This post is stuck up top here for new users to my journal.  Here's my LJ policy. )

Think of this as learning to take off your shoes at the doors of friends' houses.  Not important, but good courtesy, nonetheless.
And now for something completely different.

Yes, that is a POUND of cheese powder.  I stare!  Stare stare!

moominmolly and I are nuts. )


Feb. 28th, 2005 10:34 pm
Allow me to describe to you every CSI show ever ever.


The crime happens.  For some reason, no one catches on to the fact that a crime scene investigator doesn't investigate people.

The lead guy glowers and is stern and stuff.  He finds the suspect, who lies, because that's what they do.  Sometimes they tell the truth, just to switch it up, but that just means they're really lying.

Science Happens.  Woosh!  It confirms that the first suspect has something to do with the original crime!

Suspect is brought into the Office Of Truth.  Unable to resist the truth-rays, the suspect tells the truth.

More Science.  Woosh!  Unbeknownst to the viewers at home, all scientists were forced to superglue their hair to their head, to prevent stray strands from dropping into the DNA samples.  They also had to wear clear face masks, which explains their acting.

The wily Science-O-Meter tracks down a better suspect, who is brought into the office in order to tell the truth nothing but.

Science Goes Woosh.  Woosh!  Now it's time for grisly stuff!  Because you really wanted to know the inner workings of a knife going into someone's eyeball!

Is it a third person?  Or does the woosh point to the first one again?  Wacky hijinks ensue!  Oh the funky suspense!

The lead guy glowers some more.  Watch him glower.  Doesn't he look a lot like William Macy?  Well, he isn't.  Glower glower glower.

And lo, a sudden twist at the end!  It was the person you least suspected the most!  Er, the least!  Least most the least!  Ah, whatever.  Someone was caught, or something, and... that's... good.  Yes!  We all can get behind that, right?

In closing, the makers of the show would like to point out to you that the show is based on the fact that one person's observation of events (a) isn't the entirety of the matter and (b) he might be lying, so nyeah, you couldn't have figured that out on your own anyways, not unless you're a Crime Scene Investigator.


Dear god, I hate this show.  On the bright side, I have the best icon for this rant.
This is why [ profile] moominmolly is rox:

Molly: !!
Molly: Good night!!
Molly: Bunniez love you!!
Molly: And sing you to sleep with their creepy bunny siren song!!
Molly: bunny song!! bunny song!! now we eat your heads!!

Xtina: *laughs helplessly*
Xtina: bunny song!! bunny song!! soon you will be deds!

Molly: *laugh!*
Molly: Yes!! You know it!!

Xtina: bunny song!! bunny song!! and we'd like some lettuce!!
Xtina: bunny song!! bunny song!! zombies don't upset us!!

Molly: bunny song!! bunny song!! now you're all awake-like!!
Molly: bunny song!! bunny song!! we'll eat your young whole, snake-like!!

Xtina: bunny song!! bunny song!! if you leave brains, we'll grab it!!
Xtina: bunny song!! bunny song!! because we're CREEPY RABBITS!!

Molly: *giggling*
So, I have won the victory over myself, and I love big brother [ profile] rosefox.

And if I start talking about it, I will just talk about it forever, so instead I will leave it at that.

A poem!

May. 10th, 2004 04:26 pm
Or, "There's something maniacally wrong with Xtina."

Yes, I filked ''The Passionate Shepherd to His Love'' by C. Marlowe. )
I had to do it.  I had to do it.  I had to do it.  *rocks in place*

To the tune of "I'll Be There For You", by Bon Jovi:

I guess this time you're finished reading
I heard the Webster's slamming shut
And as my fingers sit here bleeding
(I always get these papercuts)

You say you've over a thousand words
In your vocab database
You leave me flound'ring, thoughts unheard
And I can't keep a straight face

Now I'm logged on Priceline, to find a flight to you, girl

I'll eat all your brains
I'll make sure that none remain
I just want to make it absolutely plain
I'll eat all your brains
I'll fly out just to eat your brains
This is my new meal campaign
Words can't make this any more plain
I will eat your braaains

"I know you know" is our favourite catchphrase
"Figured figured!" a shortened form
I can promise you that these will
Make it in my Xicon

And baby I know you have tasty brains
I just wanted to share your idiolect
I'll buy you OED entries for your birthday
You're my favourite intellect


I can't be there when you are happy
I can't be there when you are down
I didn't mean to live on the East coast
Far away from your own West coast town



Nov. 29th, 2001 03:33 pm
I have 65 Friends, or so they tell me.

11 are communities
3 are freaky pseudo-users ([ profile] angry_panda, [ profile] aynrand, and [ profile] timecube)
25 are people I know in real life
* 25 are pre-LJ people
* 5 I'll bet you $5 they only got the account to read friends' Friends-Only posts
* 12 are people I consider to be my friends (rather than people I'm friendly with)
8 people I should meet at some point
* 1 of them... definitely
1 hasn't updated in forever
all the rest are people I have on my Friends list cuz they're interesting, or something

(Yes, there's a bit of overlap.)
I spoke with Pam this afternoon regarding my promotion.  She said that there's something called "no replacements" that corporations will do when they want to cut expenditures but not lay anyone off.  You can guess what this means for me.

Pam is going to talk to me on Monday at 1p regarding this.  Nothing is really final, except that I will be the new SRSA.  Now, whether I'll be that officially is another thing all together...
Main Entry: in-trin-sin-cest
Pronunciation: in-'trin-zin-"sest
Function: adjective
Etymology: akin to Latin intra within, and Latin in- not and castus pure
Date: July 20, 2001
: believing that incest is wrong, regardless of context or concept of value





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