June 23rd, 2004

how do they rise

ladyjaida has, officially, the coolest cousin EVER TO EXIST.

Me: Running into living room. JONAH.
windjinn: What? Innocence.
Me: Come here, I need to photograph you.
Me: With a bra on your head. Already unhooking bra and pulling it through sleeve.
windjinn: What?
Me: Put this bra on your head and fall down the stairs. Throws bra to him.
Me: We need it for the fic. Shoves him towards stairs.
windjinn: Trying to clean bra of breast cooties. OH AWESOME who'm I gonna be?
Me: James.
windjinn: Flings bra on head; leaps down stairs. COOL.

-Callisto
dance!

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Did you know that if you go to write the word "miles" and the fingers of your right hand are one key off from where they should be, you will spell out "nukes" instead?

I'm sure this is significant in some way. I haven't quite figured that part out yet, but I'm working on it.

--darqstar
Wheeee!

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I offer the following canon evidence and how [Sirius and Lupin] interpret into a gay persona, whether actual or stereotypical. People may believe it, or they may find it a bunch of crap. It matters little. I’m a queen and I say it’s valid. That’s all there is to it.

-- the divine idiotic_savant here, which is SO worth the read darlings...

PS: No, I'm not a R/S shipper, I just like the quote. *G*
merchgirl

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from glittersavvy again:

I am not coming to terms with the fact that I look like a small child. I have a feeling I will be flashing I.D. everywhere until I am sixty.

Sometimes I can live with ickle and cute. But I am not in a cute mood today. I am not cute.

I AM NOT CUTE!

I am fierce and hostile and I will r e m o v e your spleen while you are sleeping. Technically, that just makes me kind of deranged, but it's better than cute.

Although...the cute thing does come in handy because I...am never the main suspect. Like the time that guy got shot and the police were questioning everybody to see if they'd seen/heard anything. "Just a check, we're asking everyone. We don't think you did it, or anything."

...BUT WHAT IF I DID? XD

[I didn't, btw. :P Don't turn me in, cuz...I'm cute! >_<] XD
Beast facepalm

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ANGEL in the DVD player: “...Wolfram & Hart are representing her pro bono.”
MY BROTHER: What does pro bono mean?
ME: It means...
MY BROTHER: Isn’t pro bono the person that killed the Beatles?
ME: ...
ME: It means for free...
MY BROTHER: oh....
ME: And that was Yoko Ono...and she didn’t kill the Beatles, she broke them up you idiot!
MY BROTHER: Well, I’m sooorry if I don’t understand every facet of...
ME: Words?!
MY BROTHER: Shut up.

Let me just add that my brother is 19 years old and hasn't, contrary to popular belief and seemingly evidenced by the above conversation, been living in a cave on Mars for the last 13 years.

Taken from utopianbabie.
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Acaciah - Queen to a King

The glove's okay, but...

elocinoco rants:

I hate 30 day invoices that the accountant forgot to pay. I hate insurance companies and their constant bickering. Oh, and pictures of nude men with socks on, therefore they aren't *nude* at all. What's up with that? I *hate* socks. *Hate* them. I mean, if you don't have anything else on, *why* socks? Hard cock or not... the socks have *got* to go.

(from a F-locked post, with permission)
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new violin

Stab, Hamlet, stab.

From givesmevoice , who swears on her sacred honor that her local educational administration want to expose little kids to this version of Hamlet. See the entire post here.

See Hamlet draw his sword. See Hamlet stab.

Stab, Hamlet, stab.

See Uncle Claudius's blood gush.

Gush, blood, gush.

See Uncle Claudius fall. How funny he looks, stabbed.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

But it is not Uncle Claudius.

It is Polonius. Polonius is Ophelia's father.

What fun Hamlet is having.

"You are naughty, Hamlet," says Hamlet's mother. "You have stabbed Polonius."

But Hamlet's mother is not cross. She loves Hamlet. He is a good boy.

And Hamlet loves his mother. She is a good mother. Hamlet loves his mother very much.

Hamlet loves his mother very, very much.

Does Hamlet love his mother a little too much?

Perhaps.