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Permalink Alright, I would dearly love to know what prompted this. However, we seem incapable of being online at the same time, and I really don’t want to call again. I’m starting to feel like the unwanted friend who can’t take a hint and is slowly edging into stalkerdom. You know…SS.
Altho, at least you could always count on S to get back to you. Mainly because she actually received her phone messages. On the other hand, did you really want to stay in touch with someone who was incapable of forming her own opinions most days?
……….sadly, right now, I would settle for that. *sighs* Fuck me, won’t you?
sounds like xena vol. 2, “the ballad of joxer the mighty”
Permalink Its weird to me, how this place was designed by someone who primarily uses IE, and yet, with the exception of the colored scroll bar (which refuses to show up in Netscape, pout with me now), I honestly think it looks better in my Netscape 4. It just….lays nicer.
Also? In a perfect world, this person would die a slow and lingering death, at which time they would be relegated to one of the more heated, overcrowded pits of hell. Possibly the one that pipes in the 24-hour David Hasselhoff radio station.
Permalink Alright, please forgive whatever pile of bantha poodoo this place currently looks like. I’m lonely and bored and trying to alleviate it by fracking with my bloggy.
…………..this would be so much easier if someone smart was online.
Permalink Has anyone else seen Unbreakable? Did the ending make anyone else want to kill someone? Like, go out into the street, flag down a car, and then just remove the driver from the vehicle via the windshield? And then, having done so, proceed to hurt them? Or am I just special in an entirely new, freaky way?
I actually think I might have enjoyed it more if I wasn’t a comic book slut myself. Because I was quite happy being oblivious and oddly intrigued by the film, and thinking to myself, “Its so cool, cause Dunn is all unbreakable in body, and Elijah’s unbreakable in spirit. Yay!” What can I say, my optimism rears its hideous malformed Carrottop-meets-Pumpkinhead-by-way-of-Carson-Daly head at the oddest times.
And then Elijah’s mom’s all pointing out classic villian looks and archetypes to Dunn, as cheerfully oblivious as I was two seconds ago, and all I can think is, “Oh, fucking no. Just no, we are not doing some reverse Xavier/Magneto thing, we are just fucking not….oh, look, we are. Well, shoot me.”
A part of me kind of wants to watch it again and scream at it. A lot. Possibly until my eardrums pop and I lose my voice and choke to death on the blood. The rest of me, tho, wants to sit down and watch it with Amelia and see how violently it makes her twitch. And then scream until my ears pop and I lose my voice and I choke on blood. Yeah. Sounds like a fucking plan to me, boyo.
It’ll have to wait until after tonight, tho. JaMars-sama’s on the telly, and he’s playing a musician. >=D~~
sounds like angelique kiss kiss kiss, “shibireru kurai kanjitai”
Permalink Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Fuck. I’m bored out of my mind and the house has only been empty 12 minutes. Mind you, I was bored before that, but, um. Yeah.
Shoot me, won’t you?
Permalink What’s this?!? Are the Powers What Are trying to make up for the sheer shiteliciousness of Ota-fuckme? Ooooh, dare we hope!
So. I have permission to buy a Sith Academy shirt (insert mad cackling here). Spun finally got in a used copy of Legend of Legaia, which my mother all but ordered me to buy at the first opportunity, because we were just renting it faaaaaaaar too much (insert bizarre anime grabbing noises accompanied by a chortled ‘mine!’ here). There is Coca-Cola in the fridge (mmmmm, yummy!). I go to the chiropractor’s tomorrow (insert vicious cracking noises and delighted gibbering here). And Thursday, the parentals leave for eight days in Maine (insert music played far too loud and yelling at all hours of the night here).
Y’know, if I could just get some Chinese food and a documentary on Egypt….life would be perfect.
Permalink Choose Otakon. Choose Baltimore City. Choose wrong turns, cops who don’t know how to get there, and desperate calls on the cell phone at all hours of the night. Choose Em, waiting at Penn Station while you and your best friend become progressively more lost. Choose the Towson Diner at four in the morning. Choose stumbling home at dawn, Em in tow, and desperately trying to get five hours sleep before the con. Choose leaving your bags in a car that won’t be there in the morning. Choose cosplay, sweltering heat, and redirected traffic. Choose registration fees and Cowboy Bebop con badges. Choose three days of the most exhausting, overpriced concentration of Nihon you’ve ever seen in your life. Choose Sanrio. Choose open-mike karoake, and the repeated massacre of Cruel Angel’s Thesis. Choose dark, air-conditioned video rooms. Choose Legend of Basara. Choose 30+ minutes in a snaking, unmoving line to watch MAT3K. Choose sitting in front of the most annoying, easily-amused laugher on the face of the earth, and the one guy in the whole room who doesn’t get “42.” Choose shuffling out to the car at 11pm, trying not to aggravate the patch of heat rash you’ve managed to acquire on your thighs. Choose dinner past midnight. Choose Walmart. Choose passing out on Ben’s futon, grateful for every puff his slowly dying air-conditioner sends out. Choose waking up far too soon just so you can start it all over again. Choose gloating fathers, foot-dragging teenagers, and wishing you could fall back into that futon. Choose traffic jams and snitty blondes. Choose the Gong Show. Choose Hikaru Midorikawa. Choose missing him because the lines to get his autograph were so long they closed almost before his allotted time started, and walking away beaming because it means people love Midorikawa!! Choose an episode and a half of Boys Be…. Choose trolling the dealer’s room and the artist’s gallery because you just can’t find Video Room 6. Choose buying a volume of Utena manga in Japanese because Mikage-sama is on the back cover. Choose conversing with a guy who wants you to buy chain mail. Choose taking his email address, because dammit, you really want a chain mail bracelet. Choose Burger King. Choose to super-size that fucker. Choose the Anime Music Video Overflow showing. Choose photos of Alessandro’s ass. Choose watching him dance and thinking he is the queerest, most awesome thing you’ve seen in far too long. Choose giving up on those two volumes of Kizuna because you’re just too damn tired to go back the last day. Choose getting hit up for money by a stranger on the way to the car, because he hasn’t realized that three cunts with con badges after dark will be significantly broker than he is. Choose not to point out that you can see the roll of money he’s already talked other people out of. Choose falling into your own bed in the wee hours, happier to see the black iron frame than you could hope to express. Choose Sunday in bed. Choose Toys-R-Us, Borders, and Taco Bell. Choose hot food and a cold drink that isn’t watered down. Choose tapping away at your keyboard, still far too tired in far too many ways, trying to record the experience while you can still remember it well. Choose otaku-ism. Choose Otakon.
………..why in hell would I want to do that?!?!
Permalink How’s this for totally bizarre timing? The day after I actually get around to reading the SA-ender….the two girls who periodically make t-shirts for SA decide to do one final batch.
Oh, and look. They take Paypal. Thaaaaanks. Cause I needed this kind of temptation. I HURT in multiple places, and I’m cranky, and you’re shoving merchandise for one of my main happies in my face, complete with easy payment. You are both my devil and my god, and I hope you all burst into monkey flames.
On the upside, I see the chiropractor in six days, the parentals leave in seven, and my glorious mother has brought me chocolate and soda. The only way this could be better is if Gabriel Byrne were reading to me and stroking my hair.
Although, not being in pain would be nice, too.
Permalink Finally read the finale to Sith Academy, and I have to say….it was better than the movie. *lol* Not that we’re surprised by this, or even by the fact that Siubhan managed to imbue some actual sense into Phantom Menace, but damn, am I pleased.
Kinda makes me wonder why I put off reading it for so long. ¬_¬
There’s just one small problem (aside from the fact that, well, SA’s over *sniffle*). Now I want a 12-inch Maul more than ever. I mean…who else is gonna wear the little “Sith Lords Kick Ass” t-shirt?
sounds like fatboy slim, “weapon of choice”
Permalink Attack of the Clones. Attack of the Clones?!?! For fuck’s sake, Georgie, have you lost what little mind you had? I mean, there were some pretentious ass names floating around in rumors, and some pure shite ones as well, but I have to say, I really have to say, that every last one of them was so much better than Attack of the Clones as to be painful.
As if having a film called Attack of the Clones isn’t painful enough as it is…..
I mean, I suppose I shouldn’t be terribly surprised. The man writes hideously trite dialogue, after all, and gods save us from his few attempts at novelization….but, really, title-wise, he’s never been half bad. And disappointing as Phantom Menace was, didn’t it just have a slick title? It made no sense, but it sounded good. I…I think I’m actually going to have to erase this bit from my memory. Go back to the sweet, glorious days when my brain simply referenced it as “Ep2” or, in a pinch, “The Clone Wars.” Which, let’s face it, was one of those nice titles that is simple, understated, classy, sums things up without giving away details, and — best of all, from a writer’s point of view — hands itself to you on a parchment sheaf, in pretty-yet-easy-to-read calligraphy.
And y’know, if the old noggin can’t manage to delete George’s brain fart on its own….I’ve got a hacksaw and Brillo pad that should work nicely.
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