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la_belle_laideI am using this icon because it's Cloud Strife's birthday. Okay, yes, I know, I should be ashamed to know that. But I am not. I am a FANGIRL. See my well-worn copy of FFVII. You just can't find that out there anymore! CHOKE ON IT!
Wow, I have a lot of catching up to do, and a lot more pics to share.
On Thursday, we walked to the beach. "We" was my Ma, Chrissie, Boychild, Celia (her sister, my cousin,) and her two youngest kids Mimi and Zack.
Beautiful sunset, ridiculously cute kids, and great pics, if I do say so myself:
Mom and Celia:
Chris and Boychild:
Chrissie with all the kids:
Zacky:
Mimi:
The Boychild:
The sky:
On the way home, Celia and Mom and I sang the theme to WKRP in Cincinatti, like really, really loud. Then Celia and I sang Stone Temple Pilots "Plush" and wondered why we had never wondered wtf the lyrics were about before. Then Zacky grabbed my hand and he wanted to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, which we did. We found some footprints from road paint which went in a circle and disappeared. Zack was convinced it was "The Jolly Mean Giant" who was going to come and scare him that night, but I tried to tell him it was a nice angel wh had flown away. Then we were stopped by my neighbor's husky, Fire, who was running around trailing his leash. He jumped on and licked all the kids before the neighbor came to get him. Then he let all the kids pet him. When they left, Mimi said to me, "THAT MAN LICKED ME!"
"Err, dog," I told her. The last thing you want is a kid telling random people that a man had licked her.
We went back to Chrissie's house where Zack and Mimi didn't want us to leave, and Zack said to me, "Umm, umm, umm...
...
...
...
Iloveyou!!"
That was Thursday. I had hoped to take her oldest boy, Brando, to Kung Fu with me tomorrow, but I haven't heard from her, so I'm not sure.
In other news, I said goodbye to my beloved birdies on Sunday. The three bluejays (including, of course, the super friendly one,) and the TITMOUSE (whose name is Tifa,) are all going to live with my friend Laura until release.
I spoke to Bluejay and I told him, "This is where our ways part for now. You've been a good friend, and thanks for spending the summer with me." Then I said fare thee well to Tifa the TITMOUSE.
I think I'm keeping the neurological robin (Dana,) till the end. She keeps getting worse. She can't keep her head still and she will never fly. But she does eat on her own, and she bathes and preens and sings. I think she's going blind in her left eye which makes me think she's got a brain tumor. I might experiment with some different remedies and see if anything works. She's a sweet thing. You never know.
Dude, man, so today I just saw Tropic Thunder. It was as hilarious as I'd heard it would be. Ben Stiller has this way of making comedies that are so satirical that their truths make me feel embarrassed for the people he's satirizing. I mean, the satire is so right on the mark that you're just like, "Ohhh. Ouch." There were parts where I totally LOLed.
Aside from the movie, here are some things I'd like to add.
So, I need to find me a guy with eyes like RDJ. I'm not talking about the silly blue contacts, but I mean the whole dark, dramatic look thing. Eyes like that make me want to hit it with the fist of an angry god.
The best parts of the movie were his random one-or-two liners that made everyone else go O_o.
"Satan's Alley" needs to be a real movie. ;)
Why are movie theaters so cold? I swear my nips are gonna hit the screen.
Moving on.
So okay, here's a weird thing. I'm putting this on the table, okay, I wouldn't mind some opinions. It's weird; bear with me. Here we go.
I might have mentioned that I've been seeing the same set of letters on license plates everywhere, and they spell out the publishing company to which i just sent my manuscript. Oddly, since I sent that bitch out, I have not seen that name on any license plates. But, it has been replaced with another word, and this one disturbs me. Everywhere I go, everytime I go out, without fail, at least twice in one trip, I see EGG on a license plate. Everywhere. EGG. Constantly. No more publishing company. (Which was odd enough in itself; there are, as far as I know, a handful of three letter publishing companies, but I only kept seeing this one. And believe me, I looked for the others.)
So EGG has been following me around, or actually I have been following it, since I always seem to be behind it. And in the last week another funny thing has happened, and I didn't really pay much attention to it because it's just a fannish thing. A few times I've seen plates with the letters as follows: CGB. CGB Spender was Cigarette Smoking Man's initials on X Files. He was played by William B Davis.
Today in the parking lot, I parked behind an EGG license plate. On my way home, I was behind this dude in a truck. His vanity plate read DAVIS. I thought that was kinda funny. We both turned onto the same road an dhe pulled over to the right lane and pointed out his window like he was trying to indicate something. He was pointing to the car that had been in front of him but was now in front of me, a maroon mini van. The dude was probably not pointing out the minivan to me, but it sure seemed like enough of a weird occurrence that I was curious.
Willing to follow the White Rabbit to a point, I shrugged and pulled up behind the maroon minivan. I have to tell you that even I was surprised to see that its license plate read "EGG."
Man, wtf. WTF? WTMFF?
Now I know that there is some kind of mental disorder where you see signs and connections in everything. I realize that this is a form of OCD and I know i have OCD. you you gotta admit that's kind of weird and might make anyone spit-take. Right?
Help me out with this!
Wow, I have a lot of catching up to do, and a lot more pics to share.
On Thursday, we walked to the beach. "We" was my Ma, Chrissie, Boychild, Celia (her sister, my cousin,) and her two youngest kids Mimi and Zack.
Beautiful sunset, ridiculously cute kids, and great pics, if I do say so myself:
Mom and Celia:
Chris and Boychild:
Chrissie with all the kids:
Zacky:
Mimi:
The Boychild:
The sky:
On the way home, Celia and Mom and I sang the theme to WKRP in Cincinatti, like really, really loud. Then Celia and I sang Stone Temple Pilots "Plush" and wondered why we had never wondered wtf the lyrics were about before. Then Zacky grabbed my hand and he wanted to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, which we did. We found some footprints from road paint which went in a circle and disappeared. Zack was convinced it was "The Jolly Mean Giant" who was going to come and scare him that night, but I tried to tell him it was a nice angel wh had flown away. Then we were stopped by my neighbor's husky, Fire, who was running around trailing his leash. He jumped on and licked all the kids before the neighbor came to get him. Then he let all the kids pet him. When they left, Mimi said to me, "THAT MAN LICKED ME!"
"Err, dog," I told her. The last thing you want is a kid telling random people that a man had licked her.
We went back to Chrissie's house where Zack and Mimi didn't want us to leave, and Zack said to me, "Umm, umm, umm...
...
...
...
Iloveyou!!"
That was Thursday. I had hoped to take her oldest boy, Brando, to Kung Fu with me tomorrow, but I haven't heard from her, so I'm not sure.
In other news, I said goodbye to my beloved birdies on Sunday. The three bluejays (including, of course, the super friendly one,) and the TITMOUSE (whose name is Tifa,) are all going to live with my friend Laura until release.
I spoke to Bluejay and I told him, "This is where our ways part for now. You've been a good friend, and thanks for spending the summer with me." Then I said fare thee well to Tifa the TITMOUSE.
I think I'm keeping the neurological robin (Dana,) till the end. She keeps getting worse. She can't keep her head still and she will never fly. But she does eat on her own, and she bathes and preens and sings. I think she's going blind in her left eye which makes me think she's got a brain tumor. I might experiment with some different remedies and see if anything works. She's a sweet thing. You never know.
Dude, man, so today I just saw Tropic Thunder. It was as hilarious as I'd heard it would be. Ben Stiller has this way of making comedies that are so satirical that their truths make me feel embarrassed for the people he's satirizing. I mean, the satire is so right on the mark that you're just like, "Ohhh. Ouch." There were parts where I totally LOLed.
Aside from the movie, here are some things I'd like to add.
So, I need to find me a guy with eyes like RDJ. I'm not talking about the silly blue contacts, but I mean the whole dark, dramatic look thing. Eyes like that make me want to hit it with the fist of an angry god.
The best parts of the movie were his random one-or-two liners that made everyone else go O_o.
"Satan's Alley" needs to be a real movie. ;)
Why are movie theaters so cold? I swear my nips are gonna hit the screen.
Moving on.
So okay, here's a weird thing. I'm putting this on the table, okay, I wouldn't mind some opinions. It's weird; bear with me. Here we go.
I might have mentioned that I've been seeing the same set of letters on license plates everywhere, and they spell out the publishing company to which i just sent my manuscript. Oddly, since I sent that bitch out, I have not seen that name on any license plates. But, it has been replaced with another word, and this one disturbs me. Everywhere I go, everytime I go out, without fail, at least twice in one trip, I see EGG on a license plate. Everywhere. EGG. Constantly. No more publishing company. (Which was odd enough in itself; there are, as far as I know, a handful of three letter publishing companies, but I only kept seeing this one. And believe me, I looked for the others.)
So EGG has been following me around, or actually I have been following it, since I always seem to be behind it. And in the last week another funny thing has happened, and I didn't really pay much attention to it because it's just a fannish thing. A few times I've seen plates with the letters as follows: CGB. CGB Spender was Cigarette Smoking Man's initials on X Files. He was played by William B Davis.
Today in the parking lot, I parked behind an EGG license plate. On my way home, I was behind this dude in a truck. His vanity plate read DAVIS. I thought that was kinda funny. We both turned onto the same road an dhe pulled over to the right lane and pointed out his window like he was trying to indicate something. He was pointing to the car that had been in front of him but was now in front of me, a maroon mini van. The dude was probably not pointing out the minivan to me, but it sure seemed like enough of a weird occurrence that I was curious.
Willing to follow the White Rabbit to a point, I shrugged and pulled up behind the maroon minivan. I have to tell you that even I was surprised to see that its license plate read "EGG."
Man, wtf. WTF? WTMFF?
Now I know that there is some kind of mental disorder where you see signs and connections in everything. I realize that this is a form of OCD and I know i have OCD. you you gotta admit that's kind of weird and might make anyone spit-take. Right?
Help me out with this!
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Date: 2008-08-20 12:37 am (UTC)But, because i'm a cad, i am commenting largely because this:
Eyes like that make me want to hit it with the fist of an angry god.
...made me LOL, in actuality so hard that my neighbors must think i'm a loon because they all know i live alone.
And then this:
Why are movie theaters so cold? I swear my nips are gonna hit the screen.
...made me spew my bourbon peach tea. Oh, <3 for the crass hilarity, big <3.
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Date: 2008-08-20 12:41 am (UTC)I have to tell you, I pee the floor a little every time I make you LOL 'cause like, you are the LOLiest person I've ever read and I totally steal your wit and use your phrases in real life.
And OMG, bourbon peach tea makes me want. There is a peach motif in my life now. I am going to bake peach pie and feed it to my friends on Saturday. It's all about the peaches lately. :D
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Date: 2008-08-20 12:48 am (UTC)And, a.) thank you, i like to think i can turn a phrase now and then, but b.) i am TOTALLY deploying the fist of an angry god, next time i see someone bangworthy.
The bourbon peach tea was an ACCIDENT, no less. I had a houseguest, she and i drank all the beer, all i had was Makers Mark and a giant pitcher of peach tea and we weren't in the mood for straight bourbon. Come to find out, it is the nectar of the gods. Probably the same gods that get angry and wield Fists of Humping, in fact.
Also please note: i am very sad i did not make it out to Lon Guyland while in NYC this summer to visit you, and you know, meet each other IRL and all that. Next summer! I will be more of an angry god-fist about insisting on at least one long weekend for that express purpose.
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Date: 2008-08-20 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-20 02:41 am (UTC)Seriously, I am trying to think of it in terms of like, yeah, like you said, something getting ready to start anew, or to begin for the first time or a new cycle or SOMEthing, and not like, "Hurry up and get knocked up because you have one EGG left" or something. O_o
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Date: 2008-08-20 01:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-20 02:41 am (UTC)