Feb. 15th, 2011 08:00 pm
Just fyi, I think someone or some bot is trying to hijack my livejournal account. I have taken the appropriate steps, so nothing terrible should happen henceforth, however, if my username has recently done anything terrible to you, it probably wasn't me. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience/hurt feelings/annoyances all the same.
I tried to resist, because stuff that says Gypsy on it is kinda hokey, but even the tins are fair trade and it's OM NOM NOM NOM NOM SO GOOD.

I tripped over this poll on my friendsfriends list. The hypothetical presented is probably too good to be true, but like so many educated 20-something females reading Jane Austen, I'm indulging in the fantasy. *wistful sigh*
My review for episode 11 is posted. XD

I need a new layout.

ETA: Exactly how nerdy does it make me if I knit this scarf so that the binary in it reads "Sammy loves Dean! 4-ever!" ? Pretty nerdy, right? I shouldn't do that.
Come look @ me!

[livejournal.com profile] scary_lullabies

I decided I wanted something darker and more winter-ish. I'm not the biggest Evanescence fan in the world, but I loved that picture of Amy Lee. I'm not completely satisfied with it, I'm gonna keep tweaking it over the next couple days. For the life of me, I can't figure out why I can't see the little user chibi. I keep double checking everything and it should be fine. Any ideas?

Bonus points and extra smooches if you recognize the words in the header. ^-^


Dec. 4th, 2007 07:59 pm
In the Funny Because It's True Department:
Cthulu and Flying Spaghetti Monster endorse this policy.

In the Funny Because It's Motherfucking Awesome Department:
Hooray! Ppl are paying attention to me!


Dec. 4th, 2007 01:17 am
Livejournal has been sold to the Russians! This is... oddly exciting! And funny to say out loud!

Life, yey!!

Jun. 3rd, 2007 02:55 pm
You know, I don't really live in an environment conducive to positive thoughts about humanity. The vast majority of the visible people in my neck of the woods drink heavily, drive SUV's or obnoxiously large trucks (when they don't require them), complain about their wives/husbands all the time, are constantly in an urgent life-or-death hurry, even when just going down to 7-11, are unceasingly screeching into their cell phones instead of conversing with their children, are carrying $800 purses, and just generally making consuming parasites of themselves. I look around at them and I think, 'Jeez, humans suck. We don't live consciously, we don't appreciate anything. Not our health, our beautiful surroundings, our safety, our right to vote, our shoes or socks or families or food. We're so unbearably blessed, and we don't even care. We're the walking catatonic.' And then [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes comes along and proves me so very wrong, that I just wanna have a party and dance all night long and rejoice like no one has rejoiced since the Paleolithic Age.

Now I hate to bring it into a post like this, but re: Clusterfuck '07, I'm not giving up on livejournal. I mean it about that metaquotes post and the effect it had on me, I can't give up one of the most positive influences I have. But I'm not relaxing my guard either. Livejournal is awesome because of the people using it, not the people who own it. I have always known that. You can expect nothing but idiocy and money-grubbing from almost every company out there including 6A, and that's just a fact of life. Clusterfuck '07 did not have any effect on that. Consumers of every kind are always going to have to fight to not be fucked with, and this is one fight we won, due to the amazing communities of fandom and the internet, which, as I said, I am very attached to. So yeah.

I'm gonna go water MamaGoddess's garden.


May. 30th, 2007 11:26 pm
You know what feels really good? Refreshing the profile on [livejournal.com profile] fandom_counts and watching the number of members shoot up by 150 every 8 minutes.

Ima stop spamming ya'll's flists now.
Scary shit. Look some stuff up in ljseek.com, there is an endless number of posts on the subject. Seems to be a legit scare. I was going to use an elaborate metaphor involving communism and Die Hard and maybe some llamas, but all I can really say is that I refuse to flock, I refuse to delete wincest from my interests (I did add to my interests, but that's just because I have a weird sense of humor), and if I am black-bagged and carted off into the night never to be heard from again, so be it. No matter how loud the asshats shriek or how hard the ingrates fling their weight around, the awesome cannot bow to them.

I really need to save up enough money for my V for Vendetta tattoo.
In a general post to the world that I'm sure everyone is so bored by that they absentmindedly begin to drill holes in their skulls using sharpened bamboo are totally interested in, I would like to announce the following:


I am all registed for school this semester. I have been reduced to taking intersession classes because the govenator sucks large hairy testicles. I can only take three classes because three classes already brings me up to $280. I shall have to take summer classes, as me and my family cannot spare so much money all at once. But anyways, I'm already planning what to do for my intermediate ASL final project. (We sign a song or story or both and it must be 6-10 minutes long. Most ppl do 2 songs, or a song that means alot to them, with an explanation of why it means so much. I want to do Stargazer by The Tea Party and Adam Laye Ibounden by the Mediaeval Baebes, for Miles.)

Speaking of Miles, I had a dream last night that Flora Pecosa and Calodaemon had another kid. I only remember a few moments in the dream. I was laying on the floor in Flora Pecosa's apartment with my knees bent, and my niece or nephew (Can't remember which, it wasn't important to the dream. And shouldn't there be a genderless word for that? Sibling, spouse, cousin, [blank]??) was sitting on my stomach. S/he wiggled up to sitting on my chest and leaned forward to talk to me. S/he said something about "[his/her] brother in heaven." I looked at Flora Pecosa and she was crying a happy cry. Then I told him/her something, but I can't remember what, and then I woke up.

On a lighter note, I have written many a Brokeback Mountain ficlet. I doubt they will be posted, as I am shy. But I would like to rec the unbearably good Forever by the brilliant [livejournal.com profile] trollsttroll. *swoon swoon swoon* It is, by far, my favorite Brokeback Mountain fanfic.

I had another dream a few nights ago, that I think I can claim, without arrogance, makes me the Reigning Queen of Kink Excluding Urine and/or Fectal Matter. (Kink for me is always excluding urine and/or fecal matter. I just don't get it. Allow me to explain: most kinks or fetishes....well most kinks or fetishes I share in. If I don't share in them [they do nothing for me], then I at least understand them. I have either known someone with that kink, or done enough research on it to understand it. Not so with urine and/or fecal matter. Don't get it. I'm afraid to research it because I think some of the stuff I read might haunt me forever or make me nauseous and therefore make me look weak and unmanly.) Siriusly now, if this dream hadn't been so hot, it would have been very disturbing.

I just called up my old boss at the tax service to hit her up for work. Got message machine. Will call tommorrow.

Also, would anyone like us to start using tags? I don't think we're popular enough to, but hey I'll put them on this entry. In the same vein, our paid account expires the 18th. Must find work.



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