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Oct. 16th, 2004 05:17 amSpent yesterday in a wonderful haze of food and Rake At The Gates Of Hell. Lance! In case I haven't said that often enough in the recent past.
Don't talk to me about pictures without links, people. A whole fandom flips its shit and no one has a single link? Preposterous.
Came into $200. Well, not exactly, as it was the security deposit on my apartment in France, but still! Two hundred bucks out of the clear blue sky. That's pretty cool, especially since the birthday money went strictly to bills and necessary clothing. I'm thinking of getting a bunch of stories bound into a book. How much does that run?
Staci, Miranda, and I saw The Brown Bunny at the Hippodrome last night. Uh, why do I still get to pick our movies? That was essentially indie porn, which is to say, we had a bunch of angsting, shots that went on forever, very little dialogue, a bunch of symbolism, weird music, and about three minutes of anything actually happening at the end. Now, granted it was a good blowjob in many aspects, not the least of which was by virtue of the lead actor's cock alone, but it was not worth the rest of the film.
Yesterday was also Dine Out For Hurricane Relief night at a bunch of local restaurants. Organized by the Florida Restaurant Association, certain restaurants agreed to donate all their profits to a fund for victims, and we did our part at Friday's, wherein Miranda and I ate burgers the size of our heads and we talked way too loudly about the Alligator office, Lost continuing to be Lord of the Flies because of the boar slaying, and a really hilarious bit about organs. The kind in your body. You had to have been there.
( Had my handwriting analyzed. Results with commentary below, candidness abound. )
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walkingshadow wisely decided to drop her Japanese history class, which means we had our first morning of getting ready together, then regaling the bus of waking up writing country songs (me) and waxing rhapsodic about the cold front that necessitated long-sleeved shirts (Miranda), then going to our respective single periods of class. Friday would be so, so easy to skip, but we were good. This time. Which was cool, as we discussed copyright with musical excerpts in Law of Mass Comm, where we first laughed at Prof Alexander for singing along to Ice Ice Baby then were berated by him a few moments later when he noticed we were all singing along under our breaths.
Spent the afternoon in large part downloading LotRips footage, and man, are those boys all in polyamory or what? Then had a brief nap beneath my open window, and what makes cool air smell so divine I haven't a clue, but thank god winter is here at least for today.
Miranda and I both had to change before going out, as there's just no looking at adjacent red and hot pink without offending the better senses. But then there were bounties of Mexican food and characterization discussion and finally, finally Starbucks, even though the Pumpkin Spice Latte ended up being much too sweet for my taste. Ryan, a fellow copy editor at the Alligator, was our cashier and assured that my beloved gingerbread would be here soon enough. After a discussion of Asperger's, a fascinating form of high-functioning autism, M and I went next door to Maude's, where she kicked my ass at Scattergories, but there was honey for our Earl Grey tea and around 50 degrees when we stepped outside and exhaled 'e' adjectives joyously, watching our breath fog up the air in front of us, and it was all good.
[ETA: That Sting likes his hooker songs, eh?]
Don't talk to me about pictures without links, people. A whole fandom flips its shit and no one has a single link? Preposterous.
Came into $200. Well, not exactly, as it was the security deposit on my apartment in France, but still! Two hundred bucks out of the clear blue sky. That's pretty cool, especially since the birthday money went strictly to bills and necessary clothing. I'm thinking of getting a bunch of stories bound into a book. How much does that run?
Staci, Miranda, and I saw The Brown Bunny at the Hippodrome last night. Uh, why do I still get to pick our movies? That was essentially indie porn, which is to say, we had a bunch of angsting, shots that went on forever, very little dialogue, a bunch of symbolism, weird music, and about three minutes of anything actually happening at the end. Now, granted it was a good blowjob in many aspects, not the least of which was by virtue of the lead actor's cock alone, but it was not worth the rest of the film.
Yesterday was also Dine Out For Hurricane Relief night at a bunch of local restaurants. Organized by the Florida Restaurant Association, certain restaurants agreed to donate all their profits to a fund for victims, and we did our part at Friday's, wherein Miranda and I ate burgers the size of our heads and we talked way too loudly about the Alligator office, Lost continuing to be Lord of the Flies because of the boar slaying, and a really hilarious bit about organs. The kind in your body. You had to have been there.
( Had my handwriting analyzed. Results with commentary below, candidness abound. )
walkingshadow wisely decided to drop her Japanese history class, which means we had our first morning of getting ready together, then regaling the bus of waking up writing country songs (me) and waxing rhapsodic about the cold front that necessitated long-sleeved shirts (Miranda), then going to our respective single periods of class. Friday would be so, so easy to skip, but we were good. This time. Which was cool, as we discussed copyright with musical excerpts in Law of Mass Comm, where we first laughed at Prof Alexander for singing along to Ice Ice Baby then were berated by him a few moments later when he noticed we were all singing along under our breaths.Spent the afternoon in large part downloading LotRips footage, and man, are those boys all in polyamory or what? Then had a brief nap beneath my open window, and what makes cool air smell so divine I haven't a clue, but thank god winter is here at least for today.
Miranda and I both had to change before going out, as there's just no looking at adjacent red and hot pink without offending the better senses. But then there were bounties of Mexican food and characterization discussion and finally, finally Starbucks, even though the Pumpkin Spice Latte ended up being much too sweet for my taste. Ryan, a fellow copy editor at the Alligator, was our cashier and assured that my beloved gingerbread would be here soon enough. After a discussion of Asperger's, a fascinating form of high-functioning autism, M and I went next door to Maude's, where she kicked my ass at Scattergories, but there was honey for our Earl Grey tea and around 50 degrees when we stepped outside and exhaled 'e' adjectives joyously, watching our breath fog up the air in front of us, and it was all good.
[ETA: That Sting likes his hooker songs, eh?]
