Turns out he's attempting to recreate dialogue as spoken by someone with a frozen ice-branch stuck to their mouth, so that he can phonetically write it into the book.
-laurenmitchell knows a lot of strange people.
PS: Apologies if this posts twice. LJ is being sucky.
--ladyspeak in a Friends Only post.
aromenis expresses her annoyance at people who can't talk quietly.
"Dear Loudass Girl in the Union Computer Lab:
Honey, this lab is small SO YOU DON'T NEED TO SHOUT. *Especially* if the person you're talking to is all of one foot away. There is a problem if I, being a complete stranger sitting here for less than an hour, know not only your COMPLETE sexual history, but ACTUALLY KNOW YOUR EXES BY NAME. I don't *care* if David has a dick that won't quit, I don't *care* if you wanna do it til the sun comes up, THIS IS A FRICKIN COMPUTER LAB. Please, your gossip makes me nauseous and I think the guy sitting next to me wants to kill you.
PS - Michael didn't dump you because he has commitment issues, he dumped you because you are the MOST AURALLY OFFENSIVE HUMAN BEING ON THIS PLANET. Maybe if you drop your voice down to a throaty whisper, or better yet, NOT TALK AT ALL, he'll come back. But David sounds like fun, too."
it is, in fact, George W Bush, not Stalin, who is president of the United States at the moment.
What's the difference? J\k but still ;)
Reports suggest that Stalin was in possession of:
1. Brain x 1
2. Literacy x 1
3. Independent thought x 1
4. Assassinated political opponents x ?
This just amuses me on so many levels. Always fun to mock the
So I had a lesbian sex dream the other night.
No, don't get excited. It was overrated at best. I would have expected my gay dreams to involve Angelina Jolie or someone hawt, but instead I got a 300 lbs bulldyke that looked like Chris Farley. ~_~;;
Bulldyke: *husky voice* Who's your daddy?
Crow: C_C;; You, apparently.
But whatever. We started to get into it, when I randomly glanced over at the window and there's my mom with binoculars.
At which point I woke up with a jolt and a shudder, completely not-horny.
I swear my subconscious hates me.
There are many people in this world who have questions for you. Some are things like 'what is the meaning of life?'. Some are things like 'why did You allow $TRAGEDY to happen?'.
This is not a list of those questions.
Mind, now, this is a tmi_chix post; you have been warned.
"I'm street like powdered milk and government cheese."
Taken from playinggodagain :) Heh heh.
Waking up to a catfight in your bed at four in the morning is pretty annoying, but one does have an expectation of knowing all the cats involved.
Every single one of them is absolutely disgusting. XD We paid almost fifty bucks for this shit. And somehow, it's worth it.
The others are just nasty in general, but the mashed potato stuff actually tastes like mashed potatoes. It nearly made me throw up on the spot. XD NASTY STUFF.
I want to start hanging around outside gyms and Weight Watchers wearing a trench coat and stop people as they come out of there. "Psst. Hey." Look around carefully; open one side of the coat. "Want to buy a rice crispies treat? The first bite's free."~neversremedy here.
For an extra treat and a higher price, I'll have them with chocolate chips, too.
This is one of the times when the comments on a metaquote turns up another gem - kind of a two for one offer. In response to this
The war in Iraq is almost exactly like getting your dick stuck in a Chinese Finger Puzzle. There's no way out, and everyone is laughing at you.
from liddle_oldman, there was this exchange:
silent_sybil: ... and there was no reason for your dick to be anywhere near that finger puzzle in the first place.
van: Perhaps a Bush enticed it there?
In reply to one of my many posts about how the Ipod and its various incarnations are constantly on the front page of the New York Times web edition (surely there must be some monetary bribing going on), artdavis had this to say:
Your subsciption now integrated into OSX... The Big Apple iTimes!
jujubes78 believes in the occult-slumber party connection:
And then we chanted over this bowl of water... and it turned into a magical liquid, and when i put my sleeping friend's hand in it, she like, totally peed her pants!! I <3 The Occult!!!!
I wrote that my interpretation of SuperLambBanana, "or SLB, as I will jauntily abbreviate it", was that it was a foreshadowing of the future of genetic engineering: "one day we will amalgamate the main course and dessert in one easy-to-rear animal".
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In which holybuybull responds with:
"Oh, Avril! You're so hardcore and punk! I've always wanted to be like you but...but..."
"What is it, Hilary?"
"It's just that I'm so scared to take such a leap."
"That's okay. I'll show you," whispered Avril as she gently pushed Hilary back onto the bed.
Kate (on California seceding from the Union): We'd be like the teenage daughter that moves out of the house but comes back to raid the refrigerator and do laundry.
Me: Hell, my aunt goes to my grandparents' house to raid the refrigerator and do laundry, and she's 55.
Kate: YES! We can be the 55-year-old aunt!
My brother had seven teeth pulled today. I came home during 4th period, just in time to help my mom dress him and brush his teeth, and nearly carry him to the car. The reason for his incapacitation was that the dentist directed him to take a rather large dose of Valium an hour before the surgery, and it knocked him out almost completely. As he was going down he stumbled around the house uttering monosyllabic exclamations and otherwise mumbling to himself. Then he collapsed on the couch, raised his head and slurred, "Now I know why they abuse this stuff." And off to la-la land he went. I'd be interested in seeing what this kid's like when he's drunk.
Auditions went well. I doubt I got a part, mainly because I don't project well and I lost my focus, as I have a lamentable tendency to do. But my scream kicked ass, I am proud to say. And in any case, if I'm not cast, I'm still doing tech. What what!
On a happy note: I woke up this morning feeling like shit, but somewhere during third period it alleviated enough for me to ride home on my bike and eat a banana. Now I'm feeling almost like my old self again, although my gut is still complaining a bit.
Tomorrow I get to go for blood tests at 8:00 in the morning. I hate having blood taken, I really do, but the tech is quite competent and I've accepted that checking cholesterol is a necessary part of life. So that's that.
My connection would suddenly get dropped, I'd reconnect and transfer about three files, then it would get dropped again. Or the FTP client would crash. Delightful fun all around. It went a little like this:
Gale: (uploads three files)
Server: (disconnects) Ha!
Gale: (reconnects and uploads three more files)
Server: (disconnects) Double ha!
Gale: (reconnects and uploads three more files)
Server: (disconnects) The number of files you may upload shall be no more than three, so sayeth me.
Gale: (reconnects and uploads three more files) Come on.
Server: (disconnects) Told you.
Gale: (reconnectsand uploads three more files) Please?
Server: (disconnects) I fart in your general direction.
Gale: (reconnects and uploads four files) I thought you said I couldn't do more than three?
Server: (disconnects) I had something in my eye.
FTP Client: (crashes)
Gale: (starts up client again, reconnects and uploads one file) Come on, please.
Server: (disconnects) Displease me again, petty human, and I'll start deleting them.
Gale: (reconnects and mutters curse words in at least three languages)
Server: (hangs indefinitely)
FTP Client: (crashes)
I wrote a Fleur-de-lys/Esmeralda drabble, here. erinpuff commented on it, remarking that she wished there had been "OOC girlsnogging". I assured her there would be in a future installment, and that I had already found a way to justify it.
To which she replied, ...please tell me she's not going to snog Esmeralda's corpse. O_o Only Quasimodo can do that..
Well, it was hysterical at the time.
2) Wow, so the Prince of England is a Nazi. Shayne must be loving life." - kalamar