November 29th, 2003

SNAKES ON A MUTHAFUCKING PLANE

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Gabe has come over.

We have discovered eight giant boxes of pixie stix.

WE CAN VIBRATE THROUGH TIME AND SPACE.

Current Mood: we shall become heros
Current Music: I dibs the spandex
- crantz
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Gabe has come over.

We have discovered eight giant boxes of pixie stix.

WE CAN VIBRATE THROUGH TIME AND SPACE.

Current Mood: we shall become heros
Current Music: I dibs the spandex
- <lj user="crantz">
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sunday in the sunset leaves

::snerk::

"But in the end it's just me and the Marriage of Figaro.
Oh, and the metronome.
Any listeners* are likely to hear variations on "No. No. It is not that fast. You are a lying metronome. You lie. Lie like a...a very...lying...liar...thing. Lies all lies!" followed by the angry noises of someone who is Seriously Thinking About Stamping Her Foot, She Means It This Time, and if a certain Lying Metronome does not Shape Up Right Now then she will not be Responsible For The Consequences.
And then a certain voice that has Younger Sister all over it points out helpfully that the metronome isn't even set to presto, it's set to the last possible setting before presto.
Do you hear that rage? It is mine. My not-so-preciousss.
*I.e. my family and everyone within a 1.5-mile radius."
--schiarire
  • Current Music
    "Another Postcard" - BNL (acoustic)
hobbes
  • crantz

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there is deep childhood trauma involving the nutella, that is all you really need to know. also, nutella ad campaign, wtf? it is not healthy. it is chocolate. sure, it gives your kids energy, but it's the hyper energy that comes from too much sugar and which leads to the eventual crash which renders them semi-comatose and suicidal and hatching plans that involve you, their loving parents, and seven or eight tons of concrete and the words "you always loved bobby better!". i don't know how you ad people sleep at night. you disgust me.


-divide_by_zero

Four year olds are cute.

The best family story ever, from ladyjaida:

Eric, my cousin, is four years old. The other day, his mother, Lisa, asked him where he wants to live when he grows up -- he's lived in Sweden and New York both, back and forth, for the past few years.

He, however, misconstrued the question, and answered as follows:

"Well, I could live with momma when I grow up. Or I could stay in Sweden with grandma. OR I could live with Margalite." He paused here, looked very thoughtful, and then added, "Or I could be gay, and live with my boyfriend."

His parents have no idea where he got that last bit from, but I'm proud to say the response was "Well, yes, Eric, you could do any of those things, if you wanted to."