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"How did I get so drunk last night? Someone must have spiked one of the 27 drinks that I consumed."

*snickersnort*

Do I or don't I want to shell out for the Sims 2 expansions I'm missing? Hmmm....

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...when you remember a movie you saw years and years ago, but by remember it means you remember a vague plot without knowing the title or the actors who were in it? How do you look THAT up on imdb? How do you describe the plot or summary in such a way that a title (or year) might jump out at you?

'Cause I was having one of those moments.

Well... I actually had to do a bit of googling that led to some wiki-ing, and then I was able to imdb it. I know it was made in the eighties. I know that it had a few central main characters, one being an old couple, and there was a mostly mute boxer. He was kinda simple from head injuries, or something. And there were these little ufo type creatures that fixed things for scrap metal. But what was it called?

So I googled "movie ufos fix things for scrap metal" and saw a wiki page of "List of Robots in fiction" that led to a title *batteries not included (1987) which is precisely the movie I was looking for. I seriously need to find that movie again, and watch it.

...who else remembers this movie?

Fin.

V - is for voracious. 'Cause when I'm hungry, I eat enough for for two. Villages.
I - is for imagination. Mine is very vivid and active and porny.
R - is for ribald. Porn. Swearing. All that fucking jazz.
G - is for gorgeous. Hey, if I keep being told that, it must be true, right? Right!
I - is also for irony. Also goes along with sarcastic and snarky.
N - is for nifty. 'Cause I am. :P
I - is also for I. As in, me, myself, and I. I am the centre of your universe.
A - is for arrogant. I know I am. I don't mind.

Guess the meme. Play it if you want.

Heh. Just realised R could also be for red, as in... the colour of my hair now. Hypnotic Red it's called. It's very red and pretty. :D

Rawr.

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It's just a few days away and perhaps a few on my f-list who'd get them haven't seen these icons before and I've had a couple in my possession for some time... so anyway, I thought I'd share.

by willocwen

by most_suspicious

by vardaquareien

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What Xanthia Means

X is for XXX A is for Articulate N is for Naughty T is for Thoughtful H is for Hardworking I is for Insane A is for Alert

Which Princess Bride Character are You?
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A recent metaquotes post involving math and gamer geekery, thanks to palmer_kun and the like, means I will forever adore this post about a Burning Goat. Hee!

Also, sidenote of weirdness, perhaps as a disappointment on Supernatural not showing on Friday, and also overheatedness (I went to bed in many wrm layers and that probably gave my dreams a twisted turn), but I dreamed about them last night, too. I don't remember much, but in my dream Sam was left facing the ghost things alone, unarmed, because Dean was...doing something with Papa Winchester...but they showed up in the nick of time to help Sam. But Sam wouldn't talk to his dad, just grabbed some stuff out of the trunk and went back to face the ghosty creature and I sorta lost the plot after that. It was just weird watching Sam all angsty but also in charge.

I also dreamed about SGA a wee tiny bit, and, well, my spaceship. Yeah, Valerie. She showed up in my mind some weeks ago, and been prodding me to design her layout, and further discussions with Matt are hammering out technological things. And now I'm figuring out her crew. This is all sorts of fun, but it invaded my dreams, damnit, and that's just crazy-obsessive of my brain.

Fin.

*giggles like a mad thing*

In AD 2005...
"All your feeding grounds are belong to us."

Oh, I love me some geekery liek whoa.

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Looking up weird random things like wtf is Jericho, and some way to figure out the general dimensions of both a Stargate and a Puddle Jumper, because my mind demands more specifics... and somehow stumble upon Firefly Life's Lessons. Shiny. If I can just have that poster for my bedroom wall, now...

Also, never thought it'd be possible to have too much cheese, but... too much cheese I did, indeed, have. Might have helped if I'd had some crackers or something, anything, to go with. I didn't think that far ahead, though. And...ugh. Too much cheese.

I should go hang out with Ange. Watch more Stargate. Help her get past any upsets and issues she's holding in.

Fin.

Layout, icons, profile... all revamped. Like my hair. Hee!

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Went to a play-reading last night. That was interesting. Felt rather bad for Grant, 'cause it was his play...like, the first time it was being read by other people, and critiqued... I don't think I could do it, on the off chance I ever wrote a play. And then there was the... gah. It was really funny. Even if I hadn't been familiar with Fitz, Alex, and Enderby, I would have been laughing my arse off just the same.

I do understand that it does need to be cut, in order to fit into a certain length of time. And even that whole scenes could be dropped and others reduced. In some parts, it would improve the play, because good as it was, there were moments when my eyes were starting to glaze over. Still, it was awfully hard on Grant, having his baby poked and prodded and laid open like that.

And then there was this stupid, stupid thing... see, the whole point of the play is just that it's a comedy, something funny involving some of Grant's beloved characters from other media. But because it's a New Zealand play, it's like, they think there should be some deeper meaning/message/commentary that people are supposed to take away with them. Which is stupid. I like it best as merely a funny play, and sure it lightly touches on animal rights (two of the main characters are a bunny and a hedgehog, for gossakes), and politics (she runs for Prime Minister!*), but, ultimately, it's just a very funny play about a 2' tall evil cute pink bunny who not only makes ambitious plans but gets away with them. But of course that's just too simple for some idiotic literary snobbish pricks.

*This isn't particularly spoilery, since it happened in the comics which have been running for 13 years. In fact, many of the scenes and situations brought up in the play were familiar territory for anyone who's read Brunswick. But at the same time, it's a whole new media and story, like out of some parallel universe or something.

Anyway, I had a good time, and we went out for drinks after... ended up at the Sports Bar where Grant's flatmate's band Uncle Monkey... or was it Monkey's Uncle? Uncle Monkey. Anyway, they were performing. Quite good. They did this Cat Steven's song, and the guy singing sounded JUST like Cat Stevens. It was cool.

"We" being Grant, me, Amy that I met last Saturday, her cousin Daniel, and another friend of Grant's, Bret. It was interesting 'cause I discussed hair straightening with Daniel--he works at Whitcoull's, and he called them out when they said he could wear anything to work, even a dress, and he wears a dress to work... well, he's got quite curly hair and he's growing it out, but they won't let him wear the dress and also have long curly hair. So he's seeking advice concerning straightening his hair.

Bret is a big sci-fi fan, so I talked a lot about that with him, not to mention, he's seen Firefly and Serenity. We were laughing about some fandoms where we've never actually seen/read much of the original material, but through a sort of osmosis of being around fans, picked up a whole lot of information and such. Plus there was the sharing of stuff that I didn't know about, or he didn't know much about, that sort of thing.

Oh, I completely forgot to mention that I met Amy. Um, when I was over at Grant's on Saturday. We drank wine and ate cheese, and Amy came over for a bit. Nice girl, very Fitz-like. She's done some of the vocals for the animated version of Brunswick, including Fitz. After she'd left, I got to see Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time. Very amused. Much love for Tim Curry.

Yarr.

( My Interests Collage! )

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Well! Yesterday was one very long, very cool day.

Got woken up quite early by dad, only, well, it was earlier than necessary but what the hey. I took the time to eat breakfast, anyway. Who knew in the next few hours when I'd next get a decent meal. (Really late, is when...) Anyway, off to some place to grab the flowers, and then dad and Iain dropped me and the flowers off at Suzy's eldest daughter Carla's. The boys then went and did things like fuss over the arrangement of chairs in the church and all that.

As for me... I got to have my hair straigtened, and the ends trimmed even courtesy of Carla the hairstylist. Then Laura, the next oldest daughter, did my nails. It didn't take her very long because my nails are in fairly good condition. Hee. Oh, and through this all we sat around drinking sparkling WHITE wine. Spillage would not be a fiasco. And it wasn't. Anyway, there was a girl over, Hannah, to do make-up but it was easy enough to do my own. The end results were "stunning" according to witnesses.

About 11 or so, I slipped into my (black) dress, did up my (black) fur wrap with a green broach, and put on my (black) shoes...wearing my black and white knee high socks. 'Cause it looked awesome. And I wore the ruby necklace dad gave me for my 21st and a pair of dangly earings with garnets. And when dad finally saw me I asked, "Is this enough colour for you?" because, despite having agreed on the black dress and everything a whole YEAR ago, he wasn't able to visualise how the little bits of colour would be more than adequate in fitting with the theme of things.

So, in the whole whole party of attendants, everyone wore as such: Suzy, the bride, wore a red dress, had a white fur wrap (that she didn't wear down the aisle but was needed in the chilly breezes at the gardens taking pictures) and sparkly whatsit shoes. Dad wore a black tux (long tails at the back, very cool), a red tie.... cowboy hat and possibly cowboy boots. Iain wore a matching tux with a green tie. I stood slightly taller than him in my shoes, hee, and I've already described what I wore.

Carla, Laura, and Rachel--Suzy's girls--wore green dresses...Laura's style was identical to mine, while Rachel and Carla had identical dresses in a strapless style...white fur wraps with broaches like mine, and shoes the same style as mine but goldy/silver instead of black. Savannah, that's Laura's daughter, was in a red dress with a white fur jacket held with a red broach, and shoes in the same style and colour as the girls. She also carried a little bag holding Suzy's glasses and such. Carla's little boy Izayah was in a smart little tux (that he got dirty at the gardens, lol) and he carried the rings. Amarah, only 19 months, was the cutest little thing in her wee red dress and white fur coat.

So we were running a little late trying to get all ready to go to the gardens to take pictures before the wedding. And I was hoping and crossing my fingers that any and all rain would hold the fuck off because my hair, damnit, just got straightened! Anyway, off to the gardens we went.

Well it's a good thing we hit up the Japanese garden first, because it meant we were under shelter when a light rain fell. It stopped, and off to the Chinese garden we went. Yadayadayada...then to the Italian renaissance garden. Iain hadn't actually seen the Indian garden, so he took a wee peek before we hit the Italian garden. That was all well and good, but by then it was 12 something or other and we were hungry. The parentals were taking forever with some set of pictures, and we asked if we were needed or could we bugger off to get some food before the ceremony.

Last thing we needed was a chorus of rumbling tummies from the front of the church in the middle of the wedding. We didn't have time to stop anywhere on the way, but we snuck some food off the afternoon tea tables before we had to go in. And thus...

Music played, everyone stands...the visiting pastor from Suzy's church walked in first, then Iain and me together, followed by Savannah and Izayah, then Carla holding Amarah, followed by Laura, and lastly Rachel. Full minute of music before Dad and Suzy made their entrance together. I think mostly I was interested in the reaction of Eileen when we finally got to the end, 'cause she hadn't seen me all prettied up and was definitely impressed. Big crowd--140-170 or something like that, and there was maybe a handful that I knew so getting reactions from them were the most important. Hee.

The ceremony was good. Enough light moments and not too heavy on the word of God and such... 'cause, nothing against God and all that, but my eyes would have glazed over if one went to far with it. There was this funny story of 'Elain and Roger' while the registry was being signed... Dad and Suzy with Laura and Iain as witnesses--funnily enough both those children are the left handed ones--using MY pen. Hee.

And finally it was all over, and Dad and Suzy...danced down the aisle. It was cool 'cause most the people weren't expecting it. They were surprised, amused, and it brought on applause so hey. Then we followed, stood in a greeting line that took forever... grace was said, the cake cut, and we all dug into the food. Wandered around a fair amount, thankfully no one stood on the back of my dress (a hazard, since it drags on the ground and it happened often enough at the resident's ball last year).

More pictures were taken, including one of me alone showing off my striped stockings. Someone was saying, it was funny when they took the picture of all of us at the alter or whatsit, 'cause we happen to be in very Christmasy colours (it's the middle of winter; it works!) and they even had elf socks thanks to me. Hehe.

I had a headache by the end of it all. Not enough to drink, too much sugar in my system, and I hadn't been wearing my glasses all day. Definitely tired and the headache just made it worse. And then... it was over.

Loaded wedding presents into Rachel's car, she dropped us and the presents off at Dad's while she and Laura and Savannah went home... for all of five minutes Iain and I made an attempt at catalogging what they got and from whom, but it got boring... I did go through all the cards and such, 'cause one thing Suzy and Dad asked for was Farmers vouchers so's they can buy a new fridge. I mean, seriously, they've already got two functional households and don't need a lot of the traditional wedding gifts. Anyway, I added it up... $1040 in Farmers vouchers, $90 in Briscoes, $10 Green Gardens, as well as $105 in cash. PLUS a shit load of other gifts. When I texted that to dad they were speechless... utterly overwhelmed at people's generousity.

And at the end of all this, I ended up going to visit my mate Gino, and we all got indian for tea (chicken tikka masala, mmmm) and went back to watch Extras and some other funny shit. I, apparently, do not exist because I found these GI Joe fake clips funny where most girls think they're just stupid. No, definitely funny. This other girl Evelyn thought so too, but we musn't be true girls or something. Possibly a compliment, or just too good to be true for these poor, sad lads. And Gino confirmed I'm a total geek for having a stick of RAM on a keyring. (I thank shiseiji for getting me that...)

And by midnight I was asleep.

Fin.