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aruanWhich we did, just today.
Or should I say, Orlaaaandooo? Oh, Viggo. You girls kill me. Come on, Miranda, do your impression again!
She's gotta be so sick of us by now.
MegaCon is perhaps the most Diet Coke of conventions I've ever been to. Michael, however, was as handsome and charming as ever. It is entirely possible that his manager was wearing the same shirt he wore to WizardWorld in Chicago. We walked around, admired James the graphic artist, and made ourselves comfortable around the snazzy round-table seating in the back of the chartered shuttle bus. Rock star style, baby.
We killed some time wandering around an outlet mall. Walking arm-in-arm, we passed through Bass shoes, made gushy if slightly lamenting that they weren't men's flower-print pants at XOXO and braided my hair. We were more girly for those forty-five minutes than the year's total.
Ahem. Speaking of rock star style, our next stop was the Hard Rock Cafe at Universal Studios Citywalk. Our waiter, Vegas, was biker-cool and stoned guitarist-enthusiastic, and made Miranda stand on a podium-ledge with her sundae as the entire restaurant screamed Happy Birthday to her. She got the good one, too. We walked and danced and made merry there for a while before heading back home.
And then, we made the mistake of deconstructing the meaning of a pop song. *points at musical selection* Am firmly convinced that it's about a Slayer in a club swarming with vamps picking people off, and she comes in to get her Chosen One duties on in style. It might also have been a very long day.
It's murder on the dancefloor
But you better not kill the groove
There are people dropping out there, but seriously, my ass means business tonight, so don't flee those turntables if you know what's good for you.
DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down
An ill-timed metaphor.
Oh, I know I know I know I know I know I know
About your kind
This spawned the Slayer theory.
And so and so and so and so and so
I'll have to play
Well yeah, where else would the fun be?
If you think you're getting away
I will prove you wrong
I'll take you all the way
Boy, just come along
It sounds a little like she wants to make it good for them. They should (all) be so lucky. Heh.
Hear me when I say
Hey, It's murder on the dance floor
But you better not kill the groove
So long as we have our priorities straight.
It's murder on the dancefloor
But you better not steal the moves
Nobody likes a lemming. Get your own Dance. ;)
*nods* Yes.
Or should I say, Orlaaaandooo? Oh, Viggo. You girls kill me. Come on, Miranda, do your impression again!
She's gotta be so sick of us by now.
MegaCon is perhaps the most Diet Coke of conventions I've ever been to. Michael, however, was as handsome and charming as ever. It is entirely possible that his manager was wearing the same shirt he wore to WizardWorld in Chicago. We walked around, admired James the graphic artist, and made ourselves comfortable around the snazzy round-table seating in the back of the chartered shuttle bus. Rock star style, baby.
We killed some time wandering around an outlet mall. Walking arm-in-arm, we passed through Bass shoes, made gushy if slightly lamenting that they weren't men's flower-print pants at XOXO and braided my hair. We were more girly for those forty-five minutes than the year's total.
Ahem. Speaking of rock star style, our next stop was the Hard Rock Cafe at Universal Studios Citywalk. Our waiter, Vegas, was biker-cool and stoned guitarist-enthusiastic, and made Miranda stand on a podium-ledge with her sundae as the entire restaurant screamed Happy Birthday to her. She got the good one, too. We walked and danced and made merry there for a while before heading back home.
And then, we made the mistake of deconstructing the meaning of a pop song. *points at musical selection* Am firmly convinced that it's about a Slayer in a club swarming with vamps picking people off, and she comes in to get her Chosen One duties on in style. It might also have been a very long day.
It's murder on the dancefloor
But you better not kill the groove
There are people dropping out there, but seriously, my ass means business tonight, so don't flee those turntables if you know what's good for you.
DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down
An ill-timed metaphor.
Oh, I know I know I know I know I know I know
About your kind
This spawned the Slayer theory.
And so and so and so and so and so
I'll have to play
Well yeah, where else would the fun be?
If you think you're getting away
I will prove you wrong
I'll take you all the way
Boy, just come along
It sounds a little like she wants to make it good for them. They should (all) be so lucky. Heh.
Hear me when I say
Hey, It's murder on the dance floor
But you better not kill the groove
So long as we have our priorities straight.
It's murder on the dancefloor
But you better not steal the moves
Nobody likes a lemming. Get your own Dance. ;)
*nods* Yes.
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Date: March 5th, 2003 11:19 am (UTC)And hey, I even tried to convince my parents to make a detour and visit Fairmount, Indiana, just because that's where James Dean grew up (and is buried, I think). Needless to say I did not win that one. lol. So yes, I think I'll definitely look you up if/when I make it to Florida.
As for France and French... well, you know, I'm French, I speak French on a daily basis so it doesn't hold much appeal to me, lol. Though I have to admire anybody who ever took French as a foreign language, because hey, I'm French and I still speak better English than French, so... lol. English is freakishly easy compared to the intricacies of the French language.
But if you ever want to brush up on your French, let me know. Je peux toujours faire un effort et parler Français, pour une fois... lol
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Date: March 5th, 2003 11:36 am (UTC)*Really?* That's the first time anyone's ever said that. All I've heard about in my Linguistics classes and have had demonstrated over and over in Grammar is how rule-breaking and renegade the English language is, that I'm lucky to speak if first-hand (well, technically second-hand, but I speak it much better than my native language of Hungarian now) because otherwise, there'd be no hope of getting it right.
Je peux toujours faire un effort et parler Français, pour une fois...
Is it pathetic that I'm proud of having understood that entire sentence? Much obliged for the offer.
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Date: March 5th, 2003 11:46 am (UTC)Well, sure... English is a rebellious language, and French is very much about rules and such. But the thing is... I have this theory that a language needs to be alive in order to be easy to learn. Meaning, English is a lot more about instincts and such. It's more flexible than French and hence, easier to learn and use. With French, if you don't understand the rules and make sure you know them, you can see your whole meaning anihilated. There's no such thing as understandable pidgin-French, whereas I've always felt that you could go far with only a few basis of English. Pidgin-English is a lovely thing for the language-impaired. French is a tyran.
But that's probably because I'm hopeless when it comes to learning rules and how to apply them and abide by them. Which is why I love English so much. You can bend English very far. English is a lovely limber lover, whereas French seems to me like more of the frigid type. lol.
It all depends on what your ways of assimilating something are. :-)
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Date: March 5th, 2003 12:06 pm (UTC)English is a lovely limber lover, whereas French seems to me like more of the frigid type.
LOL. Now *that* is something I never thought I'd hear. Great analogy though. French *is* pretty good about the rules, with few exceptions, whereas sometimes I'd sit in Language Arts and try to figure out why we even bothered to print textbooks because so much of English was situational, rhetorical tactic-al, and just otherwise whimsical.