I JUST LEARNED HOW TO WHISTLE!!
I JUST LEARNED HOW TO WHISTLE!!
I JUST LEARNED HOW TO WHISTLE!!
Ah, you internets... you please me yet again
1 Comments Published by Elentine on Thursday, August 23, 2007 at 11:14 PM.
So, I'll begin by asking this: why do flammable and inflamable mean the same thing? They should be opposites, complete and total opposites, but no.... If paper is flamable, a rock should be INflamable. Now, what's the opposite of "flamable"? For the love of god, don't let it be "unflamable". That would be just too bloody confusing. "Antiflamable", maybe? "Aflamable"? "Does not catch on fire"? Whatever. My point is, I'm all for having alternate words for things, but do us a favor and at least make the words reasonably different from eachother!
Now, what I should be doing right now is reading Last of the Mohicans, of which I'm only through roughly half of the 370-some pages, but instead I choose to post about things that make me happy! Kittens, for example, but not just any kittens. If I am to "l-o-l" at a kitten, it is required to have a caption that's adorably appropriate and in a scarcely discernable form of English. Another is fanfiction. Specifically, bad fanfiction. I mean, things bad for even fanfiction standards (and that's pretty damn bad). Anakin flying to Antarctica and slaughtering all the porr penguins and liberating them of their wee "happy feet" is a shining example.
I suppose it's required once I find something new I love, to look at the various ways the TV show/movie/cartoon has been torn limb from helpless limb and raped (in that order) by prepubescent fangirls. Over the past two months, Transformers has really, really grown on me, so I just couldn't resist a little look-see at what the fanfic world had to offer. Though I only took the time to read one (and why I chose that particular one I really, really do not know), but the listing of pairings was enough to send me simulaneously into fits of laughter and horrible stomach pains. Maybe it's my fault for plunging head-first into those that were rated "Mature" (there's really no fun otherwise), but for teh love of God, how does a robot that transforms into a cop car rape a human?
First thought, for some reason, was "Why?!?" Whether I was refering to the robot's actions or the author's decision to write it in the first place, I'm not sure. One pairing that's exceedingly (and frighteningly) common is Sam and Bumblebee. For those unaquainted or for my Alzheimers-stricken future self, Sam is teenage, human boy, whereas Bumblebee is a giant robot that transforms into a sporty little Camero. The more I thought about it (and I'm slightly ashamed about how long I thought about), the more it felt like "the coconut and the swallow" bit from Monty Python. Seriously, how the bloody hell does that work? Could he maybe... no, that wouldn't work. Well, I suppose it could, if he stuck it in his backside. Huh... and that was about the point where I gave up and just read a fanfic. Turns out the hologram they can project in the drivers seat can not only become solid, but function as a normal human being for the robot, sexual desires and all! Who knew? Discover is such a lovely thing. I have yet to find out how robot/robot sex works, but heaven help me, I'll find out soon enough!
Now, what I should be doing right now is reading Last of the Mohicans, of which I'm only through roughly half of the 370-some pages, but instead I choose to post about things that make me happy! Kittens, for example, but not just any kittens. If I am to "l-o-l" at a kitten, it is required to have a caption that's adorably appropriate and in a scarcely discernable form of English. Another is fanfiction. Specifically, bad fanfiction. I mean, things bad for even fanfiction standards (and that's pretty damn bad). Anakin flying to Antarctica and slaughtering all the porr penguins and liberating them of their wee "happy feet" is a shining example.
I suppose it's required once I find something new I love, to look at the various ways the TV show/movie/cartoon has been torn limb from helpless limb and raped (in that order) by prepubescent fangirls. Over the past two months, Transformers has really, really grown on me, so I just couldn't resist a little look-see at what the fanfic world had to offer. Though I only took the time to read one (and why I chose that particular one I really, really do not know), but the listing of pairings was enough to send me simulaneously into fits of laughter and horrible stomach pains. Maybe it's my fault for plunging head-first into those that were rated "Mature" (there's really no fun otherwise), but for teh love of God, how does a robot that transforms into a cop car rape a human?
First thought, for some reason, was "Why?!?" Whether I was refering to the robot's actions or the author's decision to write it in the first place, I'm not sure. One pairing that's exceedingly (and frighteningly) common is Sam and Bumblebee. For those unaquainted or for my Alzheimers-stricken future self, Sam is teenage, human boy, whereas Bumblebee is a giant robot that transforms into a sporty little Camero. The more I thought about it (and I'm slightly ashamed about how long I thought about), the more it felt like "the coconut and the swallow" bit from Monty Python. Seriously, how the bloody hell does that work? Could he maybe... no, that wouldn't work. Well, I suppose it could, if he stuck it in his backside. Huh... and that was about the point where I gave up and just read a fanfic. Turns out the hologram they can project in the drivers seat can not only become solid, but function as a normal human being for the robot, sexual desires and all! Who knew? Discover is such a lovely thing. I have yet to find out how robot/robot sex works, but heaven help me, I'll find out soon enough!
So, I'll begin by asking this: why do flammable and inflamable mean the same thing? They should be opposites, complete and total opposites, but no.... If paper is flamable, a rock should be INflamable. Now, what's the opposite of "flamable"? For the love of god, don't let it be "unflamable". That would be just too bloody confusing. "Antiflamable", maybe? "Aflamable"? "Does not catch on fire"? Whatever. My point is, I'm all for having alternate words for things, but do us a favor and at least make the words reasonably different from eachother!
Now, what I should be doing right now is reading Last of the Mohicans, of which I'm only through roughly half of the 370-some pages, but instead I choose to post about things that make me happy! Kittens, for example, but not just any kittens. If I am to "l-o-l" at a kitten, it is required to have a caption that's adorably appropriate and in a scarcely discernable form of English. Another is fanfiction. Specifically, bad fanfiction. I mean, things bad for even fanfiction standards (and that's pretty damn bad). Anakin flying to Antarctica and slaughtering all the porr penguins and liberating them of their wee "happy feet" is a shining example.
I suppose it's required once I find something new I love, to look at the various ways the TV show/movie/cartoon has been torn limb from helpless limb and raped (in that order) by prepubescent fangirls. Over the past two months, Transformers has really, really grown on me, so I just couldn't resist a little look-see at what the fanfic world had to offer. Though I only took the time to read one (and why I chose that particular one I really, really do not know), but the listing of pairings was enough to send me simulaneously into fits of laughter and horrible stomach pains. Maybe it's my fault for plunging head-first into those that were rated "Mature" (there's really no fun otherwise), but for teh love of God, how does a robot that transforms into a cop car rape a human?
First thought, for some reason, was "Why?!?" Whether I was refering to the robot's actions or the author's decision to write it in the first place, I'm not sure. One pairing that's exceedingly (and frighteningly) common is Sam and Bumblebee. For those unaquainted or for my Alzheimers-stricken future self, Sam is teenage, human boy, whereas Bumblebee is a giant robot that transforms into a sporty little Camero. The more I thought about it (and I'm slightly ashamed about how long I thought about), the more it felt like "the coconut and the swallow" bit from Monty Python. Seriously, how the bloody hell does that work? Could he maybe... no, that wouldn't work. Well, I suppose it could, if he stuck it in his backside. Huh... and that was about the point where I gave up and just read a fanfic. Turns out the hologram they can project in the drivers seat can not only become solid, but function as a normal human being for the robot, sexual desires and all! Who knew? Discover is such a lovely thing. I have yet to find out how robot/robot sex works, but heaven help me, I'll find out soon enough!
Now, what I should be doing right now is reading Last of the Mohicans, of which I'm only through roughly half of the 370-some pages, but instead I choose to post about things that make me happy! Kittens, for example, but not just any kittens. If I am to "l-o-l" at a kitten, it is required to have a caption that's adorably appropriate and in a scarcely discernable form of English. Another is fanfiction. Specifically, bad fanfiction. I mean, things bad for even fanfiction standards (and that's pretty damn bad). Anakin flying to Antarctica and slaughtering all the porr penguins and liberating them of their wee "happy feet" is a shining example.
I suppose it's required once I find something new I love, to look at the various ways the TV show/movie/cartoon has been torn limb from helpless limb and raped (in that order) by prepubescent fangirls. Over the past two months, Transformers has really, really grown on me, so I just couldn't resist a little look-see at what the fanfic world had to offer. Though I only took the time to read one (and why I chose that particular one I really, really do not know), but the listing of pairings was enough to send me simulaneously into fits of laughter and horrible stomach pains. Maybe it's my fault for plunging head-first into those that were rated "Mature" (there's really no fun otherwise), but for teh love of God, how does a robot that transforms into a cop car rape a human?
First thought, for some reason, was "Why?!?" Whether I was refering to the robot's actions or the author's decision to write it in the first place, I'm not sure. One pairing that's exceedingly (and frighteningly) common is Sam and Bumblebee. For those unaquainted or for my Alzheimers-stricken future self, Sam is teenage, human boy, whereas Bumblebee is a giant robot that transforms into a sporty little Camero. The more I thought about it (and I'm slightly ashamed about how long I thought about), the more it felt like "the coconut and the swallow" bit from Monty Python. Seriously, how the bloody hell does that work? Could he maybe... no, that wouldn't work. Well, I suppose it could, if he stuck it in his backside. Huh... and that was about the point where I gave up and just read a fanfic. Turns out the hologram they can project in the drivers seat can not only become solid, but function as a normal human being for the robot, sexual desires and all! Who knew? Discover is such a lovely thing. I have yet to find out how robot/robot sex works, but heaven help me, I'll find out soon enough!
I saw this headline in today's paper:
First image that came to mind?
First thought that followed? "Well, that's a little extreme, don't you think? He's not even running this time!"
Actually, I guess Dean is a hurricane and a fairly big one at that, and, in fact, NOT a former presidential hopeful. Who knew?
First image that came to mind?
First thought that followed? "Well, that's a little extreme, don't you think? He's not even running this time!"
Actually, I guess Dean is a hurricane and a fairly big one at that, and, in fact, NOT a former presidential hopeful. Who knew?
I'm Getting That Feeling Again...
3 Comments Published by Elentine on Sunday, August 12, 2007 at 10:21 PM.
Sorry the posts of late have been more about fluff than my musings about things, but there's really nothing to talk about. Certainly nothing I can properly put into words. But anyway, with all the recent falling out of love and falling in it, it leaves me wondering just what I'm missing. This is not a new thing, though. I think a teenager without at least some dating experience is just downright unnatural. Hopefully this year will prove to be more fruitful then the last, oh, sixteen.
http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1770138
Ignorance is, in fact, bliss
2 Comments Published by Elentine on Monday, August 06, 2007 at 6:55 PM.
Last week, I was in Ashland with my mom and her friend, Jan. We saw a Shakespeare and some other comedy, and it was great fun. Driving back up, we stopped at the Oregon Vortex which is, for lack of a better word, a mindfuck. I went it thinking, "Oy, stupid tourist trap," but left thinking, "Wait, no...but that's not...what the fuck?" Anyway, we dallied there for quite a while, and ended up near home late, so we stopped at McMenamin's, just me and my mom. I don't, quite frankly, like hanging out with my parents. I find those heart-to-hearts awkward and go to great lengths to avoid them, but lo!, we were forced into one.
I will not account to you all the meandering soliliquies, the frequent moments of uncomfortable silence. The jist of it was, however, that soon after I graduate, my parents are going to divorce. This, actually, did not come as quite a shock as you may think. Last year, one day before my birthday in fact, my mom mentioned the idea of them separrating. Lovely birthday gift, eh? So, I've had a year to mull over that, and I've come to grips with it. It's meant to be, and it's good for everyone in the long run.
So, why the grievances? Because in two years, my family, as I know it, will be dead. Two years. It's not some ambiguous, oh-it'll-happen-eventually type of thing. My family has an expiration date! How fucking messed up is that? And now I have to stomach this, like the slow journey up a rollercoaster, knowing the terrifying plunge is inevitable. So, that was my week. You fare better?
I will not account to you all the meandering soliliquies, the frequent moments of uncomfortable silence. The jist of it was, however, that soon after I graduate, my parents are going to divorce. This, actually, did not come as quite a shock as you may think. Last year, one day before my birthday in fact, my mom mentioned the idea of them separrating. Lovely birthday gift, eh? So, I've had a year to mull over that, and I've come to grips with it. It's meant to be, and it's good for everyone in the long run.
So, why the grievances? Because in two years, my family, as I know it, will be dead. Two years. It's not some ambiguous, oh-it'll-happen-eventually type of thing. My family has an expiration date! How fucking messed up is that? And now I have to stomach this, like the slow journey up a rollercoaster, knowing the terrifying plunge is inevitable. So, that was my week. You fare better?
Tonight is slated to be a battle of epic proportions. Good and evil shall collide in ways man cannot yet fathom. We shall give them nothing, but take from them everything! Their newfag faggotry will blot out the sun! But we will fight in the shade! Let it be known that few stood against many! We do not forgive! we do not forget! WE ARE ANON! AND TONIGHT, WE DINE IN HELL!
