New icon. I finally have a manga icon. I... I am shamed ( Read more... )

Guys, I do not like the four word limit livejournal imposes on our interests.

How am I supposed to distill "cheesy 1980's-era fantasy flicks with more synthesizer in the soundtrack than should be legal under the Geneva Convention" into four words (besides just saying "Ladyhawke," I mean)?

My dream last night starred me, an ex-Amish girl who could control animals with her mind, and two Amish guys. Supporting roles included faceless gang members and a squad of assault alligators that could climb ladders ( Read more... )

You've probably seen this before - a grand old list of things that supposedly indicate you are a devil worshiper while ignoring most any common sense about what the average person might own.

( Have you worst fears about me confirmed within, assuming said fears are that Southern Baptist fundies would think that I'm a devil worshiper. )

So to get to Marina I had to drive down the 46. If you're not familiar with Middle/Southern California highways, I will tell you that the 46 is the most barren, desolate, and forsaken stretch of highway ever wrought by man or beast. After about fifteen minutes on it, your god(s) will appear before you and say, "omg doodz your drive is gonna suck ( Read more... )

Here's the plan for my next week and a half or so ( Read more... )

If he were rebuilt faster, better, stronger today, Steve Austin would be the $28,742,582.35 Man.

Of course, he'd also be more compact, have fewer vacuum tubes, and be able to wirelessly download his own soundtrack at any wifi hotspot.

He'd be the iMan, most likely.

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We’re hosting a potluck dinner tonight, and for whatever reason my dad and I were fighting again; I think it was related to my insistence that we need some rock salt for the walkways because they are already a little icy and they are just going to get worse. (Our fights mostly consist of short jabs to the tits and kidneys, you know, really going ( Read more... )

Sometimes you're sitting in front of your computer at one in the morning, slouched so that you are just leaning against your chair and your body is almost straight, and you are wearing a pair of plaid flannel pajama bottoms on your head, and you realize you should really be in bed right about now.

Good night.