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06 August, 2010
05 August, 2010
From Twitter 08-04-2010
Must. Stay. Awake ...Zzzzzzz.
I have ordered enough body lotion to make a small army smell very good.
I should have enough to last me through the Zombie Apocalypse and beyond.
@piledhighcurls Ours is pretty high too. I'm quite literally melting.
@ash0283 That you have to come back to Vancouver? Yes. Yes, it is.
Gah. I look *terrible* in those Facebook photos.
@liliofthevaley Stadium? It's right by the theatre.
@liliofthevaley Depends on how vital it is to the plot. I just look at them and go "ARE MY BOOBS ACTUALLY THAT HUGE? ACK! BEACHED WHALE!"
@liliofthevaley Hee!! I *totally* forgot about that. <3
Maybe it's just a particularly bad angle. Still, do you speak whale? *makes whale noises*
Still, I think I know what I'll be doing once everyone leaves. At least then I can be a muscular whale.
And hatchet-throwing!
@piledhighcurls Actually, you're my muscle-inspiration. I might not be coordinated enough to do karate, but I can still work out...ish.
@windandthestars No, of course not. Neither am I---zzz.
@piledhighcurls Oh, you are *so*. I can spin in a circle in the middle of a large room and end up hitting an arm into a wall.
@windandthestars I KNOW, RIGHT? :D :D
@starstonight You know there's a new @amandatapping interview when Twitter breaks. :D
WOO, untagged that photo of me. For all anyone knows, it's just a stand-in who *looks* like me.
Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiion King.
*squishes @windandthestars until she can be squished no more*
...also, strange inclination to start making beaded jewelery.
@windandthestars HI DAMIAN! :D :D ...I mean, nothing.
RT @NikolaTeslaBot: We are all one.
RT @wegiveadamn: #Prop8 ruled UNCONSTITUTIONAL! Damn good day for equality! Thanks @AmerEqualRights.
For the last time, stop wafting garlic bread. Also, *no*, I don't want to follow Lady GaGa. ...or *do* I?
Almost time for JAG with @windandthestars. And salmon for dinner.
*stares transfixed at @windandthestars' photos of the Amanda and Christ #TSE panel*
Damn it, not Christ. CHRIS.
"Why is Amanda wiggling?" -- @windandthestars.
Well, *finally* someone is being arrested for stealing the tiger and the camels in Quebec.
...I'm on July 7th, news-wise, if you can't tell.
JAG, laundry, and dinner that is taking way too long to cook.
And it is hot in here. Blech.
Okay, it *is* a bit hard not to be paranoid when people you didn't think you'd offended suddenly stop following you.
Not that they can see this tweet, since they stopped following.
So, um, yeah, go ahead and unfollow me, I guess.
Okay, Twitter is just beginning to depress me.
I think it might be time for the smallest hiatus.
You know where I am if you want me.
I believe the correct term is, fuck it.
I have ordered enough body lotion to make a small army smell very good.
I should have enough to last me through the Zombie Apocalypse and beyond.
@piledhighcurls Ours is pretty high too. I'm quite literally melting.
@ash0283 That you have to come back to Vancouver? Yes. Yes, it is.
Gah. I look *terrible* in those Facebook photos.
@liliofthevaley Stadium? It's right by the theatre.
@liliofthevaley Depends on how vital it is to the plot. I just look at them and go "ARE MY BOOBS ACTUALLY THAT HUGE? ACK! BEACHED WHALE!"
@liliofthevaley Hee!! I *totally* forgot about that. <3
Maybe it's just a particularly bad angle. Still, do you speak whale? *makes whale noises*
Still, I think I know what I'll be doing once everyone leaves. At least then I can be a muscular whale.
And hatchet-throwing!
@piledhighcurls Actually, you're my muscle-inspiration. I might not be coordinated enough to do karate, but I can still work out...ish.
@windandthestars No, of course not. Neither am I---zzz.
@piledhighcurls Oh, you are *so*. I can spin in a circle in the middle of a large room and end up hitting an arm into a wall.
@windandthestars I KNOW, RIGHT? :D :D
@starstonight You know there's a new @amandatapping interview when Twitter breaks. :D
WOO, untagged that photo of me. For all anyone knows, it's just a stand-in who *looks* like me.
Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiion King.
*squishes @windandthestars until she can be squished no more*
...also, strange inclination to start making beaded jewelery.
@windandthestars HI DAMIAN! :D :D ...I mean, nothing.
RT @NikolaTeslaBot: We are all one.
RT @wegiveadamn: #Prop8 ruled UNCONSTITUTIONAL! Damn good day for equality! Thanks @AmerEqualRights.
For the last time, stop wafting garlic bread. Also, *no*, I don't want to follow Lady GaGa. ...or *do* I?
Almost time for JAG with @windandthestars. And salmon for dinner.
*stares transfixed at @windandthestars' photos of the Amanda and Christ #TSE panel*
Damn it, not Christ. CHRIS.
"Why is Amanda wiggling?" -- @windandthestars.
Well, *finally* someone is being arrested for stealing the tiger and the camels in Quebec.
...I'm on July 7th, news-wise, if you can't tell.
JAG, laundry, and dinner that is taking way too long to cook.
And it is hot in here. Blech.
Okay, it *is* a bit hard not to be paranoid when people you didn't think you'd offended suddenly stop following you.
Not that they can see this tweet, since they stopped following.
So, um, yeah, go ahead and unfollow me, I guess.
Okay, Twitter is just beginning to depress me.
I think it might be time for the smallest hiatus.
You know where I am if you want me.
I believe the correct term is, fuck it.
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19 July, 2010
That 30 Days of TV thing: Day 004
Day 004: Your Favourite Show Ever
Of course, because I could ever pick only one. Actually, I really can't. I mean, there's my favourite show I could watch over and over, that got me through university, my favourite show that hurled my emotions around for years, but in the endit doesn't even matter will always be what brought me to fandom, and my favourite show that's like a warm blanket to curl up under on a bad day.
Part One: It Got Me Through University
Stargate SG-1!
This baby got me through some extraordinarily tough times during university, during my first real job, and during the epic whirlwind that has been my life for the past 6 years.
I came to this show on a Saturday night, and my first episode was Nemesis. This explains my inexplicable love for Thor, my "Dude, the internet was right, the blonde lady and the older guy *do* have chemistry," and my actual love of Replicators as an enemy. No, really.
Lucky for me, the next weekend was Easter weekend, and Space was having a Viewer's Choice Good Friday SG-1 Marathon. I quite literally parked myself in front of the TV in the living room for 10 hours. Or tried to, but my mom wanted to vacuum, and I had to switch rooms. That day introduced me to such fine episodes as Divide & Conquer, Window of Opportunity, Small Victories, and 2010, leading me to believe that Space's "viewers" at the time were made up entirely of Sam/Jack 'shippers.
I've laughed, I've cried, I've dropped an entire plate of dinner onto the floor because Sam and Jack were making eyes at each other, and I've scared half of the residence hall I lived in in 2005 into never talking to me again, entirely due to my loud reactions the day I watched Threads.
Although I like Cam and Vala, I never really got behind Seasons 9 and 10, and to this day, I could not tell you how the whole Ori thing ever ended.
For me, the show ended the day they gave it an end - Moebius.
Part Two: Emotion-Hurly, But Ultimately Got Me Into Fandom
CSI!
CSI started off as a show my parents watched. The first episode I ever watched, Scuba Doobie-Doo, had bugs in it, and I was squeamish about such things at the time, so asked my mom to change the channel. She didn't. And that's how I watched CSI for 7 seasons, learned to eat dinner while watching grody death bits, cried, cried more, discovered friends on the internet, cried, practiced my terrible Grissomlike one-liners, and screamed so loud at the end of Season 6, that there are likely people who were also staying at that hotel in Colorado Springs that May, that could still tell you about that loon 4 rooms over with the TV and the screaming at the end of CSI.
Part Three: My Warm Blanket
[I could *not* for the life of me, find a good picture. I nearly went with an actual red dwarf star, when I decided that if you really wanted to see them, you could look them up.]
Red Dwarf!
Not the epitome of top-notch science-fiction, not the most top-notch of actors, and a lot of its humour is lost on people who didn't grow up watching British TV, whether via BBC, or your local public television affiliate. That said, I can quote 7 of the 8 series backwards and forwards, I *still* laugh at jokes I've laughed at hundreds of times, and it's a show with no angst, that I can watch when I've had a bad day. Win.
Of course, because I could ever pick only one. Actually, I really can't. I mean, there's my favourite show I could watch over and over, that got me through university, my favourite show that hurled my emotions around for years, but in the end
Part One: It Got Me Through University
Stargate SG-1!
This baby got me through some extraordinarily tough times during university, during my first real job, and during the epic whirlwind that has been my life for the past 6 years.
I came to this show on a Saturday night, and my first episode was Nemesis. This explains my inexplicable love for Thor, my "Dude, the internet was right, the blonde lady and the older guy *do* have chemistry," and my actual love of Replicators as an enemy. No, really.
Lucky for me, the next weekend was Easter weekend, and Space was having a Viewer's Choice Good Friday SG-1 Marathon. I quite literally parked myself in front of the TV in the living room for 10 hours. Or tried to, but my mom wanted to vacuum, and I had to switch rooms. That day introduced me to such fine episodes as Divide & Conquer, Window of Opportunity, Small Victories, and 2010, leading me to believe that Space's "viewers" at the time were made up entirely of Sam/Jack 'shippers.
I've laughed, I've cried, I've dropped an entire plate of dinner onto the floor because Sam and Jack were making eyes at each other, and I've scared half of the residence hall I lived in in 2005 into never talking to me again, entirely due to my loud reactions the day I watched Threads.
Although I like Cam and Vala, I never really got behind Seasons 9 and 10, and to this day, I could not tell you how the whole Ori thing ever ended.
For me, the show ended the day they gave it an end - Moebius.
Part Two: Emotion-Hurly, But Ultimately Got Me Into Fandom
CSI!
CSI started off as a show my parents watched. The first episode I ever watched, Scuba Doobie-Doo, had bugs in it, and I was squeamish about such things at the time, so asked my mom to change the channel. She didn't. And that's how I watched CSI for 7 seasons, learned to eat dinner while watching grody death bits, cried, cried more, discovered friends on the internet, cried, practiced my terrible Grissomlike one-liners, and screamed so loud at the end of Season 6, that there are likely people who were also staying at that hotel in Colorado Springs that May, that could still tell you about that loon 4 rooms over with the TV and the screaming at the end of CSI.
Part Three: My Warm Blanket
[I could *not* for the life of me, find a good picture. I nearly went with an actual red dwarf star, when I decided that if you really wanted to see them, you could look them up.]
Red Dwarf!
Not the epitome of top-notch science-fiction, not the most top-notch of actors, and a lot of its humour is lost on people who didn't grow up watching British TV, whether via BBC, or your local public television affiliate. That said, I can quote 7 of the 8 series backwards and forwards, I *still* laugh at jokes I've laughed at hundreds of times, and it's a show with no angst, that I can watch when I've had a bad day. Win.
15 June, 2010
That 30 Days of TV thing: Day 003
Since Lie To Me is in its second season, and that's pretty much the newest show I've watched, I've decided to ignore the actual Day 3 and make up my own. Which makes me wonder how much of this meme will be intact by Day 30, and how much I will have just jettisoned in favour of making up my own categories.
Day 003: Your Favourite New Show (That You Started Watching This Year, But Actually Stopped Airing 8 Years Ago Or So, And You Were Mildly Bitter About Because They Stopped Filming It In Vancouver Because David Duchovny Complains Too Much)
Do you really need help guessing this one? I mean, really? Anyone who has read my LJ long enough has heard what I've said about David Duchovny. Except maybe that I once saw him at a restaurant in Downtown Vancouver, when I was out with my siblings, he had really ugly running shoes, and that I actually *love* that song by Bree Sharp.
Oh. Right. Sorry.
The X-Files!
This show holds such a special place in my heart, because I remember when my brother and sister used to watch it together every week. Considering that I was 8 when the series started, it didn't hold a lot of interest for me then. Or it was too scary. Possibly both.
However, there are more of you on my f'list than I can count that love(d) X-Files. And when you all reminisce, it makes me think I missed something great. But it is clearly never too late to join a fandom, so here I am, in 2010, starting my great X-Files journey.
Also, even though I barely watched it during its run, I knew Mulder and Scully, I recognized the theme music (which even now, brings the nostalgia and happy, froofy memories of when I was younger), and Gillian Anderson was my very first crush. Awww.
14 June, 2010
That 30 Days of TV thing: Day 002
Day 002: A Show You Wish More People Were Watching
Well, it doesn't take three guesses to figure out what I'm choosing for this one!
LIE TO ME!
This show has it all: the dizzying highs, the terrifying lows, the creamy middles.
What I really mean is, the stories are intriguing, the characters are neat and fleshy, and the...colours are vibrant?
It's about deception experts, and microexpressions, and although the science is slightly dubious, it does carry some basis in fact, and the day we learned about microexpressions in Forensic Psych was and still is my favourite day of any class ever. Win.
And everybody is so shiny and pretty to look at!
...yeah, I'm sure this is convincing you that you want to see this show, but it really is an easy watch. It's on Monday nights on FOX at, um, you'll probably need to look into that. 8? 9? I don't know, the first time I saw it, it was after an episode of House, and I don't even know when that's on anymore.
Well, it doesn't take three guesses to figure out what I'm choosing for this one!
LIE TO ME!
This show has it all: the dizzying highs, the terrifying lows, the creamy middles.
What I really mean is, the stories are intriguing, the characters are neat and fleshy, and the...colours are vibrant?
It's about deception experts, and microexpressions, and although the science is slightly dubious, it does carry some basis in fact, and the day we learned about microexpressions in Forensic Psych was and still is my favourite day of any class ever. Win.
And everybody is so shiny and pretty to look at!
...yeah, I'm sure this is convincing you that you want to see this show, but it really is an easy watch. It's on Monday nights on FOX at, um, you'll probably need to look into that. 8? 9? I don't know, the first time I saw it, it was after an episode of House, and I don't even know when that's on anymore.
12 June, 2010
That 30 Days of TV thing: Day 001
Day 001: A Show That Should Never Have Been Cancelled
Hmm. I'm trying to think of a show that I watched that I was devastated when it was cancelled, but the only one I can think of that I was actually watching when it was cancelled was Veronica Mars, and its third season was kind of...weak.
So, I'm changing today up. Instead of a show that should never have been cancelled, I'm going with a show that should have been taken out behind the barn and shot at least 4 seasons before the end of its run.
Day 001: A Show That Should Never Have Been Cancelled
Day 001: A Show That Should Have Been Taken Out Behind The Barn And Shot At Least 4 Seasons Before The End of Its Run
There are so, so many of these, but of them all, I'm going with...
ER!
Don't get me wrong. I loved ER to pieces, but they should really have ended sometime around Season 9. Because Season 10? Was ridiculous.
Look, I'm very glad Carter wanted to go to the Congo. That's very noble. How much did we really have to devote to Thandie Newton? I mean, beautiful woman, great actress, but *not* the reason I'm watching ER.
Squishing Romano with the helicopter. Go on, ER, you can make it all the way over the shark. Just a liiiiitttle higher.
Killing off Sandy. Oh, for fuck's sake. She made Kerry happy. They had a son together. You and me, ER? We're not on speaking terms anymore.
All the new nurses/doctorlings. I Just. Didn't. Care. Except for Neela. She was awesome.
ER always put the drama in drama. No one was ever allowed to be happy, and if I really wanted that kind of crap, I'd have watched Grey's Anatomy. Which I did, for a few episodes. I'm still easing out pieces of tension headache.
So, in conclusion, I loved ER, but I would gladly have ended it after 9 seasons.
Hmm. I'm trying to think of a show that I watched that I was devastated when it was cancelled, but the only one I can think of that I was actually watching when it was cancelled was Veronica Mars, and its third season was kind of...weak.
So, I'm changing today up. Instead of a show that should never have been cancelled, I'm going with a show that should have been taken out behind the barn and shot at least 4 seasons before the end of its run.
Day 001: A Show That Should Have Been Taken Out Behind The Barn And Shot At Least 4 Seasons Before The End of Its Run
There are so, so many of these, but of them all, I'm going with...
ER!
Don't get me wrong. I loved ER to pieces, but they should really have ended sometime around Season 9. Because Season 10? Was ridiculous.
Look, I'm very glad Carter wanted to go to the Congo. That's very noble. How much did we really have to devote to Thandie Newton? I mean, beautiful woman, great actress, but *not* the reason I'm watching ER.
Squishing Romano with the helicopter. Go on, ER, you can make it all the way over the shark. Just a liiiiitttle higher.
Killing off Sandy. Oh, for fuck's sake. She made Kerry happy. They had a son together. You and me, ER? We're not on speaking terms anymore.
All the new nurses/doctorlings. I Just. Didn't. Care. Except for Neela. She was awesome.
ER always put the drama in drama. No one was ever allowed to be happy, and if I really wanted that kind of crap, I'd have watched Grey's Anatomy. Which I did, for a few episodes. I'm still easing out pieces of tension headache.
So, in conclusion, I loved ER, but I would gladly have ended it after 9 seasons.
31 May, 2010
Water level--Oh my God, everybody out, it's sink or swim.
I have perfectly rational fears: spiders, bees, moths mating with my marshmallows, being eaten alive by just about anything...
Then, I have a few irrational fears: fear of abandonment, claustrophobia in giant rooms with a lot of people, our really old vacuum cleaner that we don't actually have anymore, but was loud, and had a light on the head, and was generally a product of the 80s.
Then, there's the downright silly ones, that no one else in the world is afraid of, and hiding in the bathtub is not going to save me from them, no matter how hard I hide. These would be things like, a fear of black toilet seats (I don't know, this goes all the way back to when I was a kid - perhaps I was once eaten by one?), a fear of overflowing toilets (way to go, plumber's granddaughter, I bet you're making him real proud up there), a fear of the decorative pieces on the arms of our old couch, because they looked like tongues and I used to run screaming from the room if one came unstapled, and, you know, general fear of basements. Especially dark ones.
I bring this up, because one of our toilets got clogged today, and the water level was rising, and my voice was getting higher and higher in pitch as I told this to Ruy, and he told me I had to fix it myself. So, I did. But I stayed planted firmly in the bathtub while doing so.
Also, great tip for a clogged toilet? Pour a pail of water into said toilet very quickly. In a lot of cases, everything just goes right down. Which is great, because I don't think we own a plunger.
Then, I have a few irrational fears: fear of abandonment, claustrophobia in giant rooms with a lot of people, our really old vacuum cleaner that we don't actually have anymore, but was loud, and had a light on the head, and was generally a product of the 80s.
Then, there's the downright silly ones, that no one else in the world is afraid of, and hiding in the bathtub is not going to save me from them, no matter how hard I hide. These would be things like, a fear of black toilet seats (I don't know, this goes all the way back to when I was a kid - perhaps I was once eaten by one?), a fear of overflowing toilets (way to go, plumber's granddaughter, I bet you're making him real proud up there), a fear of the decorative pieces on the arms of our old couch, because they looked like tongues and I used to run screaming from the room if one came unstapled, and, you know, general fear of basements. Especially dark ones.
I bring this up, because one of our toilets got clogged today, and the water level was rising, and my voice was getting higher and higher in pitch as I told this to Ruy, and he told me I had to fix it myself. So, I did. But I stayed planted firmly in the bathtub while doing so.
Also, great tip for a clogged toilet? Pour a pail of water into said toilet very quickly. In a lot of cases, everything just goes right down. Which is great, because I don't think we own a plunger.
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