January 24th, 2005

phantom stalking

kananigirl has something to say about the Phantom movie

Wow, I never knew that it took a long hallway with moving ppl with candles, a horse ride, etc to get to the BOTTOM of the Opera house? Who in the world designed this place anyway? A fitness guru? Walk, ride, run, swim, work your arms out, paddle that boat to the secret lair, that's supposed to be in the bottom of the opera house.

The rest of the review is here, inside your mind.
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    awake

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A frustrated auryn29a tries to connect his Tivo to his wireless network:

Warning: This network could not be located.

Where are you looking? Under the couch? It's RIGHT THERE! Why can you not see the network that's spewing tons of 1s and 0s at you? What is your problem? Were you not hugged as a child! Connect, damn you, connect!
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    amused amused
f flowers pink rose

on the cold

Oh my GOD, it's freezing outside. It's freeeezing. It's freezing in this room and my hands are frozen and I tried to use gloves while typing on the computer, but I couldn't hit the keys the right way and all my sentences were coming out like, "Mseikaskkfl. Kagigihjii! Dakjgigji!!!!!!!" Which is wrong. What I really meant to say was, "Kdkfadjifajdifdjif. Ikaifjdjfjf." See?
-taken from misadventure's lj
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    downfall - matchbox 20
A-Stones

What happens to your letters to Santa

In response to the tidbit of information in thequestionclub that letters to Santa and God get stored away in a building somewhere, and that some of them get answered, genepool23 clarified the issue of just who is answering these letters:

Actually, it's kind of funny, see, Santa answers God's letters and God answers Santa's.

NO BILLY YOU CANNOT HAVE A TOY FIRETRUCK. INSTEAD, YOU CAN HAVE CHRONIC HALITOSIS. YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE HIT YOUR SISTER. REMEMBER, I SEE ALL!
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xylodemon, with permission, in this f-locked post about taking her son to a birthday party:

BRAT: My race car is bigger than yours.
SON: Yeah, well mine is red.
BRAT: Yeah, well mine has bigger tires.
SON: Yeah, well mine has doors that open.
[...]
BRAT: Yeah, well my mom is a doctor.
SON: Yeah, well my mom could kick your mom's ass.
BRAT: Yeah, well my dad is a lawyer.
SON: Yeah, well my mom could kick your dad's ass, too.
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    "Virgin State Of Mind" - K's Choice
dom!belly

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lyotto, here.

Yes, folks. Those topics really were connected. Legolas is the poncy squire and you know it. Middle English equals Middle Earth because Hobbits come from the Shire and go on pilgrimages to Mordor. And I have this horrible urge to write a LotR version of The Canterbury Tales.
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    artistic
Mara Jade

Wisdom from the Reverend Father Saint Michael

*sigh* I love it. You can read the whole post Elektra: A review that has nothing to do with the movie, or just absorb the following:

One of the most important things a woman can do is not feed into the body type brainwashing machine that sets up it obelisks at every grocery store check out line. Now I know that Jennifer Garner is hardly the spokesbody for the average woman's physique: I'm sure she went through an intensive workout routine and dieting regime to look how she looked in that movie. But now the audience is looking at something other than bones poised to split through her skin.

Me, personally, I would vault over a dozen Callista Flockharts to get at one Monica Bellucci.