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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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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!*
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Got bored, so I uploaded the Christmas layout for bAoi earlier than I had planned. Its, um. Pretty ass.
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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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Further adventures in the land of insanity (aka, The Conversations of Catt and Michael): Meow: evil Meow: food should cook quicker 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
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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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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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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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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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