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Permalink Beh. I should really send some feedback to this Kenitra chick, because she just wrapped up a 51-chapter fic that showed a growing relationship from the viewpoints of both parties, and I think I read like, half of it in one sitting, so I feel like I should at least say, “hi, that was cool, I liked it.” Except if I email her, I’m going to be asking if she’s ever thought of having a site that features just her work, and that’s about two seconds away from offering to make her one, which…I really don’t need to go down that road, I really don’t. Still…feedback. A good habit to get into.
And y’know, I think I’m just going to go sit over there and wait for my mother to wake up so I can bug her into running errands with me….
Permalink *grinning like an idiot and refusing to look at anyone* It shouldn’t have been that enjoyable. It just shouldn’t have. I mean, La-chan needs to control his accent better if he’s going to be running around playing anyone born north of the Mason Dixon. And he wasn’t good. He wasn’t bad, either, but he just wasn’t good. Joey was good. Of course, he was playing a goofball musician with a heart of gold, so…he might just have been playing himself. ¬_¬
But, oh, it was queer. It was…dude, could we have more of a formulaic romantic-comedy? Well, yes, we probably could’ve, but we would’ve had to really work for it. Still. Very charming. And sweet. And so obvious that you knew how it would go before you even popped the tape into the VCR, but oh, it was so much fun. Its worth it just to see La and Joey actually singing. By themselves. (Lance, with droopy hair, singing Two Princes and trying to deliver it tunelessly like its supposed to be, and just failing miserably…Joey, howling Twisted Sister tunes, and somehow pulling it off.) And of course, shirtless La. And Joey’s thigh. *whistles innocently and gazes at the ceiling*
But the real killer? The behind-the-scenes spoof during the ending credits, featuring Justin and Chris as the hair and makeup people. Chris was scary. Chris is always scary, it what makes him likeable. But there’s just something magical about Justin Timberlake in a sparkly shirt and cowboy hat, lisping and fawning over Lance. Lo, the skit that launched a thousand slash fics! *snickers*
Permalink Know what’s mildly disturbing? There’s an ICQ Interest Group for the Sweet Valley High television show. I, um. Alright, see, we all know that I have questionable taste. HIGHLY questionable. But even I wouldn’t…I mean, its just…there are no words, alright? There just aren’t.
On the upside, I got a couple lick recommendations from Marc over at AngelCage.org…and why that boy was willing to wade that deeply into bAoi when all I did was fill out his survey, I have no idea, but I love him for it. Anyway. Both recs were very good — Brian Molko and David Bowie. Now, Brian Molko I can excuse myself for not already having on the list. Because I knew of him, but Placebo is really not well publicized in the states. Unless you count the fact that 20th Century Boy is currently being used in a fucking car ad. Its nearly as painful as that cruise line ad that used Iggy Pop’s “Lust for Life.” *twitches*
David Bowie, however. How the hell did he escape the Lick List? I mean, what psycho clone of myself left David Bowie off that list? Labyrinth alone should’ve gotten him on, and when you factor in, oh, his music, and the adorable way that’s he’s 12 and 60 all at once, and the gorgeous way his life carved itself into his face, and the fact that the man is a god…welcome to my heinous oversight.
Now, the question is…where to insert him. And Sweet Lady, that sounded SO fucking wrong….
Permalink Oh, look. I’m shocked. In some parallel universe, where I’m happy and lobotomized, I am shocked into incoherence.
Which Member of the Endless Are You?
Permalink Y’know what’s fun? Really wanting to blog, and not having any idea what to say. Its fun. Excrutiatingly so. Shoot me.
Permalink Miki: *stares in horror* nsync got nominated for a _soul train award_?!? how.what………OW. godDAMN. now we’ll never convince justin he’s not black >.<
Andy: *stares* you know what this means correct?
Miki: that he must be destroyed and replaced with a JustinBot that we control thru highly advanced brainwave-related technology?
Andy: *nods head* I’ll get the pliers
Yes, its true. We now have proof that God is dead. Or at the very least living in Poughkeepsie, gorged on some really good ‘shrooms and laughing his fool head off.
Permalink Did I mention? B-O-R-E-D. And frustrated. Ugh.
What Beatles’ song are you?
Permalink Um. Can I just say? Ow. Eesh. Sites like that make me feel so much better about my own sites, because however craptastic they may be, never EVER have I created something that made you wish for a pair of sunglasses. Sweet jeez….
Permalink I made a button for sacrificial pizza. Behold the sane.
Permalink *squeaks* Ano…Des-chan? Whatchu need help with?
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