from onomatopoetry...
Go to IMDB.com and look up 10 of your favorite TV shows.
Post three official IMDB "Plot Keywords" for these 10 picks.
Have your friends guess the show names.

This should be fun. I've tried to make these hard, but they're all vaguely popular shows that at least some of my friends should be familiar with ( Read more... )

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God, if I ever went bald I'd pretty much not know what to do with myself. I'd probably buy a lot of wigs and spend the rest of my life with an itchy scalp because my vanity couldn't deal with being bald. Just go grey, hair, like you've done for every single male in my family ( Read more... )

Shoo-be-do-be-do-wop...
I overdid it at the soda shop.

For a while, there was silence. The silence would frequently let itself be interrupted by loud music and harsh noises and giggles and exhalations of smoke and trepidation; but when the activity settled, the silence came back sharply and soundly. Everyone felt it, this scary entity of not-knowing and confusion and introspection. And as the months ( Read more... )

I have come to be very much of a cynic in these matters; I mean that it is impossible to believe in the permanence of man's or woman's love. Or, at any rate, it is impossible to believe in the permanence of any early passion. As I see it, at least, with regard to man, a love affair, a love for any definite woman, is something in the nature of a ( Read more... )

I know you; I danced with you once upon a dream.

I can never tell him how I feel. And this is the nature of unrequited love, the bittersweet, almost cinematic beauty of unfulfilled and desirous achings. Because the real thing, the fleshed-out reality of ideals, can never match certain specifications that I create inside my head. And so maybe it ( Read more... )

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SARAH!For you ( Read more... )

Natasha slinks into his room to smoke a surreptitious cigarette. She stretches out on his bed, and lights the tip, as they share a moment about many things: Mary Poppins, take home tests, and (of course) boys. She lounges like a contemporary piece of Austrian royalty. Of course, he associates everything worth having with Austria and the Czech ( Read more... )

He wakes up. That’s the first moment, when the fog of sleep slowly reveals the reality of the room, and it’s like a haze, a warm haze because his room is warm, and the reality is at least a comforting one. And then it’s a snap, as it all comes together, and he hears voices from outside, and realizes that the afternoon has dawned in the progress ( Read more... )