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Questions Post #8, Poll #2: Emo
And save me from my real life.
Jossverse
Didn't Tim Minear (or David Greenwalt?) explicitly say in an interview that Fred was included in Connor's birth scene to fill out the role of the Virgin Mary? If so, can someone link the interview? Who?
How else is Connor's birth scene like the birth of Christ?
Why is Connor so fucked up?
What are the shower facilities like on Serenity?
Technicalities
Why does semagic close itself automagically so often?
Where on semagic does it tell people's birthdays?
Do you have to have PhotoShop to make cool graphics?
Isn't PhotoShop expensive? Did you all dl it? Isn't that illegal? Does that bother you?
Life
When I interrogated the mirror this morning I found that my hair had built a large but well fortified battlement atop my head, intent on defeating that mighty insurgent, the comb. But HAHAHAHA! The comb played the villainous hair for a fool, foiling its nefarious scheme of mischief and mayhem by not aproaching, instead retreating to the eternal peace of its crowded kingdom, the drawer. Wherefore the miscreant hair reared it's ugly split ends, as in a banner of victory, mocking the cowardly comb with wild abandon and occasional snarling.
Meanwhile, my oft treacherous jeans took the opportunity to sway the allegiance of my much beloved shirt, a shirt which I have lovingly attended with the tender ministrations of a friend and ally, the kind of ally who knows you must be kind to anything you put against your boobs. But alas, that sneaking and insideous zipper, so intent on degenercy and disgrace that it descends, drops, falls, without the least provocation, and despite my better efforts to raise it back up into the light, to Eden and to heaven and the proximity of my naval with a safety pin, that zipper connived with its foul intent to disrobe me by stealing away yet another buttor from my beloved shirt. It became, if you will, a turn-shirt, exposing my vulnerable flesh to the wanton eye.
And then, what should happen but the coffee maker, spying the way my hair had taken to with my scalp, and the way my abdomen was bared of all defenses, judged me but a weak accomplice at best, and issued the poorest, most watery of coffee... an underhanded move--not out and out villainy (decaf) but still, a blow, a crippling blow indeed.
[Poll #704339]
OMG NO I REALLY, REALLY NEED TO KNOW RIGHT NOW:
Anything going on with you? Fic bits you want to share? Stories? Jokes? Adventures in clothing, coffee, and hair? Thoughts about wearing hardware store shirts with other people's names on them? Odes to the dodo bird? Your favorite quote? Words you keep meaning to start using, but don't? Phrases? What you did last summer? How many licks it takes? The meaning of life?
I demand from each of you either one thing very clever, be it prose or verse, original or repeated -- or two things moderately clever -- or three things very dull indeed. And I engage to laugh heartily at them all.
*clings madly to lj*
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Woo! Awesome. I have a very good hairdresser--I just have to get off my lazy behind and go. And also figure out what I want to do with it--I think I might want to brown, but I've got blonde now, and I think if I could do blonde with big chunky lowlights I would be happiest, but I have to convince her of anything involving darker than I have now. Heh--see why I opt for hanging out on the couch anytime this comes up?
At least you don't say "for certain sure."
LOL... very true. Although I do abuse the word "dude" to a ridiculous extent. I don't even mean to most of the time, but it slips out like some people say "um." *headdesk* So much untraining of self to do...
I love it more than life itself (ok, sorta), but I think my body has serious problems with it. As soon as I stopped drinking it cold turkey, I felt much...more relaxed all the time.
I think that might be a big part of my problem; I have headaches and too-tense muscles and all that jazz far too often, and I think it's because of the drastic uptick in caffeine consumption. I'd been doing better there for a while, and that was when I was taking the Nancy Reagan approach to the coffee and soda.
And I always mean to do a special post to wish people happy bday, but then I forget or get delayed and am late...most of all I fear I'll forget someone, and they'll be like, she did a post for every bday but mine!
I'm so bad for that--I'll do one, and not another, or forget some, or just miss them if I'm not on LJ, and I always feel so crappy about it. I think I'm going to be lame and do a "first day of the month happy birthday round-up" thing, like they used to do in my elementary school on the last day of school (so the kids with summer bdays [like me] still got to hear their names on the intercom for non-delinquent purposes).
it's around 25 years old, but it's a freakin' AWESOME shirt.
Oooh--those are the best ones, though. The shirts of inherited awesomeness are forces to be reckoned with; they're also generally the ones that are best for confidence and general positive mood-ness. Did it rip the fabric, or can you stitch it back on?
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I say dude too much too. What's funny is I didn't until around September last year. I just sorta...picked it up when VK said it to me in a dream. Really!
*pets your head and tight muscles* Yeah, it might really be the caffeine.
Heh. Birthday round-up might be good! My birthday was always the first day of school when I was little, so it was always weird. I've done birthday posts for a couple people, but it was kinda random.
Dude, I typoed; this shirt is 35 years old. And yay, it's not ripped; I just have to find the button and sew it back on...I've already done that with three buttons on this shirt, so no big. It's just...ah! Attacking clothes! Run away!
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My hair is naturally blonde in that I was born that way and was that way without help for many, many years; it's gotten darker as I've gotten older (mostly the last 5 years or so), though, and I kinda sorta helped it along when I dyed in chocolate brown and then black in the last couple of years. It's back to blonde now, though, but I'm thinking I'm going to go for the streaky chocolatey lowlights--I'm thinking season 6 post-existential-crisis-hair-chopping Buffy streaky lowlights. My hair's weakly naturally curly that ends up wavy, and I tend to blowdry it straight, so the streaks should show up pretty well, I think. (Incidentally, your hair sounds very cute--I love that style of highlight in curly hair. It's a very striking effect.)
I say dude too much too. What's funny is I didn't until around September last year. I just sorta...picked it up when VK said it to me in a dream. Really!
Heeee! I don't even know when I started saying it... I wish I could say I had a cool reason. I didn't even realize I said it as much as I do until one of the travel agents I talk to a lot for work started snickering one day and I made her tell me why. I guess "dude" in a southern twang is unexpected enough to be amusing.
Attacking clothes! Run away!
LOL--run away indeed. The day the clothing becomes sentient, we're all kinds of screwed. Attacking pants can eat you starting with your bottom, you know. They are to be feared.
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I was born blonde, but when I was about 10 it started to darken. Now my hair is almost black! I like Buffy's S6 hair. Well, actually, I always like Buffy's hair. I'm like Spike and Angel that way. Do it!
Now I'm thinking about attacking pants eating my...well, it might not be all bad.