Accio Stalker Habits

I need a LiveJournal. All my authors (yes, I call them my authors) are on there.
Delia Sherman and Ellen Kushner are the tip of the iceberg.

JLU--Witty Quips

Huntress: "So, what are you wearing?"
Question: "Blue overcoat, fedora."
H: "Ugh, you really suck at this."
Q: "Orange socks?"

Black Canary: "Are you happy punching a bag, or would you like to go a few rounds with me?"
*starts to shed coat* "I am talking about sparring"
Green Arrow: "That would be nice too."

XD Superheros are peeeervs.
GA tries to watch BC change
BC: "You dropped something?"

And it wasn't that sexy. They just shed outerwear. It's like they sleep in their supersuits or something...

GA:" Care to join me for a cup of coffee?"
BC: "Yeah"
GA: "Good, 'cuz your buyin'"

...They're superheroes, and the best pick-up line is coffee?

Exhalting the Augasmic Nature of Pandora

I've been trying to find something with a Coldplay/Keane beat and acoustic nods, while being lyric-less and spill over to techno/DJ/scratching. Something, y'know, trippy.
I found it on Pandora X3
Birdy Nam Nam, four Parisian DJs have joined together to create really awesome music.
Absesses got me hooked, thanks Gilded for introducing me.
But anyway. I wanted to see if they were on Pandora...and YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

more later.


Batman sings, and Wonderwoman's a...pig.

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more JLU quotes:
"Don't make me sic Black Canary on you, you've only seen her nice side so far" XD
"Your cute when your an insufferable smarty-pants" (yes, this is for kids, but the sexual innuendo in rampant)
"Lost them!"..."Like airline luggage!"
"Is that Canary? If you want a piece of me, then bring it, blondie!" (catfight, initiated by Huntress)
Green Arrow watching as they launch themselves from a ramp to follow Huntress and Question: "This is so unnecessary" TRUTH!
OH MY...I now know why Black Canary is named after the bird.
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I realized again why I loved this series!

I Can't Live in CA Anymore

I can't have cute exotic animals (hedgehogs, degu)
I can't find/eat/buy dragee (those little silver balls on cake and cookies. They're edible, and delicious).

Stupid dragee-banning drunk, profit-making Napa Nazi man! (
>=[
It's not like I'll imbibe enough silver from all the dragees I eat in a lifetime to kill me!
Silver is inert. It won't harm me! (hurrah, chemistry)

I remember in Hong Kong, they sold them, in Ichiban. They were coke-flavoured. I loved them
I still love them.

Darn. Now I crave 'em...

http://redforkhippie.wordpress.com/2007/01/28/free-the-sprinkles/
She writes it best

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2003/12/23/MNGS03SUEM1.DTL
actual article

>=[ mark pollack....

Bad Karma Day

All my bad Karma whupped me in the arse t'day.

Didja get your part, NR?

Perfectly Good Strangers

My food run yesterday didn't go so well. I ordered (without stuttering, hurrah) and waited. I was number 248. 247 got their order, 249 got her drink (so I pardoned her). Then...250, 252, 251, 253...
Uhm...Hello, Small, Timid Asian Chick, 11 o'clock. I asked one of the employees to take a look at my order and she said 'okay,' and went off to fulfill it. I watched her open a bag, plop the chicken tenders in, wait for some new fries, scooped up two large servings...and hand them to the drive-through guy. The drive through guy is confused at this order (because it's not what the guy in the truck ordered) but he grabs a drink and gives it to him ayway. At this point, I'm waiting with this hip, young, outgoing mother, who sees my silent gesture of WTH, and sympathizes.
"Yeah, I used to work at Burger King--Not this one." (I had an alarmed and accusatory stare, I think)
And she starts breaking down the logistics of the fast food chain (which isn't fast. She waited 10 minutes for food that is cooked in less than five).
"You've been here even longer, before I even ordered." I nodded unhappily.
"You should speak up. They would throw in a free drink if you were [bitchy] enough" (forgot the word she used, but it meant that)
I smile, shrug, and said I would when the next harried lady comes by. Who happens to be bearing nice-hip-young-mother's food. She speaks up for me, I become Japanese and bow and thank her, and dash off with my now useless food.
Useless? Oh yes. I wasn't ordering for myself, but he left, so I'm walking with seven dollars worth of food back to get my bag so I can go home, when, speaking of going home, I see a fellow Nerd.
"You want this?" I hold up bulging, steaming bag of cancer.
Glares suspiciously. "No." Continues walking away.
"For free?" I'm desperate. I don't even want the food anymore. The hell on the wasted money.
He stops, turns. "Okay." I hold out the bag like some beggar, and he takes it.
"What's in it?"
I list the order.
"Why is it for free?"
I prune my explanation.
"Because he went home."
Content now, he walks away eating the fruits of my agony.

So I dash a marathon--downstairs, upstairs, 'cross the block, downhill, bus station. And almost trip over the hip young mother who got me my food. She spots me (I was hoping she woudn't)
"Did you enjoy your food?"
I nod (the easiest answer) and hope she can't tell I don't smell like oil, salt, and cancer.

A little later this...almost stereotypical character walks on the bus. Sagging pants, gaunt, pugilistic face, bling in one ear, beanie, 'stache. He sits down next to this corporate looking old guy, who's fiddling with his PDA and has an earbud in one ear. Watching him squiggle away with his wand, he asks.
"What's that?"
So genial! You never meet strangers who enquire about your life anymore...
"Oh, it's a...game, on my...*gestures at PDA*"
This cracka gangsta lookie nods amiably and the executive gets a bit frantic.
I smile.
He's just trying to be nice, and the old guy now has images of being mugged.

And last week too, two buses arrived at the stop, one 38, the other 38L. Some of us don't want to take the one in front (crowded and lots of slow people) and were waiting for the bus behind. The first bus goes and the second bus...follows it. The lazy bunch of us curse at the inconsiderate bus-driver and stare in disbelief as we watch for the next bus. The old lady on my other side garbles something at me and I gesture back with the same indignance. Says the guy next to me,
"*chuckle* Muni. If there was anything else, we'd take it." I appreciate this and laugh.


Comaderie between a bunch of strangers who will never (don't say that) see each other again bonded because we all missed the same bus.
Humans.

Bundles of Joy

Watching Maybe Baby, starring all of my favourite British comedians =3
 Hugh Laurie,
Rowan Atkinson
AGD;LKJFDSA;!
Adrien Lester too. 8D

This is may new favourite movie already.

If I Had Four Arms

I'm harnessing my ADD and am multitaking...Yes.
I'm actually getting work done.

Will update later as work progresses, but I'm watching 27 dresses (will also format later) and not to impose myself on fictional characters, my gut told me that I'll be Jane. o_o; only without the romcom ending...=[
edit one: I am only about 30 minutes in...so don't judge.

okay. back to calc

Update one: Awwwww, ack. *hugs Jane* ;_; worse feeling in the world. Your crush 1.) doesn't acknowledge you, 2.) always gives you hoooope 3.) marries your sister.
Last 5 problems of calc and we're good.
also, lawls goth wedding. It's sweet AND creepy. XD

Update two: HURRAH! Calc done...=P

Update three: Pedro is adorable.
...Actually, some of the dresses aren't that bad, puke green or whatever.
"Don't you have need?"
"No. I am Jesus" <--if only. XD Okay, first difference between her and me.
But yeah, the OCD/delusional(romantic)/Yes-gal aspect (you too, Nurse Ratched) ...still so me D:
"I don't think you want to be married, you just want a wedding"
"What? Did you have a fancy wedding and you wife left you or something?"
"bingo"
"what?"
"With my roommate from college. So that's a double bingo for you"
"oh...I'm so sorry"

Update 4: OH NOES! MISUNDERSTANDING TIMEZ!
edit two: nevermind...

Update 5: Drunk singing time
edit three: Drunk dancing time
Cursed buffering!
edit four: Drunk kissing/eat face time
edit five: okay, other differences. I don't drink, I don't dance, I don't sing, and I don't have drunk sex in a brokendown car during a rainstorm.
Yes. It's an American classic: Drunk/rabid sex time.

Update 6: "let me explain." time.
Edit six: excuses, justification time.
SLAP TIMES
Oh, how cliche. But I can't.stop.watching.stuff.like.this.
...Crapola. I'm turning into a chick.
Nooo, D: save meeee!

Update 7: BRIDEZILLA TIMEZ!
...she looked like a raving Britney. XD
edit seven: oh noes....destruction of timeless article of love. Her Face...;_; *more hugs*

Update 8: SISTER BIOTCHFIGHT TIME!
Yesh!
Awww, no

Update 9: SLIDESHOW OF TRUTH!
(yes, I wikied before I read)

Update 10: KARMA TIME!!!
and more begging n excuses etcetc
edit eight: reunion scene of our very lovable Jane and her Kevin.
The wedding is off...
PDA for a gift....
...

Update 11: Sappy-i-want-to-be-you part. I roll my eyes
edit: wow, they got outta bitchy mode real fast, um....selfish-introspective time.
more eye-rolling

oh no. makeover time.

Update 12: Getting over the crush. Because the crush is an oblivious meathead ;3
george kisses jane....to try to make her unquit.
nope. nada. coolio

Update 13: reunite! reunite! reunite!
...jumps a pier to a boat. Whoa. PHYSICS PEOPLES!
...declaration of love and stuff
confession

CORINNE BAILEY RAE!

Love for All