xans: Xans (Galactic Peace)
So, the good news is... HE GOT THE JOB! Yay! My darling is now to be manager of the blue store down in Paremata. Of course, this means packing and moving, but... hey. We gotta.

I will have to speak to my manager, try to arrange a transfer to a store down there, preferably starting in the new year. Georgia will not be happy I can't work 'til the end of the year, but even though Alan's official start date is around New Year's, they'd like him to work with the old manager some before that guy finishes. Fair enough. But if I can work out something regarding my outstanding leave so I don't have to start until after New Year's... That will allow me the time off to shimmy up to Hamilton and see mum for even more time than expected. Kitten may have to go into cattery for a time.

Speaking of kitten, damn property listings that say "no pets." I always feel like an ass sending an email saying, "We've got one cat, spayed and house-trained, are you sure that's not okay?" But I also want a nice house and not all the "pets ok" ones are necessarily fantastic.

Spent this morning in the car, not sleeping soundly like I should have to make up for finishing at midnight and being woken by the alarm at seven, but instead I was curled up in a ball crying my heart out. For no apparent reason. Best guess? PMS. It's the only explanation that fits.

Was at the library the other day picking up some Clive Cussler books (hey, I liked the movie Sahara, so give 'em a try, right?) in the hopes for some pleasant light reading. Dirk Pitt cracks me up because he is SUCH a manwhore. Always saving damsels in distress, too. It's very formulaic but entertaining so long as I don't try to get deep with it. It's not deep material. Anyway, while I was there, this row of corkboards caught my attention as I recognized some of the comicwork as that of Jitterati. My old fwb Grant draws them. Reminded me I haven't been keeping up with them at all. Oops.

Anywho... that's life, at the moment. Flat hunting.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Distressed Elf)
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.

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Fin.
xans: Xans (Distressed Elf)
Well, Grant is 33 today. I made him a cake.

And check out this cute evil little pink bunny dancing: her name is Fitz.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Pointy Objects)
Eeee! Junpei! It's been a while. Much, much love for the l33t n1nj4... man I hate using l33t.

In other news, I'm slowly but surely working on the other prompts. I'm kind of hung up on one from [livejournal.com profile] simple__man that's begging to be writ but not being nice and short. But still, will hopefully get them finished in the next few days.

"I'm in a cafe sitting next to a gorgeous woman right now, so if you could just email me, I'll get back to you..."

Excuse me while I preen.

Fin.

Edit: Just discovered I've got 5 more Vox invites to get rid of. So lemme know.

Hyah!

Dec. 31st, 2005 08:46 pm
xans: Xans (zombies)
*smooches f-list*

Have a great New Years all!

*gets happy*

Hee.

Fin.
xans: Xans (prick)
Randomly checking my info page I noticed I'd been added by someone who failed to take note of my simply little request for people friending me (introduce yourself! Give us some common ground!) but I went and had a look...

It is so amazing how people react to being added by a serial adder. Some people get all up in arms. And they have to leave a comment saying as much. Someone has to point out just how the serial adder got all these usernames (in this case, [livejournal.com profile] tinygnoll simply added the first 751--yeah, I know, whiskey tango foxtrot liek whoa--people who have friended [livejournal.com profile] potterpuffs). Someone else has to say, they don't mind being added, oh, isn't this intro post interesting and can't wait to see more... And not to mention all the people agreeing or disagreeing with comments.

Oh, speaking of WTF moments... [livejournal.com profile] juliarchy you'll probably understand this best of all the paris folk... Judah. Fucking Judah found me on myspace. And added me on MSN. So... I talked to him. That was interesting. Surprising. Not unpleasant. Still, a bit WTF considering it's been years since we used to chat.

I am, as you can guess, still alive. I've been, once again, now I'm back to the unemployed state, playing a lot of Dungeon Siege. I swear every time I play a campaign through that I find some hidden or secret cache that I totally missed in previous runs. I still like it though. Plus Matt has got it, [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji has got it, and Matt was heavy on the hinting. Sooo... could be fun.

At the moment, though, am having another RP session with Matt for our WoT campaign. So, forgive me for keeping this short (I know you love superlong entries from me, [livejournal.com profile] diea!).

Fin.
xans: Xans (Legolas)
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So, so tired. Worked at the Christmas tree place. Took a bath and was almost too tired to wash myself. Argh. Will get better. Damnit. Will lose this damn rash on my arms. Ah well. CSI Miami and NCIS later tonight. Whee!

Fin.
xans: Xans (Default)
I can't help it. I love making icons. Batch... well, it's sort of batch #3 but at the same time batch #1 because it's been forever since the original two icon posts of these. Yes... [livejournal.com profile] mikazuki's comics. Surely you've seen them. Or the link to them, on my info page. They're so cute, even the rabid Wolfstar shippers love 'em, yeah?

Okay, los teasers tres:
Victimised Wink Confuzzled

And the rest of them right heah )

The usual: comment, credit [livejournal.com profile] mikazuki for the art, and some credit to me would be nice. :D But most of all, enjoy!

Fin.
xans: Xans (Default)
I made some potterpuff icons, so be sure to credit potterpuffs if you use them. The others are just some cute pics I found when searching for my dragon tattoo. :P Expect a few more posts in the weeks to come.

Puff!Bella and Cissy )

no border no border border

Frogs n fish n things )

Comment, credit, etc. If you want to modify the bases, you can, or ask me and I'll do it.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Psycho Bitch)
Okay, know I totally just updated. But I had to get this off my chest. I like [livejournal.com profile] wizzart. I really do. It's very funny. But the creator? Can't stand her. It's just... this entry. I mean, of course, BNF that she is, has a heapdom of fans, which boosts her ego liek whoa. Calls 'em her bitches even. So when she gets a couple detractors getting a little pissy... she has to lay the smackdown on their asses, and then go running to her fans to laugh about how she totally pwned them? And tell them to also give these girls hell, just not on the personal journals 'cause that's WRONG, yo? No.
Honestly. So, so funny for calling her an H/Hr fan to imply her idiocy. Oh wow. Hil-arrrrr-ious. See me roll on the floor laughing my royal ass off--oh wait, I'm not. And I mean, really, the whole mocking H/Hr shippers is overdone. It's not necessary to set out and prove how right you were with your shipping and shove your beliefs down everyone's throat and laugh at all the poor deluded H/Hr shippers. I mean, no matter how deluded someone was, getting all smug and, "Dude. You were so WRONG! Hahahahahahahaha you fuckin' idiot hahahahahahahah wrong wrong wrong wrong neener neener neener hahahahahahahahahaha dumbass!" is fucking stupid. The wrong people are already feeling like shit, no need to rub it in, yeah?
Got a problem with some dissatisfied folks? Deal with it quietly. That sort of attitude? Not on. I prefer humility in my BNFs. I like to be entertained. But this? Not entertaining at all.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Psycho Bitch)
So, unlike [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji, I don't read and moniter 50 billion webcomics. But I do have a few old faves and new ones, usually picked up either from [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji or [livejournal.com profile] peaseblossom03. So far, lj ones I have are:

-[livejournal.com profile] get_medieval - Imagine if some aliens were on the run from a mob boss, and landed on our planet... during the middle ages. And got stuck there.
-[livejournal.com profile] abe_kroenen - A tale of a love that dare not speak its name. Or something. Abe Sapien, a.k.a. fischboy, and Kroenen, a zombie Nazi. Also featuring Hellboy, Rasputin, Elrond, Arthur Dent, and Miffy the cottonball cat.
-[livejournal.com profile] iharthdarth - Finished, apparently, but there was the suggestion that perhaps there may be the random bonus piece or two. The icon at the end of last post made me 'awww' so hard and even brought a tear to my eye. Still, if you haven't looked at it, there are the archives.
-[livejournal.com profile] wizzart - There's nothing quite like mocking HP and its fandom, and doing it through paint. Ron is such a cutie.
-[livejournal.com profile] potterpuffs - Not, technically, a comic. But still full of funny and cute pictures. And many icons, or the bases with which to make your own icons.
-[livejournal.com profile] mistletoesquest - Well, actually, the comic can be found here, but there's a community so you know when it's been updated, get polls, sometimes see special stuff earlier than other folks. 'S about a woman who suddenly found herself an elf in another world, and is trying to find her way home.

The other webcomics:
-Van Von Hunter - Hunter of Evil ...Stuff.
-Megatokyo - Two gamers get drunk and take a one way trip to Japan, then run out of money before they can get home because Largo keeps spending it on B33R and computer parts, and so they must find jobs and stop buying so much B33R.
-Mac Hall - Dorm life. *was greatly amused*

Also, any opportunity to pimp [livejournal.com profile] mikazuki's Snupin comics (completed). And I used to read Always Tomorrow which is morbid and hilarious, BUT hasn't updated since February. Le sigh.
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And then there's the Memory Meme.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.


Fin.

Edit: Steven Lynch - "If I Were Gay". The video's kinda crappy and the sound not quite right, BUT it does get the message across. *giggles*

Wishlist.

Nov. 1st, 2005 08:35 pm
xans: Xans (Psycho Bitch)
You know the drill. The Christmas Wishlist meme.

Step One: Make a post (Public, Friendslocked, Filtered... Whatever you're comfortable with!) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes; the wishes can be anything at all, from simple & fandom-related ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me",) to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD"), to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV."). The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want. If you wish for real life things (Not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (Or one of his elves) could get in touch with you. Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post (It'll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread.

Step Two: Surf around your friendslist (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part: If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free, do it...

You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not; it's your call! There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just... Wish & it might come true. Give & you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special...

So this year I would love...

1. Some Megatokyo Gear (one, two, or all. :P)

2. Mixed CDs, or another CD case to hold 'em.

3. A new charger and rechargable batteries.

4. ‘…Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers.’ by Louise Rennison

5. My brother to have a great time in Thailand again.

6. Mum and Gary find a good house and get a great offer on theirs.

7. To finish my short story and have it turn out really good.

8. A really nice iced latte on a hot day.

9. Handwritten letters, along with random doodles or pictures.

10. A brazilian.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Psycho Bitch)
Who says you need to go out on the town to have a good time? Oh. My gods. Last night was such a crack up. I was on the computers chatting to Matt and playing Hexic until about ten. I was tired, so I thought I'd go back to the hall. I didn't really expect I'd go to bed and get to sleep--who could sleep when people were bound be loud and everywhere for the next several hours in their inebriated state? So no. I came back to the hall, and joined the people sitting out on the porch. I think at that time it was only Annalise, Victoria, and Liz.
Texting conversations with Liz's ex ensued. For one thing, Liz was texting Anthony. But Annalise was also, anonymously, texting him and giving him hell. We decided to fuck with him a little bit. Liz pretended to have no idea who was harassing Anthony. Annalise was pretending she must have got a wrong number but was going to be rude 'cause he was being rude. But then he decided to be all nice to Annalise so she hit on him just to see how he'd react. It didn't get too out of hand or anything, but it was amusing.
Then we were joined by Sarah G, Donald, Lisita, and Lisita's friend Sarah Gray. Sarah and Lisita were both v. v. drunk. At one point Lisita sat on my feet because she didn't see them resting on the chair. And she sat on Annalise's foot once. She'd keep knocking her chair off the deck and onto the grass when she went to sit down. It's so funny because Lisita gets quite defensive when she's drunk. Always ready to get into a fight if someone says something she takes offense to.
Annalise taught Donald a version of "up a tree" he'd never heard before... "Donald and Sarah up a tree, doing what they shouldn't be." 'Cause.... well, I'm not quite sure what's going on, if anything, with Sarah G and Donald. Maybe it's nothing. And maybe there's something to what Annalise and Victoria seem to be hinting at.
Gods, we talked about so many things. I just ended up laughing so much. Or I chased after Liz. At one point, she went out front of the hall, and she ended up showing off to these guys from Wally D, well, not just her nipple piercing. Oh no, she unded her belt, pulled down her pants, and let them see her clit and labia piercings. *shakes head* And I thought I was shameless. Her only complaint was the fact she hadn't shaved in a while 'cause she hadn't been getting laid, so there was quite the pube growth going on. Lisita's friend also helped me when Liz wanted to throw up, and then she got distracted by eating. *shakes head*
Liz was almost falling asleep on the floor... she was lying down in the door to the common room. I had her in giggles when I came over and started tickling her exposed belly. Then, Sarah Gray tried to help me lift Liz to her feet and possibly get her to bed--and then we nearly tripped over Sarah G who lay down on the floor of the entrance hall right behind us. Liz tried to tickle her. Victoria got pictures on her phone.
And then, for whatever reason, Sarah G handed out two cans of whipped cream. One was vanilla, the other chocolate. *dies* And thus ensued a huge cream fight. She has no idea how, when, or where, but somewhere in there Sarah G got hit on the head quite hard. Remember this. Anyway, I got cream all over my face and on my sweater. I ended up having a bit of a battle with Sarah G which involved putting cream in our hand and then smushing it all over the other person's face. She chased me around with the can of chocolate cream trying to get me back. It was about that time I decided it was time to just retreat totally, and clean up. The sweater went into the laundry box, and I decided to do a bit of late night washing.
Annalise was all tired, so she ended up getting a bit stroppy. She was the first to go to bed so she wouldn't snap and be a total party pooper. It was kind of funny 'cause she got so irritable but knew she couldn't reason with the drunks. Thus, she went to bed.
I was cleaning up, but Sarah G, Liz, and Lisita all were so covered they needed showers to get clean. *laughs* Three drunk girls using the three showers. Two of them musically inclined. Ensue singing, joined by Sarah G, that was really, really fucked up. And then they were just talking. But Sarah G couldn't remember my name. It made me laugh so hard. She suddenly got it into her head that I hit her in the head with cream, which is why she had the bruise. But, my name eluded her. I became "the American girl" (as I've always dreaded. Gah!). Lisita was confused and asked what American girl. "She lives by the kitchen!" was the reply.
I couldn't let that down, so I wrote on the whiteboard, "Sarah G- I am not American! no love, Hana. P.S. I only lived there for 5 years!" Of course there were other things written on the board. Like, "What do you think of cock?" --one of Annalise's txts to Anthony. And Lisita wrote, "I don't drunk." whatever the hell THAT was supposed to mean.
Five of us ended up going over the Bindaloe--OMG could we smell the weed in the corridor between their hall and the dinint hall--and going around on the balcony to their common room. Thankfully James was in there (probably stoned out of his mind as he watched Hellboy)(sidenote: [livejournal.com profile] abe_kroenen is love) and he let us in through a window so we could nick back the PS2. Then we trekked all the way back the way we came (instead of going into the hallway and out the door, oh no). Set up the PS2, put in Love Actually... and then just about everyone went to bed. Sarah Gray and I stayed up to watch Love Actually though. *dies* Love, love, love that movie, and those men!
Kate and Kirsti went to the school uniform party. I love how we can depend on at least one guy from Wally D to end up at a dance wearing a dress. At the ball it was Chunky. This time it was Brad. Kate had brought her whip and had it taken off her because it was a 'weapon.' Apparently some girls scolded the pair of them for what they were wearing--or rather, not wearing. Neither had skirts or pants on. Kate made Kirsti moon us because she has such a fine ass. (she does, really.)
Finally the movie ended, and I went to bed at four in the morning. *grins* Only got seven hours of sleep 'cause Victoria was in the kitchen regalling Sarah G about all the shenanigans in a loud voice at about eleven. So I got up, and gave her hell, and Lisita hell. 'Specially 'bout the fact Lisita had told us that if we told anyone what she did, she'd kill us. They amuse me so, so much.
We're supposed to, pretty much all of us, go out on Saturday night. Ought to be a blast.

Fin.
xans: Xans (R/Hr)
How do you say "Dude!" in medieval French anyway?

Probably a slight, intentional mispronunciation of "sir." Or, y'know, it could easily be an adopted phrase from the time in Arabic lands as well.

Short answer? It's pronounced as "comedy." Since medieval Europeans going "dude!" is funny, after all.

Especially medieval Europeans named William and Theodore, yes. :D

Yes, I'm reading [livejournal.com profile] get_medieval. lmao. And iharthdarth. And wizzart. And when I'm done with this, abe_kroenen. Yes, yes.

If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Igor Stravinsky.

Known as a true son of the new 20th Century, my music started out melodic and folky but slowly got more dissonant and bizzare as I aged. I am a traveler and a neat freak, and very much hated those rotten eggs thrown at me after the premiere of "The Rite of Spring."

Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test




You are happy, driven, and status conscious. You want everyone to know how successful you are. Very logical, you see life as a game of strategy.
A bit of a loner, you prefer to depend on yourself. You always keep your cool and your composure. You are a born leader and business person.



Chocolate makes such a good bribe.

Fin.

Aww, hell.

Jun. 27th, 2005 11:51 pm
xans: Xans (Dave the Laugh)
Because I've never actually pimped it, or not actively so, and why the hell not? It's [livejournal.com profile] peaseblossom03's webcomic, and pretty cool. Plus I was totally rec'cing it to [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji and [livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t.

Read it!

Now I need to do dishes, and hopefully get the heater working again before I freeze. *shivers*

Fin.
xans: Xans (Slytherins Do It Better)
Naughty, naughty Kool-Aid )

Fin.
xans: Xans (Snarksexual Tom)
So, it's wierd that it's Thursday already. This week has flown. I have a mid-semester test next week on Physics. I'm so totally screwed. It's been a nice day, thankfully. I had a horrible night last night as it was absolutely freezing... but I actually understood the stuff in my Chem tutorial, and managed to finish my lab early enough to have something of a lunch before my two lectures. AND I got a chocolate bar in the second lecture when I volunteered to help with the demonstration.
I had to displace three people to get out of my seat, but hey. She even had mars bars on offer and still had a hard time getting the six volunteers. Even without the chocolate to motivate me, I sort of thought I should volunteer. I hate how it's such a huge class and yet she still has a hard time getting a little help for certain demonstrations.
When I got MSN I decided to ask Donald about his sn (Wenn sie e fründ het, isch das e grund, aber kes hindernis! Translation: If she has a guy, it is not a thing to stop you...but a reason), and then got 20 questions from him and the boys with him. Nothing like having them ask me if this guy has a chance with that girl, or my opinions on certain boys. Lucky for them I answered, and honestly too. I do wonder if I'm going to be able to look them in the eyes later...
Over half an hour until dinner--Ooh look there goes Giles--and I'm kinda bored. Maybe I'll proposition Ange to another game of Hexic. *snickers* Asking someone to play Hexic always reminds me of a comic by [livejournal.com profile] miyumiyu that is the reason [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji was on MSN as Let's Hex for a while. We're such perverts. Hehe.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Temptation)


So, presents arrived from Auny Jane and Uncle George, as well as Dad and Iain. Sometimes I wonder if my Aunt and Uncle even know much about me... I mean, the presents are cool, except the g-string. Thongs aren't really my thing. But there was a beaded necklace, and this headband thingy that's, well, kinda cool. Dad got me a t-shirt with a celtic/dragon design going on, woohoo! And Iain got me this teddy bear thing (soooo cool) and a CD case with some movies and a couple music CDs. Let's see... the movies... Donnie Darko, Cowboy Beebop, Bruce Almighty, Old School, Underworld, and the Last Samurai.



Just look at 'im! I think he looks like a Charlie. If I had a dashboard I'd be duct taping him to it, oh yeah. :D
So yeah, mostly been reading Megatokyo, watched a couple videos or movies on TV, and read a book or two. Wish that there was a visible bruise on my back from yesterday...
We have this floating dock at the swimming place. Get it wet enough, and you can slip and slid into the water. The usual way is kneeling, but you can go on your stomach, or your butt. Some talented people slide on their knees to the edge, arch up and dive in. Tried that. Belly flopped. I also tried sliding on my ass. Thing was, when I went off the edge, I leaned back, and hit my back on the edge while falling into the water. Owie. Somewhere in all that I also ripped one of my toenails.
Of course Rhi had her painful moments, too. She also tried to do the slide on knees then dive thing, and belly flopped like I did. Then she tried again. She did dive. Straight down. Really fast. The change in presure at such speed left her dizzy and with water stuck in her ears... I could see she was in pain.
Not that we spent all our time in pain, or sliding off the dock. Swam around, gave her a piggy back ride... Rhi was very commonly saying, "I hate you..." as I pestered her. What can I say, I was in a mischievous mood. (V^^^V)
Having a hard time focusing these days...

Fin.
xans: Xans (Xanthia)
You're right Rhi, not all of it was English )

I was flashed by Rhianna today. Did not expect that. And then she wanted me to check out the scratch on her breast that she got when swimming. I remained steadfastly staring out a window.
Also borrowing her two volumes of MegaTokyo comics. Sure, I've read them online, but this is a nice way to be able to sit up late at night comfy in bed and read said comics. It also doesn't take forever to load. Speaking of comics, RHI!!!!! The link to that one with the Flaming Prince, and the TechnoMage, and all that.
It's late, and I don't know that I'm going to stay up 'til one like I have been. It's that desire to watch Daria. *grins*

Fin.

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