when she hasn't slept in a over a day. *begins gyrating and singing* The lights went low...and the disco ball came down! She walked up to me slow....and you know what happens now! *falls over laughing, and passes out mid-giggle*
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AAUUGGHH!! That! Right there! I need that picture! That's the one, for the Justin skin. I mean, ok, he's all smiley, and I've been all, "They Must Be SERIOUS!" about pics for this series, but fuck that, because its PERFECT for the title I wanted to use, and it's sans-hair, and I like it. I just...I need it without all the effects and shit. Fuck. I wonder if I emailed the girl, if she'd be willing to send me the original....
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I need someone
A person to talk to
Someone who'd care
To love, could it be you
Could it be you
Situation gets rough
Then I start to panic
It's not enough
It's just a habit
Hey kid your sick
Well darling this is it
You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad they do it all the time
Yeah, they do it all the time
I hope you know this will go down
On your permanent record
Oh yeah well don't get so distressed
Did I happen to mention that I'm impressed
I take one one one cause you left me and
Two two two for my family and
Three three three for my heartache and
Four four four for my headaches and
Five five five for my lonely and
Six six six for my sorrow and
Seven seven for no tomorrow and
Eight eight I forget what eight was for and
Nine nine nine for a lost god and
Ten ten ten ten for everything
Everything everything everything
You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad they do it all the time
Yeah, they do it all the time
Violent Femmes, "Kiss Off"
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I keep thinking the Joey skin is too dark. I mean, the Lance skin was kind of dark compared to the other two, but this one's just...dark. And the light parts only make it seem more-so. Maybe I need to redo the bg slightly?
......or maybe I'm just trying to avoid skinning Timberlake. ;p
The U2 show was a bit fucking awesome. There were a couple of surreal parts, like when Bono pulled a girl up on stage during "With or Without You" and sang to her for a verse, then kissed the side of her mouth...the girl was freaking out. She was all trembly, and had this "must....not....scream" look on her face. Which was bizarre to me, because Bono's days of oozing sex are bit gone, along with large portions of his singing voice, and...I don't know, I just kept thinking, "honey, its just Bono, calm down." And at the end of this one cover they did, Edge took his guitar off and actually threw it down on the stage. Then he stalked away, stalked back, and kicked the damned thing. No clue what brought that on; it was wildly out of character for him. My mom suggested one of his strings broke, tho, which makes as much sense as anything, really. Its either that, or that song makes him violently unhappy. Literally.
Still, all in all, quite lovely. Even if Bono did get half the words to "I Will Follow" wrong. *lol*
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Sunday, November 25, 2001
Hey! Chris, JC, and Joey skins over at my skins site. Go get 'em! Even if you think I'm lame and that boy bands are jokes (and I agree on both counts), I think you should get them anyway, cause they turned out kind of nice. If nothing else, you needs must have the Chris skin. *nods* Got to. Its the shiznit.
I'm so enjoying this feeling of accomplishment, that I almost want to go looking for Justin pics to finish up the group and thus feel really accomplished. Key word there being "almost."
Instead, I'm going to go and play a game, or watch telly until the repeat of the U2 concert starts. *turns on the set and spies an Olsen twins movie* Oh, look. Its Steve-porn.
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*cracks a whip and cackles madly* Call me QUEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!
...........ok, no. But I found it! The shot of Joey that I wanted! *waves image and cackles a bit more* He's even got the red hair in it. Yay, me. I'm a little worried that the color scheme's going to be too close to the Chris one, cause the bg's are supposed to kind of match their shirts, and they're both wearing brownish tops, but I think the Chris one was more grey-brown, and Joe's just straight brown, and I spent far too long looking for this, so I'm fucking using it anyway. *smiles sweetly*
On the upside, I also have a couple candidates for the Britney skin....going to happen eventually, folks. It was pretty much preordained waaaaay back when that Rolling Stone came out with her in the flag bustier on the cover. Tasty.
Still, that's all far off. I still have to actually skin the Joey pic, and then I have to go Justin-hunting...which should take a few years, because I really can't look at the punter very long without just completely losing interest in, um....everything.
*yawns* I need to stop using this to whine and babble about skins and obsess over pretties in. Of course, I need to actually sleep, too, but I don't really see that happening, either.
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Saturday, November 24, 2001
Mucho thanks to the illustrious Des, who sent me the URL for the gallery at Pink's official site. Not only did they have the scrumdidlyumptious photos from her new album, but they had the -p-e-r-f-e-c-t- shot to go with the melancholy/introspective feel I'm trying to maintain for the American Pop skins. ^^
Now if I could just find the right shot of Joey Fatone. The serious pics don't want to sit right on a skin, and the really skinnable images have him all smiling. And its really great that he's happy, but is a random fit of depression too much to ask?
Really not in the mood to look at happiness, anyways, right now. I was rushed to wake up and get out of the house, and then did largely nothing while we were out, and its cold and gloomy, and I'm in one of those moods where the first thing that makes you smile just completely grabs your heart, and you're left a million times worse when its gone. So of course for me I see this golden, curly Russ teddy bear at Brown's, and he's silken and snuggly, and his fur is cool to the touch, and he's got Dumbo ears and a crooked bow around his neck, and as soon as I see him, I have a thrice-damned name for him, but he's $20, and I'm broke, and its the holidays, so money's going solely for food and pressies until pretty much January, so I had to leave him, and now I want to cry. Which is just so lame I don't even have words for it.
"......'Moose!' he bellowed, and then he charged out the window."
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Friday, November 23, 2001
My brother and his girlfriend are visiting. I stayed for about three minutes, and that was about as long as it took for the conversation to develop into something that I had no opinion or interest in. That's pretty much always how this goes.
Instead I decided to go and look for images for my American Pop skin series. I decided that in addition to skinning *Nsync, I'm going to do a shiteload of people who probably appear quite often on TRL. I don't actually know for sure, as I can't watch Carson Daly without wanting to drive my thumb and forefinger through my forehead and extract my brain through the resulting hole. So, I'm just going with people that I know are, or have been MTV staples in recent years.
I would work some more on the redesign for skin me (Des said it was cute! Thus was my day made ^_^) but I got about four hours sleep, and I'm only awake now because I know if I don't end up eating dinner with them, my brother will turn that fact into a stick and poke me with it for the next few months. I love him dearly, but he's an older brother, and he'd be neglecting his duties if he wasn't evil and annoying sometimes.
Also? Really wanna find a copy of the cover art for Pink's new album. Can anybody say "yum"?
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Thursday, November 22, 2001
Fam at Uncle Frank's.
Chinese food in the fridge.
Windows open.
Upstairs vacuumed.
Coca-Cola in the fridge.
Video games and music.
An actual layout idea.
Happy, healthy loved ones.
Praised be the gods.
Thankful be the KitCatt.
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Wednesday, November 21, 2001
Melly came for a visit today. ^^ She showed up about 2:30 in the morning, and didn't leave till about 1:30 in the afternoon. Behold my happies. Behold the shibbiness.
I am sooooooooooooo tired right now, you wouldn't believe. I'm going to bed soon. No, really. No, I am. I mean it. Seriously. I...dammit, would you guys stop laughing?!
*ahem* Ennahoo. Wanted to share this. It is, currently, how skin me...'s splash page will look in the new design. Originally, that pic was going to be part of the main inside layout, but, um....let's just say it resembled something Carson Daly had fellated. *twitch* Kinda like it as an entry pic, tho. Whatchu guys think?
Oooooooh, my mommy just brought me some extra pumpkin pie stuffs! 8D~~~~ *GOBBLE!*
sounds like *nsync, "o holy night (a capella)"
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Tuesday, November 20, 2001
Tomorrow is my best friend's birthday. I probably won't get to see her, because she lives, like, forty minutes away, and I have neither car nor license, but I do have a chiropractor's appointment...which, for once, I violently don't want to go to.
I'm just tired. And I miss her. And I want to give her her pressies and make her gingerbread cupcakes, and just be queer together for awhile.
Anyway. In case we don't get to talk, Melly, just know I love you, and I hope you have a great birthday, and hahaha, you're old now, too! ;p
Oh, and check your email, sweetcheeks. *hugs tight*
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Monday, November 19, 2001
*blinks quietly for several minutes before beating Blogger's ass with a rubber hose*
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Saturday, while we were at the Giant, I picked up a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, because the guy who does Real Life really, really liked the books, and he likes a disturbing number of the same things that Amelia and I do.
Also, they had it in paperback, with a semi-sane cover (ie, dark blue w/ copper letters, and no scary drawing of Harry on the front).
I started reading it this morning, at about 7am while I waited for my breakfast to cook. I finished it before noon. I haven't read a book in a single morning in ages. Haven't really wanted to. This thing was fucking awesome, tho. You should read it. And I should read the other books. And then we should see the movie.
I, um. I highly recommend we wait till it comes out on video, tho. I'm thinking all the children flooding the theaters would pretty much kill any coolness the flick bears.
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Sunday, November 18, 2001
Tiring weekend. Tiring, tiring. Spent six hours yesterday running around, shopping and what not. Then we ran around for a couple hours today, again with the shopping and what not. It all seemed more productive at the time than it does now. Altho, yesterday I did finish fixing the Chris Kirkpatrick skin, and did a JC one.
My mother is starting to learn their names, frighteningly enough. Do you know how many bands I like, that she recognizes the members' names from? Two -- Queen, and U2. U2 has been a favorite since I was fourteen, so I should bloody well hope she knows their names, and Queen is just...I own The Miracle, alright? I fucking hate that album, and the few songs on it that I do like, I have on other CDs, but I keep it, because its Queen. That should give you an idea of how I feel about them. So the idea that she's picked up "Lance" and "Chris" and can relate them back to "Nsync" is really disturbing to me.
Altho, I find it kind of strangely amusing, as well....
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Saturday, November 17, 2001
So. Yesterday afternoon, I finished Wufei's pants. *does a dance* I probably would've had them done sooner, but 1) I procrastinate like all get out, and 2) I sew by hand, and for some reason I can only really get into sewing if I'm partially distracted. Wufei's pants were constructed thru six hours of anime (primarily Slayers) and two showings of The Crow...with about an hour of listening to No Strings Attached while the Preview Channel scrolled by on mute. ^^;;
I'd really like to make stuffed dolls for other people, but, well.....like I said, I take forever. Maybe if I started now, I could have a couple done for Christmas next year. *lol* Anybody want an oversized custom plushie?
Also yesterday -- which was apparently CREATIVE! day. I blame Des for cheering me up ;p -- I did another *Nsync skin, cause...well, I do have a tendency to do sets and series, and hi, current obsession...only to realize when I was done, that I'd completely forgotten to soften the bg image. >.< I'm redoing it now, tho, and it'll only take like, a fraction of the time, cause I actually know what I want it to look like now, I just have to do it. Also, some of the parts are reusable. Yay! Might upload it when I'm done. Or, I might hold off until I have a couple to post. Big updates make me feel more productive, y'know?
........is it wrong that I'm thinking about doing a whole slew of boy band skins? I mean, I do realize its lame and stupid and I'm far too old for this shit, but, um. Its kinda fun. ^^;;;
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Friday, November 16, 2001
^_^ Des is awesome. *snuggles*
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Thursday, November 15, 2001
I will pay you to visit skin me....
Fuck you, I'm serious.
*sighs* People used to go. And like...like it. There were signatures in the guestbook, and requests and shite like that. And then Animenetwork become the uber-suck, and I spent about five months flipflopping on where to move it to, and hating every design I tried, so it just...didn't exist.
But now it does, and no one cares but me, and its frustrating, cause its the only site I have that I really, truly like, and GODDAMMIT, SOMEBODY SIGN THE BOOK!!!!
Sorry, I've been like this all night. Torn between anger and crying, and fleeing towards the anger, because I have to make it thru the next two months, and I'd like to spend as little of it curled in a ball sobbing as I possibly can.
And if anybody cares...now would be a really fabulous time for surprise drop-ins and random kidnappings. It really would.
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Tuesday, November 13, 2001
And once again Joss Whedon proves that yes, he must be destroyed at all costs, and I prove that no, I do not have any soul to speak of, but thank you for asking.
Its just...the Buffy/Spike kissing thing. I'm sorry, I have tried to simply wait it out, but the whole Spike-loves-Buffy thing is trite and strained and wrong and completely un-fucking-believable, and the only reason I can stomach it at all, is that I keep telling myself it means that eventually, JaMars-sama will have to be taking his shirt off again.
And I'm (mostly) reconciled to Giles leaving. I've known about it for months, I've whimpered and dealt, but the Willow evilness and the hurting Tara needs. to. fucking. STOP.
Y'know, maybe this is WHY I've decended into teenybopper hell. Its nice and happy and shiny and queer there, and its very straight-forward, and its so easy. Still, tho. Sitting thru an hour of Michael Jackson tribute BULLSHIT just so I could tape *Nsync dancing and singing backup for a minute (I shit you not, they were on the stage precisely. one. minute) is just...the words "violently wrong" come to mind.
Also of the violent wrong? I'm seriously considering redoing skin me with a Lance/*Nsync layout, and calling it "Version Teenybopper Hell." Only, me and Mel wanted to have matching skins sites, and somehow I don't see her going for a boyband look. ^^;;
Oh, yeah, that reminds me. The Lance winamp skin on my desktop cap? Yeah. I made that. You should go over to sM and download it. Even if you're not into him or his little fey friends, its still a fairly shibby skin. Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase? Y'know you want to. *g*
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Added a desktop cap to the "of the now" thingee on the side. I can honestly say that it does not begin to capture the true obsessive horror of my computer.
No...no, that can not truly be understood until you encounter an error, and La's voice comes over the speakers telling you that "I get no love." Or you empty the recycle bin to the sound of, "Well, there's no accounting for taste." Or upon shutdown, you are wished "Goodnight, and sweet dreams." Or the "Music of My Heart" Lance screen saver.
We're not even going into the three albums' worth of Nsuck mp3s, we're really not.
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*stares at previous entry for a long moment* Well, um. That was, uh. Different. I don't usually post my own poetry to the blog...course, its been a long time since I could actually write poetry. Still, yesterday pretty much blew chunks, so that's probably why.
My mom was like, the über-cool, tho. She saw how upset I was, and ran to Rutters for Cokes before she left for work. And considering it was 7:27, and if she leaves at 7:30 she usually says she's running late, I thought that was incredibly shibby.
Its just a bad time of year for me. And it will continue to be a bad time of year probably thru New Years. So...my apologies ahead of time, minna. *sighs and hugs her Melly, Megs, and Des plushies* I need a happy....
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Monday, November 12, 2001
i want to be away
cry and die and nevermore to be
the wings spread; ocean soars
angels in the voice of darkness
just
one
word
no meaning
sight or sound
loving, caresses impromptu
ever
never
always for
needs of gods
claws and hate
desolation, echoes the wind
just
one
word
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Sunday, November 11, 2001
Messed with the info on the side bar a bit. Oh, the excitement.
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Saturday, November 10, 2001
So. The Buffy Musical. One hundred percent, unadulterated, Grade A crack right there. *grins* Do I really need to tell you that I loved it?
It actually kind of makes up for having it rescheduled twice. >.<
I think JaMars-sama was my favorite bit. I mean, who knew he could do the Billy Idol thing? And Amber! O.O Holy shit! I saw her sing on the Rocky Horror special the other year, and I remember thinking her voice was very pretty, if kind of weak....altho, to be fair, she was performing the "Touch Me" song, in a bra and ripped half-slip. Maybe she just got stage fright singing half-dressed in front of a bunch of people, cause she kind of rocked on the BuMu. If she ever made an album, I would so violently be buying that.
Altho...considering what I've been listening to lately...my liking her might not be much of a compliment....
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Nabs: i mean, i love lance.......i do......but he's shiny and gay. he just IS. i even found a picture of him as a kid, where he was shiny and gay
Andy: he's not the straightest looking guy in the world.
Andy: looks like a ken doll
Nabs: EXACTLY!
Nabs: and like.....he's got girl hands. have you noticed? girl hands, at guy dimensions. and with a manicure.
Andy: *shivers* he is not straight
Nabs: no. no, he's not. no boy who's closest friends call him "poofu" and "scoop" is straight. especially if he's shiny and has girl hands.
Andy: and gets manicures
Andy: *shivers*
Nabs: yes. and gets manicures. *lol*
Andy: *lol*
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Thursday, November 08, 2001
"I have to save. Because-- yes."
*falls over laughing* Thank you, JC! You pretty, crack-headed freak, you. Drive the fuck thru, man. ^__^
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*puts Nsync's cover of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" on repeat* Kill me. Please?
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Well, the Buffy Musical got delayed for three hours so they could show hockey, of all things. Then, due to viewer complaint, they decided not show it last night at all, but instead to air it on Saturday at 7. >.< Just fucking PICK a time, and actually PLAY the damn thing, alright? Fuck SusCom, anyways.
I was gonna do laundry today (yesterday? Wednesday, alright?), but I had one of those headaches where it takes you about five minutes just to stand up, because each time you move, you're hit with this wave of pain that makes your vision go black around the edges. Lemme tell you how much I love those. So instead I just curled up in my dark, dark, lovely, dark room for most of the day. I eased out of bed around 9pm, nuked a pizza, and washed it and a dose of Excedrin Migraine down with big, icy bottle of Coke. Then I turned on my headache-friendly, 25-watt lamp, clamped an ice pack against my neck, and sprawled out to watch the Charlie's Angels movie.
Its amazing what caffiene, a cold pack, and gratuitous shots of Lucy Liu's ass can do for a body. *eg*
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Tuesday, November 06, 2001
Buffy the Musical is on tonight! *bounces gleefully* Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait!!
Now if only I didn't desperately want to be elsewhere....
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Monday, November 05, 2001
*careens in, waving a pair of white pants obviously designed for someone about two feet tall* Minna! Lookit! Wufei-chan's pants are almost done! See, all I gots to do is just finish the waist, and then I can -- *falls to the ground, asleep*
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Saturday, November 03, 2001
I love Iko's Music Trader. Its the only place I know where you can get a 21-year old soundtrack by Queen, a recent pop album, and an 11-year old single (with ten tracks, behold my o.O;;) for $28. Have I mentioned my mom's awesome? ^^
So, um...are me and Amelia nuts, or is the guy behind La-chan Jason Lee? o.O O.O O.o
And, also for your viewing pleasure. Ah, Joe? That's thoughtful and all, but I don't think La-chan's willing to walk around with his tongue in your hand just to cut down on his fey. Now, in JC's ass, maybe.....
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Just so you know?
*Nsync is the antichrist.
....yes, I know there's five of them.
What's your point?
sounds like nsync, "space cowboy"
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Friday, November 02, 2001
So, um. Singing and shirtless and indulging in the kind of queer plot they made 80's films out of. I...I'm really serious about paying people to see On the Line with me. Because...well, I'm already pledged to owning it once it comes out on video, so I might as well shell out the cash and see what La-chan's gotten me into...mmmmmmmm, eight-foot tall La-chan.... 8D~~
Eh...doing some half-hearted work on an ElfQuest skin. I mean, editing the base went well...its just...the skinning is not making me happy. But I -f-i-n-a-l-l-y- got my copy of Wolf Shadow today, and ooooh, the Skywisey goodness. I'm just in an EQ mood, now. Maybe the problem is that I'm trying to skin Cutter? I kind of already did a Cutter skin, but...its such a scrumptious image...and...and he's all nakey, and...what? There's nothing wrong with naked, anime-inspired elves. And its not like he's entirely naked...he's got on this teensy, tiny little scrap-of-nothin' loincloth. And, um. Armbands.
Shut up, all of you. ¬_¬
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Ok, so Megs is taking part in NaNoWriMo. Kudos and well-wishes to her.
I miss Des. *sighs*
So, um...who's willing to take me to see On the Line? My treat. Please? Don't make me sit surrounded by prepubescents who will be so blinded by La-chan they won't even realize how queer and lame and asstastic the film is. Please?
........ah, ya bitches.
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Thursday, November 01, 2001
An old man came courtin' me, hey do me harity
An old man came courtin' me, me being young
An old man came courtin' me, he did propose to me
Maids when you're young, never wed an old man
For he's got no Faloorum, Faleerum, Falorum
He's got no Falorum, Faleerum, Falaay
He's got no Falorum, he's lost his Ding-Dorum
Maids when you're young, never wed an old man
When we sat down to tea, hey do me harity
When we sat down to tea, me being young
When we sat down to tea, he started teasin' me
Maids when you're young, never wed an old man
For he's got no Faloorum, Faleerum, Falorum
He's got no Falorum, Faleerum, Falaay
He's got no Falorum, he's lost his Ding-Dorum
Maids when you're young, never wed an old man
When we went up to bed, hey do me harity
When we went up to bed, me being young
When we went up to bed, he lay as if twer dead
Maids when you're young, never wed an old man
For he's got no Faloorum, Faleerum, Falorum
He's got no Falorum, Faleerum, Falaay
He's got no Falorum, he's lost his Ding-Dorum
Maids when you're young, never wed an old man
When he was fast asleep, hey do me harity
When he was fast asleep, me being young
When he was fast asleep, I from his side did creep
Into the arms of a handsome young man
Now he's got Faloorum, Faleerum, Falorum
Yes, he's got Falorum, Faleerum, Falaay
Oh, he's got Falorum, he's got a Ding-Dorum
Maids when you're young, never wed an old man
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Well, Halloween was, um...uneventful. We did have a few minutes of twitching over children incapable of grasping the only-visit-houses-with-the-porch-light-on rule, but then their dad yelled at them, and it was okay.
Spent most of the evening cooing over this sound-editor program I found on my hand-me-down compie. Its verra nice. I finally got to take the non-Spike bit out of a Spike wav, and turned this other B/A sound that has only been nigh unto unhearable so that's clear and audible. Behold my happy-hap. ^^
Now, if I could just get Maids When You're Young out of my head....
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