Wow. Um... Wow.


I write like
Margaret Atwood

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!




Okay, I am not going to complain about this.
The awesome thing, I imagine, about being Neil Gaiman? Is that you really don’t have to give much of a crap at all when your Amazon reviewers feel that your new book is an incomprehensible “incantation,” or if they are suspicious about your invocations of triple moon goddesses.

(Oh the horra.)

My crush Ta-Nehisi cites my other crush Larry, here.

There are long-ass introspections I keep meaning to post, and then I keep...not. Ah well. Probably best for all involved. ^__^ Instead? *drumroll * The LJ meme!

what LJ means to me, I guess? )
On the freebie table, there is a large Dunkin' Donuts box.

When you open the box, it is pristine, and on the bottom is written in blue marker: "YOUR FAT ASS DOESN'T NEED A [crude drawing of doughnut, complete with sprinkles]."

Ah, the world of women's magazines. I'm going to McDonald's later. I'm having fries. I have just decided this.

I had... I don't know how to describe this dream. 'Unpleasant' is the closest I can come, but not an actual nightmare.

My family (mother's side) has set me up with a guy of the sort I would never seek out on my own. (I'll leave it at that.) The thing is, a great many of them are on the "date" with me. This is like nineteen people of several generations. Kind of Thanksgivinglike. We are all in my cousin's apartment eating, and I'm sitting there in my attractive outfit and secretly matchy-matchy underwear (dude is on the opposite side of the room, family between, feeding us), and I'm thinking 1) How stupid, for us to sit and have a family meal when I'm about to go out and eat more with this guy. 2) Does this mean I can't have any more [unidentifiable dinner item]? 3) Why am I doing this when I promised myself that in my thirties I was not going to put myself into any more blatantly uncomfortable situations unless life was at stake?

Sitting there on the couch, bitterly thinking these thoughts, I have a newspaper spread out on the coffee table in front of me -- the newspaper is, essentially, LiveJournal, in my Refried thingamajig (very clean lines, white background, green accents) format, and it's interactive. So interactive, in fact, that when I accidentally spill batter (I don't know why I have batter) over [livejournal.com profile] tammylee's entry where she has a digital picture of a still-baking cake that she has meticulously sculpted into a pink-lotus pai sho tile from "Avatar: the Last Airbender," my batter runs into the picture, into all the sculpting, and gets baked into the lines and color and obscures and ruins everything. I salvage things by slicing it all up small with a very sharp kitchen knife and (reaching down into and through the LJ entry) deep-frying the whole shebang into chips. (American definition of.)

Tams, I totally got out of bed this morning reminding myself to apologize to you and offer you reimbursement. (That is, before I woke up all the way. ^____^)

meme-ish )
So.

The rules are: When you see this post, post your own favorite poem. (Possibly you should pay more attention to that singular form there than I have. ~__^)

Gacked from [livejournal.com profile] akiko -- a Big Damn Poetry Post follows cut. ^__^ (*sigh* I will never give up the smileys. I love them.)

Pondering whether or not it would be best to just link to all of these, I thought it might be less annoying to just post them, and maybe snip the really long ones down to excerpt size. I'll try to be chronological -- as in my life, not the dates of the poetry. ALL RIGHTY:

Forgive Me. )
The original has you just put X's throughout -- I'm putting something different by anything I didn't pay for. Some of those I refuse to take responsibility for. Actually, I do not recommend this.

X -- actually put up cash to see in a theater, on purpose -- may or may not be ashamed
P -- press pass; look, you don't turn down free shite. unless it's scary
V -- video
TV -- that picture box in the corner, there
A -- airplane, aka I WAS PRACTICALLY A PRISIONER, what do you want of me

And I should think one's age matters? Surely seeing 85 films by the age of 85 is different than seeing 85 by the age of fifteen. =/

Okay, the REAL instructions follow. ;-) --Tsu



SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list, go to your own account, paste this as a note.

movie meme )

GRAND TOTAL: 110 = I am lifeless.

(Don't check my math, I'm tired.)
I can't believe this. Okay, here goes. ^___^

Rules:
Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.

Er... yeah. )
Meme, stolen from other people ^___^

The name of my band -- "Ross Technology, Inc." (the hell?)


The name of my debut album -- "[It] is Worth the Price" (This is lovely, actually. I'm supposed to use the last four words, but I can't begin a declarative sentence with "is." Won't! It's from this quote: "Flying may not be all plain sailing, but the fun of it is worth the price." Amelia Earhart (1897 - 1937) How awesome is that?)

And... my album cover... )
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vickygon/2176716952/

It all kind of works in a weird way... ^__^

meme source: [livejournal.com profile] kemayo
called to my attention: [livejournal.com profile] luckykitty ^___^

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