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Saturday, December 28, 2002
Ah, pic hunting. The pasttime of idiots. *twitches*
Can I not be here? Cause at the moment, its really distressing me, and making me want to spend money, and I would like to actually have it for a little while.
And it occurs to me suddenly that they had a DVD player at BestBuy.com that was only sixty dollars. And I have seventy left. Fuck.
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Thursday, December 26, 2002
There is something so very, very wrong with having the window open in December. Especially since I'm fucking freezing, yo.
Course, I'll melt from the heat if I shut it, so there you go.
Is it messed up that I spent $20 of my Christmas money already?
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Wednesday, December 25, 2002
This is so my Christmas anthem....
Everything that could have went wrong, went wrong this year
Nothing recently has made me want to stand up and cheer
Everything you haven't said has finally come back to you
Now is not the time
I know you never liked any gifts I gave to you....
This holiday is overrated
It turned out the way I expected
This holiday is one to forget
Another year, this time I'll regret that
I spent too much time and money on you.
Why do i only remember the bad times we had?
I guess everything we do does reflect
everything you wish you said, has finally come back to you
Now is not the time, no now is not the time
I know you never liked any gifts I gave to you....
This holiday is overrated
It turned out the way I expected
This holiday is one to forget
Another year, this time I'll regret that
A spent too much time and money on you.
This holiday is overrated
It turned out the way I expected
This holiday is one to forget
Another year (not another year)
This holiday is overrated
It turned out the way I expected
This holiday is one to forget
Another year, no not another year --
I hope you spend it alone.
-- New Found Glory, "Ex-Miss"
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Monday, December 23, 2002
Fudged with the sidebar a bit, including an update to the desktop cap for Thing 2. Exciting, isn't it?
But, hey, at least Christmas is almost over.
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Friday, December 20, 2002
*jumps up and down and waves arms wildly* Mel! MEL!! Unperfect is open now!! Its nothing that you haven't already seen at either SaPi or CiW, generally, but its shiny! and new! and you said you wanted to read the name ramble when I finally uploaded it, so. Yeah. *ahem*
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Thursday, December 19, 2002
Because I really enjoy posting chat snippets, and if nothing else, Michael and I are never boring....
Meow: if i were an actress, do you see me as more playing the "buffy" type, or more the "ten things i hate about you" type? .........i can't believe i need help taking a quiz
Andy: hmmm well I don't really see you as the "self absorbed, lets save the trees, whiny bitch" so we'll go with buffy
Meow: *LOL* no, neither do i. especially since in the ten things quiz, i got patrick. which works. everyone thought he ate live chickens, i spent high school as satan.
Andy: yeah that works out as a pretty good match.
Meow: i thought so
Meow: ew, how the fuck did i get alicia silverstone? dude. i....assuming you could actually force me into one of her movies, i would never have played the parts she did
Andy: also being the whiny bitch just isn't you. your more of a 'stare at them until they burst into flames' type to me.
Meow: *LOL* so really if i was any of the possibilities, i'd have been christina ricci
Andy: yeah probably.
Meow: only, y'know. i've have treated Sleepy Hallow like a spoof film instead of playing it serious. so its probably good that i'm not an actress.
Andy: actually that would have made the film enjoyable.
Meow: alright, apparently my perfect teen movie involves kirsten dunst and mila kunis in bikinis. i'm okay with this.
Andy: as well you should be. hell I'd be happy with it.
Meow: i think everyone with eyes and a pulse would be
Andy: yeah. eliza dushku couldn't hurt either.
Meow: so, so true
Andy: cause then you could have another scene like that in bring it on.
Meow: at the carwash. yes. indeed. yum.
Andy: indeed. hell put in a couple of other people and that could be the entire fucking movie.
Meow: sounds good to me
Andy: cause yeah. you throw in shannon elizabeth, and that black haired girl from not another teen movie and I'm all set.
Meow: mia kirshner? dude, yes. love her. and. wow, that would be a nice film.
Andy: yes. that's the name and um yeah. good, good film that would be.
Meow: they could just call it "YAY!" and everyone would understand
Andy: indeed. when we take over we shall make that movie.
Meow: dude, fuck this icq ad. who the fuck goes to all the trouble of putting together and then paying for the time to run a web ad, and then can't even spell the only specified celeb's name? its like those fucking drumline ads on the tv that insist on mentioning that jc's on the soundtrack, and then say his name "CHAH-zez"
Andy: okay see they should die.
Meow: i know! messily! because hello, does jc look hispanic to you?
Andy: no, no he doesn't .
Meow: and well he shouldn't, what with him being fucking FRENCH. so french that he has family in the motherland. so why, when they're paying for a spot and the guy doesn't look hispanic, do they use the hispanic pronunciation instead of just asking someone how to say it?
Andy: because they're fucking nuts, and want to cotton up to the ethinic community?
Meow: ..........yeah, probably
Meow: someone explain to me why i'm reading a pink/britney fic
Andy: so what you doing now?
Meow: *points up*
Andy: um wait.....someone actually wrote a pink/brittney fic.........my god I'm sorry. my bad ficness has rubbed off on you.
Meow: i'm especially worried because tiffany rawlins is generally a pretty good writer. its just....pink/britney? i....
Andy: pink doesn't like brittney does she? I thought she said that once.
Meow: nearly every female singer between 15 and 25 has made some noise about how they don't want to be like britney, and occasionally tosses in an insult. i'm kind of confused, tho, because why precisely do they not want a lot of money and a famous ex who thought they walked on water and helped their career?
Andy: not sure. i think they're using brittney as a masthead for the entire female pop world. as girl pop did have a large resurgance when she came up.
Meow: true. altho christina seems set on being the one who kills it
Andy: and a good job she's doing too.
Meow: yes. it makes me want to cower behind the human wufei
Andy: I doubt even the human wufei could protect you from that much vileness.
Meow: um. maybe if we had the human wufei and em together?
Andy: that could work. but I still wouldn't feel safe without like danzig around.
Meow: and maybe all of D12. but only after they've been pumped full of drugs and told that she killed their dogs and their mothers
Andy: *hides eyes from screen* GODDAMN.
Meow: eep
Andy: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Troy/6254/tribe.html this is why we must take over. don't bother reading the words. it just makes the hurting worse
Meow: GAH! *falls to the ground* holy fuck, that's like an atom bomb. dude, is my skull pulsating?
Andy: it very well could be. I mean......why? why would anybody want neon, holyshitmyeyes, green
Meow: oh, man. i think that actually disintegrated several key areas of my brain on contact. holy fuck-me shit.
Andy: indeed. I mean and what's worse is that the fucking moron expects you to be able to read the the tiny little letters against that.
Meow: at this point, i'm just thankful that the text wasn't white, or bright orange. god, my eyes and forehead feel like someone beat them for several hours with a dead bunny
Andy: *lmao* sorry.
Meow: s'alright. if i wasn't currently feeling it, i assure you i would find it funny myself
Andy: it goes away after a couple of minutes. just look at some black for awhile.
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Wednesday, December 18, 2002
I am so lame, man. I'm using, like, a sixth of my domain. A sixth. How sick is that?
Pheh. Moving on. New skin at skin me....
Also, if I can get the rest of the layout to work, the splash page for next year's layout at bAoi is going to be, like, the coolest ever. Or, y'know, I could be a tasteless tool who is overrating it vastly. Whichever.
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Tuesday, December 17, 2002
The ideal result would've been Boromir. Barring that, anyone but Aragorn. And I kind of have a thing for old guys, anyway, so.... *squee!*
Who is your Ideal Lord of the Rings (male) Mate?
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Saturday, December 14, 2002
Got bored, so I uploaded the Christmas layout for bAoi earlier than I had planned. Its, um. Pretty ass.
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Friday, December 13, 2002
Okay, um, no offense to Kevin Smith or any of his fans, but, honey? Azrael? Not. A. Muse. Fucking Angel of Death, yo. Fucking guardian of the pits. During Passover? HE is the motherfucker that you put the blood over the door so as to keep him from visiting. Now, the rest of "Dogma" -- or at least, the twenty minutes or so that I saw -- I appreaciated in a gleeful, religion-hating, recovering-Christian sort of way. But if you're going to be having bitches who are in the goddamn Bible, fucking read the thing.
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Wednesday, December 11, 2002
Further adventures in the land of insanity (aka, The Conversations of Catt and Michael):
Meow: evil
Andy: yes. yes they are. I'd say something about wishmaster but ....well it's too stupid to comment on.
Meow: wishmaster. anyone who watched that for anything other than robert englund or tammy lauren is a fucking 'tard, yo
Andy: couldn't have put it better myself. of course you know they came out with three more of the damned things.
Meow: no. they did not. because we called them all after we had our souls and eyes and sanity ripped out and cruelly shredded before us by the first one
Meow: called = killed. wow, my typing tonight
Andy: s'okay. talking about that series of movies will do that to one's typing. also their brains.
Meow: food should cook quicker
Andy: I'm trying to answer that without making myself sound like a fucking idiot. I was gonna say 'food should grow on trees' then 'you should just be able to open the fridge and have the food ready' seeing as how both of these are commonly done.....I'm gonna shut up now.
Meow: *laughs* you're fabulous. and i knew what you meant.
Andy: that's what I like about you.
Meow: the fact that i laugh at you, or that i know what you mean?
Andy: both actually.
Meow: oh. cool.
Andy: yeah. also the fact that you realize that I'm a fucking idiot.
Meow: yeah, but i think everyone's a fucking idiot.
Andy: *stares at screen* I'm not bright, I am in fact quite stupid, but even I have an IQ higher then a garden variety squash.*deep breath* so whyyyyyyyyyyy do I see fics that are entitled "harry and Claire and their three year romance"? LKAJDFLI ASOFJ AL SDJFLKAJSDFL KAJSDFLKJASLDFJLAS KJFLASDJFLKASJ DF;LK ASJDLJ
Meow: *lmao*
Andy: oh wait here's a better one. "a child is found to be living with a herd of wild ponies, and she's harry's sister" I.........Ponies? I'm .......
Meow: you fucking made that up
Andy: no I swear I didn't . I can't stop laughing. I really can't.
Meow: *falls over laughing*
Andy: Hold on I just drooled on my keyboard. how do you copy and paste on this?
Meow: *wheezing*
Andy: Ponies? *giggling*
Meow: *snickers*
Andy: I mean. wolves are slightly believable. cause it's happened. but equines?
Meow: stop! stop, i can't breathe, yo!
Andy: When a child-prodigy is discovered living with a herd of wild ponies, the M.O.M. wants her to be studied, much like the Muggle Government would. She turns out to be the orphaned child of two incredibly strong wizards, and somebody needs to save her.
Andy: that's the actual thing.
Meow: *ROTFLMFAO*
Andy: *giggling like a girl*
Andy: Oh shit I'm drooling
Meow: oh, man. that's like, the best thing EVER *still giggling*
Andy: so am I. so am I
Meow: that was so worth the lack of oxygen
Andy: I'm still laughing. I needed that. I really did.
Meow: so did i. man. god bless your bad-fic magnetism
Andy: it's useful every now and then. the cats are looking at me like I'm an idiot now though.
Meow: *snickers* i kept waiting for one of my parents to come in rubbing their eyes and ask if i'd been sniffing glue or something
Andy: *lmao* it's so.....I mean fucking ponies. it's......
Meow: *cackles*
Andy: god bless the stupid people.
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Tuesday, December 10, 2002
Added Expi to my viewable desktops, because while its officially my mother's computer, I go through periods where I use it as much as if not more than Poofu. And yeah, fuck me for having all our computers named....
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Wrote my Christmas list for the parentals this evening. It was, um. Really brief. I couldn't really think of anything that I'm terribly jonesed about right now, and the only thing I really want is for Christmas to go away, and that conversation generally leaves my mother feeling helpless and me in tears, so. Not asking for it.
I kind of wish I'd thought to add the Rent Cow, tho. Having things to cuddle tends to make me feel better. And you can't go wrong with multiple-obsession tie-ins, you just can't.
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Sunday, December 08, 2002
It seems like the older I get, the more horror movies frustrate me. I mean, I still love the things, probably due in part to the fact that its the only genre where the chick with the best fight-or-flight instincts wins. Also? Robert Englund so needs to be my sex toy.
But I just...they never fucking run. And I'm sorry, but if you know a psycho is after you, you have three options. Run. Kill him. Sit and wait for him to kill you. That's really about it. Now, in the case of an unkillable psycho, you're kind of fucked on option two, altho vanquishing is usually still viable. However. Running? Generally your best choice. Run, find the brunette who's been running from him a lot longer than you have, and become one with her. This, to me, is common sense. But apparently common sense is not common at all to horror writers, because I usually find myself yelling at them to "Run. Grab the gun, and RUN" several times before it even occurs to the characters that some sort of swift away-movement might be beneficial to their health.
Altho, I have to admit that Jason X was a lot better about that than, oh, say, Jeepers Creepers. Those kids were just fucking idiots. At least there was an attempt at thought in JX. Still. If you've spent about 500 years running from Jason fucking Vorhees and you're so close to safety you can fucking smell the daffodils...you don't pause to watch the big evil cybernetically-enhanced killing machine walk towards you, you just grab your buddy's girlfriend's head and go.
Which is not to say it didn't have its moments. I mean, pretty much any shot that showed Lexa Doig, was a good one. And the android was cute, altho I would've enjoyed her more if I hadn't kept thinking, "Yeah, and in your day job, you're Lexa, and Lexa's you, and she's better at both. You poor thing." And the Last Black Guy Standing? So, so awesome. I wish I was a black man, so I could get a job acting in a horror movie, and be the motherfucking shiznit.
And while I still think that Jason beating the two painfully-cliched (yet true) holographic girls to death with each other was officially the best weapon/death in a horror movie E-V-E-R...the tool who wrote that JX was the best Jason movie ever for the box, needs to fucking go back and rerent Jason Goes to Hell. The bit with Cool Guy and the handcuffs alone had it beat, yo. Once you add in the cameo by Freddy's lovely accesory...JX didn't stand a chance.
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Saturday, December 07, 2002
Hm. Okay, see, I get the Nick Carter one, because I'm vaguely obsessed with that song, and if we're being honest...yes, I am Is It Saturday Yet?. But the Justin? I. Um. Okay, I'm kind of into the end of Senorita, but. Um. What?
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Friday, December 06, 2002
I'm feeling swift and aware. I've been slowly attempting to clean my room (very slowly...think arthritic snail with ADD) and this evening, I pulled the middle drawer of my desk out so I could go through it, maybe clean it out. A good idea, in theory. However, theory failed to take into account that I haven't opened the fucking thing in about two years, and that completely removing a drawer from a desk, by yourself, when your only real idea of its contents is "um...stuff" is a stupendously stupid act. Banged the fuck out of my arm, yo. I've got a nicely purpling bruise framed by two long scrapes. Yay. >.<
On the upside? I'm several kinds of in love with this layout. *snugs Ron*
I need to shop. And. Stuff. Did I mention I'm also tired for no apparent reason? Bleh.
Oh, hey, Kipley's on.
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Wednesday, December 04, 2002
Um. I have no real explanation for this layout, except that its a cool picture of a cool scene, and Ron is the goddamn MAN, yo.
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