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My birthday weekend was a real kinda ying-yang thing.
Friday involved unabashed malesness in the form of martial arts derring-do (and Fraggle Rock), with much thanks to the hardcore folks who struggled up our icy road to attend despite more raucous parties and house moving available, and much understanding and/or forgiveness to those who chose the path of least resistance.
'Five Fingers of Steel' was a cheapo kung-fu classic, with dubbing in clipped american, posh british and *yorkshire* accents. Possibly by one voice performer. You not lived until you've heard a chinese magistrate with fu-manchu moustache talk like Brian Glover. "This 'ere baby's bin MUUUUUR-dered."
Saturday evening was a complete surprise mini-party, and pretty damn ghay. I also had a fantastic time. We (names deleted to protect the performers) played through *every song* on SingStar (the acceptable face of karaoke in the home) and then watched the unholy trinity double bill (Disney movies, Remakes, Starring Lindsey Lohan) of The Parent Trap and Freaky Friday. I forgot how goddam good The Parent Trap is. It was all polished off with curry from Royal Spice. Which was nice.
All of which made up for the shitty headcold I got from trudging home from work in the snow Thu night. The trudge was nice (I <3 sno). The after effects were not.
*May not actually contain gore.
Boobs eh? Implants may be ok as a wrist-rest for your computer pharrap, but you have to concede 100% breast meat is better. Not entirely dissimilar to a Steak being much better than a Beefburger, however well made.
Friday involved unabashed malesness in the form of martial arts derring-do (and Fraggle Rock), with much thanks to the hardcore folks who struggled up our icy road to attend despite more raucous parties and house moving available, and much understanding and/or forgiveness to those who chose the path of least resistance.
'Five Fingers of Steel' was a cheapo kung-fu classic, with dubbing in clipped american, posh british and *yorkshire* accents. Possibly by one voice performer. You not lived until you've heard a chinese magistrate with fu-manchu moustache talk like Brian Glover. "This 'ere baby's bin MUUUUUR-dered."
Saturday evening was a complete surprise mini-party, and pretty damn ghay. I also had a fantastic time. We (names deleted to protect the performers) played through *every song* on SingStar (the acceptable face of karaoke in the home) and then watched the unholy trinity double bill (Disney movies, Remakes, Starring Lindsey Lohan) of The Parent Trap and Freaky Friday. I forgot how goddam good The Parent Trap is. It was all polished off with curry from Royal Spice. Which was nice.
All of which made up for the shitty headcold I got from trudging home from work in the snow Thu night. The trudge was nice (I <3 sno). The after effects were not.
*May not actually contain gore.
Boobs eh? Implants may be ok as a wrist-rest for your computer pharrap, but you have to concede 100% breast meat is better. Not entirely dissimilar to a Steak being much better than a Beefburger, however well made.