Ok, so I couldn't join the Name Of The Game chat last night because of a dinner engagement. I, uh, might have spent half of the afternoon reading the chat transcript though. And let me tell you, there's NOTHING better than a bunch of fangirls getting drunk and naked squeeing together. Yes, I live my life vicariously.
I removed the names because I'm not sure people would appreciate being quoted without permission. Not that there's anything embarassing about these quotes. I just ♥ them:
Random:
- *makes note to tell streetspirit about belarus's lack of golf*
*scowls* This coming from usual suspect #2. I am SO not surprised. Note that I do appreciate your concern. *g*
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- I've had three CKR dreams and in every one he was trying to kill me!
LOL. Awwww. *pets*
Dear Callum,
Please, stop playing psychos. You're the #1 trauma-inducing cause among fangirls. More nakedness would be much appreciated, though. Thanks.
Much love,
me
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fangirl A: - see how incredibly GAY fraser is?
fangirl B: - people in Iceland can see how gay Fraser is
fangirl C: - iceland? MARS
fangirl B: - Satellite photos show how gay Fraser is
fangirl D: - you can see his gayness and the great wall
I... just... *flails* ♥ ♥ ♥
Also. What happens when alcohol-consuming, judgement-impaired fangirls decide to watch Paul Gross' Voodoo vid? Yeah.
- he... stands funny.
- what's with his legs?
- that's rockstar!Paul.
- *flails*
- I don't understand the weird video plot
- running!
- he looks so... 80's
- yup
- It bothers me that he's singing about romantic love and we're watching kids playing.
- yeah, what is up with that?
- his HAIR *laugh*
- tamborine = hard rockin'
- dude yeah
- oh god
- hee. constipated look of serious!
- this hurts
- you see david fighting for screen time?
- yup
- yes!
- the unecessary guitar movements!!
- no one can compete against the gross
(And then, this happened):
- arms!
- \o/
- arms
- heeee
- \o/
- \o/
- ARMS!
- \o/
- omg!
- yay!
- I like the fringe
- *dies*
- That's classy
- PAUL! legs together. please.
- this clip makes no sense at all.
- it's like five different music videos cobbled together
- yeah, there's no clear theme
- \o/
- Look at you, god knows I do, put it down to thing a called voodoo put it down to the curse of love HEY \o/
- wait, how many times does he arms-up in this?
- i LOVE this. for the bad! and the arms!
- He's singing so *hard*.
- i love that he can't stand with his legs together or keep from throwing his arms into the air at random moments
- PUT YOUR LEGS TOGETHER!
- such a dork!
- he really wants to be a rock star
- HE's ELVIS
- I fear for his fertility
- Oh Paul
- PANTHER OF RANDOM
- wow.
- THAT WAS...
- I'm glad you-all were here with me for that.
- Hee.
- Paul Gross support group.
- it was...
- *pets paul*
- it was...
- wow.
- good lord
- "Hi, my name is XXX, and I was a little traumatized by Voodoo."
Seriously. This made MY DAY! Oh, Paul. You're such a ginormous dork/wannabe-rockstar. *LOVE*
So, yeah. Instead of joining in all the glee, I spent part of the evening watching the France-New Zealand rugby game at my host's place. I'm sure that (by now) most of my flist has been introduced to the greatness that are naked rugbymen. There's one special thing about the All Blacks (NZ team), though: The Haka.
The Haka is a Maori war dance that warriors performed before going into battle. It's a testosterone-ladden manly demonstration of power and aggressiveness. And it is the BEST. THING. EVER.
The Haka is not particular to NZ. Every Polynesian team has its war dance and, when two of these teams face off, this is what you get:
Finally, I couldn't resist some humour. Because we might not have The Haka in the Northern Hemisphere, but we have The Scots. Heeeeee! ♥