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Mother always taught me: "Never eat singing food."
I love the Muppets. And I think my roommate is dating Lord Voldemort.
( This is the part of the entry about Louise, pandas, Swiss lies, and other such things. )
Then he went on to explain the Whitlam dismissal, and in fact, much of current Australian politics.
You know, I think that should be a closing line used more often. "Then he went on to explain the Whitlam dismissal, and in fact, much of current Australian politics." In fanfiction, in cocktail conversation, in mission reports, in pick-up lines, in jokes, everything.
I want to write these meta-ish thoughts I've had lately, on source material in writing and how far we're willing to go in our research and elitism and all sorts of pseudo-intellectual shit. But I need to get up early tomorrow. It can wait. Anyway, this is the rest of the entry. It's mostly what you should expect from me by now. Occasionally I feel badly for anyone who friended me for other purposes, but I comfort myself with the fact they're surely filtering me out by now. Takes a lot of the pressure off.
( The rest of the entry about random FFVII )
I have to go shopping for Chistmas gifts. The catalogues are failing me, although per their suggestions I am tempted to just get everyone festive holiday meats. Everyone likes festive meat, right? And any meat can be made festive if you slap a bow on it. I tell you, I could get all my shopping done in two aisles of the grocery store; a package of hot dogs apiece with a red ribbon wrapped around. Classy.
( This is the part of the entry about Louise, pandas, Swiss lies, and other such things. )
Then he went on to explain the Whitlam dismissal, and in fact, much of current Australian politics.
You know, I think that should be a closing line used more often. "Then he went on to explain the Whitlam dismissal, and in fact, much of current Australian politics." In fanfiction, in cocktail conversation, in mission reports, in pick-up lines, in jokes, everything.
I want to write these meta-ish thoughts I've had lately, on source material in writing and how far we're willing to go in our research and elitism and all sorts of pseudo-intellectual shit. But I need to get up early tomorrow. It can wait. Anyway, this is the rest of the entry. It's mostly what you should expect from me by now. Occasionally I feel badly for anyone who friended me for other purposes, but I comfort myself with the fact they're surely filtering me out by now. Takes a lot of the pressure off.
( The rest of the entry about random FFVII )
I have to go shopping for Chistmas gifts. The catalogues are failing me, although per their suggestions I am tempted to just get everyone festive holiday meats. Everyone likes festive meat, right? And any meat can be made festive if you slap a bow on it. I tell you, I could get all my shopping done in two aisles of the grocery store; a package of hot dogs apiece with a red ribbon wrapped around. Classy.