This is not a post of importance.
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stillaneYeah. Just like it says, this is only my usual accounting of the week thus far.
1. Got the Test of Doom back today. Um. Well, I didn't flunk, which puts me ahead of where I expected, so... *thumbs up?*
2. I have now finished The Persuaders! canon and can confirm once more that it is the earnest tale of two very rich, very goofy guys who roam around Europe having adventures. Together. As a couple. I'm telling you, it's Nick and Nora with two penises. I am contemplating doing a post solely about this subject, simply because I have a hard time believing this, and I've seen it. It reminds me of nothing so much as a technicolor, Euroed-up version of I-Man.
Plus, you haven't lived until you've seen Roger Moore attempt to dance. Seriously. I'm bad, and even I can tell he's worse.
3. I managed to do a complete overhaul on just about everything this weekend. I cleaned the house and the laundry and my bedding and my fridge and my dog. That last earned me much grief; trying to get 80 lbs. of Golden to stay in a slick metal tub with nothing between him and freedom but a shower curtain and your own persistence is an interesting experience. And then, of course, you get the looks of doom all night long. I wound up bribing him with a toy bat. He is gratifyingly thrilled, and willing to overlook my transgressions in favor of waving its slimy, flappy wings in my face. *shrug* It beats the giant rubber tire that I wake up to on my nose most mornings.
4. As part of said overhaul, the ritual cutting of the hair was undertaken. I said, "Not very drastic, just less 'cry for help'", which apparently translated as, "Please, remove great chunks at will!" I walked out in a daze of semi-horror, but consensus today seems to be very positive. This proves once and for all that I should barely be allowed to dress myself, my sense of fashion is so shot.
5. Remember when I used to write stuff? *sigh* I keep trying, but the words aren't lining up right. I think I need to stop worrying about them, because I always write better when I'm not paying attention. Hm.
6. Tomorrow, I am going to go play with pigs. *looks for earplugs*
7. How are you doing?
2. I have now finished The Persuaders! canon and can confirm once more that it is the earnest tale of two very rich, very goofy guys who roam around Europe having adventures. Together. As a couple. I'm telling you, it's Nick and Nora with two penises. I am contemplating doing a post solely about this subject, simply because I have a hard time believing this, and I've seen it. It reminds me of nothing so much as a technicolor, Euroed-up version of I-Man.
Plus, you haven't lived until you've seen Roger Moore attempt to dance. Seriously. I'm bad, and even I can tell he's worse.
3. I managed to do a complete overhaul on just about everything this weekend. I cleaned the house and the laundry and my bedding and my fridge and my dog. That last earned me much grief; trying to get 80 lbs. of Golden to stay in a slick metal tub with nothing between him and freedom but a shower curtain and your own persistence is an interesting experience. And then, of course, you get the looks of doom all night long. I wound up bribing him with a toy bat. He is gratifyingly thrilled, and willing to overlook my transgressions in favor of waving its slimy, flappy wings in my face. *shrug* It beats the giant rubber tire that I wake up to on my nose most mornings.
4. As part of said overhaul, the ritual cutting of the hair was undertaken. I said, "Not very drastic, just less 'cry for help'", which apparently translated as, "Please, remove great chunks at will!" I walked out in a daze of semi-horror, but consensus today seems to be very positive. This proves once and for all that I should barely be allowed to dress myself, my sense of fashion is so shot.
5. Remember when I used to write stuff? *sigh* I keep trying, but the words aren't lining up right. I think I need to stop worrying about them, because I always write better when I'm not paying attention. Hm.
6. Tomorrow, I am going to go play with pigs. *looks for earplugs*
7. How are you doing?
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Date: 2007-09-25 02:08 am (UTC)2. I'm *really* curious about this now...
3. Er. A load of laundry is washing now? *averts eyes from overflowing sink* Fortunately for all concerned, I do not have a pet...
4. ^_^ This is why my hair is all one length and is long enough to tie back. I got no sense of style.
5. *sigh* drat. Maybe do drabble-prompts? To warm yourself up a bit. Or chat fic (again with the warming up).
6. *blink* Tomorrow, I get to practice sword. I think. Gotta check time. Knew there was something I was forgetting...
7. Well. I'm caught up with w*rk, I think, for once in my professional life (since, uh since I started w*rking?). It's odd, how much time that leaves when I don't leave w*rk to the end of the day. I get to, er, *exercise*.
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Date: 2007-09-25 03:47 am (UTC)Hee. You really should be. You get Tony Curtis and Roger Moore running around Europe in two flashy cars, pretty much flirting shamelessly. I kid you not, there is not a single episode which does not scream "So doing it." The whole thing revolves around the concept that these two playboys are roped into doing vigilante detective work via a blackmailing judge, but that one pretty much flies out the window fast. By the end of the first episode, they're off the hook with the blackmail and just doing it because they're bored. Here's the kicker, though: they spend the rest of the series living in each other's back pockets for no particular reason. Like, none. And then they spend twenty-odd more episodes getting knocked out (no, really, it could be a drinking game) and worrying frantically about each other, all while having no personal boundaries whatsoever. They have nicknames for each other. They frequently live together, and go camping together, and dance together... It's worth it for the waterskiing scene alone.
*blinks* Gayest. Show. Ever.
4. ^_^ This is why my hair is all one length and is long enough to tie back.
There is nothing wrong with the classics. *g*
7. Well. I'm caught up with w*rk, I think, for once in my professional life
Ah. That sounds nice. I've resigned myself to the fact that I will be buying a condo somewhere behind the eightball. Or possibly renting, given the state of my finances. *g*
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Date: 2007-09-25 02:36 am (UTC)2. it's Nick and Nora with two penises. <-- Dude, I almost choked on a cough drop at that one. *g*
3. Man, I need to do that. Except for the washing the animal part. I don't think anything I could bribe Ruby with would allay imminent chaos/death.
4. Fash....ion? Also, as always, am curious to see and ogle.
5. Don't we all? Which reminds me, I have a poem due tomorrow :x
6. I love that you say that and actually mean it literally. *snort*
7. Except for a persistent and annoying cold, pretty good! School is presenting me with both Paradise Lost and Hitchcock films, my cat isn't yelling at me right now, and I'm still alight with girlish glee over Friday's concert (provided I can stop sneezing on people).
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Date: 2007-09-25 04:03 am (UTC)2. Dude, I almost choked on a cough drop at that one. *g*
\o/
No, seriously. This show has to be seen to be believed. If you can get ahold of it, you totally should. It's, um, slightly dated, but not quite as bad as some of its contemporaries, and... Roger Moore dancing badly. Tony Curtis camping it up like nobody's business. Yeah. I have heard it said that early Smallville really only makes sense when viewed through the lens of Clark/Lex, but this show... I defy anyone to watch the episode of their choosing and not think that they are doing it. It just... *boggles* I have come to the conclusion that there needs to be a post to prove just how very slashy this thing was. Although, it fits the Boston Legal paradigm: the hypothesis is that, given enough canonical slash, there will be no fic. Such seems to be the case here, too.
3. Ever seen the old "How To Bathe A Cat" list? It involved detergent, a clean toilet, and a rapid retreat, if memory serves. *g*
4. Hee. There may be some pictures soon...
5. Ah. But last minute poetry is the best kind. Ditch pretension with sheer, blind, procrastination-induced panic, is what I always say. *g*
6. And the funny thing is, I hadn't read the handouts yet when I wrote that. They actually do recommend that we wear earplugs. And then they stop just short of, "... and perhaps you should burn all clothing worn to avoid smelling piggy forever. Just a thought."
7. Hope the contagion clears up soon. I've heard that there has already been snow in your neck of the woods - albeit a brief one? - and I'm guessing the season of illness starts similarly early.
Oooo. Paradise Lost. I keep meaning to get around to that. *sigh* Anything that involves an archangel smirking about ethereal sex is worth reading.
I'm still alight with girlish glee over Friday's concert
*snortlaugh*