I ran across a "Greetings and Salutations" greeting today, and my brain automatically filled in the rest of the phrase as "fellow earthlings". But I can't remember wtf that is from! Google is no help, as it's common enough that it just turns up everyone and their mum's blog, LOL.

Help! Where do I know the damn phrase from???

When fandoms collide and Photoshop gets involved...

The caption was, "Please state the nature of your temporal emergency." Hee. Made me blink! Y'all may have already seen it but if not, it deserved the chance to break other people's brains, too. *g*

I also stumbled across this post, which I thought worth quoting:
Stop telling me I should be looking for my knight in shining armour to be riding up on his white horse. If that knight rides up trying to save me from god only knows what, I’m taking his horse and his sword and leaving his patronising ass at the side of the road.

And a rather lengthy post on why one should date a girl who reads, which I thought was absolutely fantastic. ( Quoted under here.Collapse )

And then, after reading it, I started wondering when, exactly, I stopped being a girl who reads. And perhaps more importantly, why? I sort of know the answer, in that I only have so much time and attention and the hours I used to spend with a book are mostly eaten by writing and reading on the Internet. This, of course, is why during the two weeks or so last year when I was entirely without computer or television, I read like eight books. Last fall, I picked up a two-in-one YA novel that I'd started ages ago (my receipt for Cradlesong was playing bookmark, and that came out June '09, lol), but put down when I moved from that place to the previous-to-now place in July '09. Then when I started it again - having forgotten the three chapters I'd read, naturally - I ended up zooming through it and buying the next three two-in-one books in the series, and devouring those, too. There are a few more in the series as well, but by that time I was getting ready to move again, and didn't want to go buying any more books! Because despite not reading so much, I have still managed to acquire a fair few books, most of which are on my TBR pile still, obviously.

I still self-define as a bibliophile. I am reminded of a conversation I had with the mother whilst I was packing to come to England, though. She said that I'm a book lover, yes, but I'm not a true bookworm the way she is, because that space in me is filled with music.

I think she's right. But I still get a very great pleasure from browsing the used bookstores along Charing Cross Road when I'm in London, and the scent in there makes me happy. ♥

As has become fairly typical, my mind goes as blank as the page when I open a new LJ post. There've been a lot of instances over the past year and a bit when there's been a constant stream of narrative in my head and then when I actually sit down to type something, it all goes quiet and I end up closing the tab some time later, the post unwritten.

I don't know why, exactly. Some of it is a general disconnect. As I've continued to be quite involved in the Establishment RPG, which kind of creates its own little crossed-fandoms world, I've had less to say that didn't incorporate one of my pups from there, which is a topic that's seemed to be completely uninteresting to those outside of Est. Continuing to talk about it here felt more like inflicting unwanted information on people than like squeeing. And everything else, well, most of it I wanted to ignore as much as possible, not pontificate about! The work stuff has consumed a huge portion of my year, but has also been of a more sensitive nature than I can really talk about in a venue like this.

All of which brings me to an excerpt from this interview with Carlos Santana about Guitar Heaven, that popped up in my Google Alerts for Rob, and the way he's expressed himself here has been making me thoughtful (bolding is mine):
I love being sixty-three, and I wet my finger and put it on the pulse of my wristband, and I’m in touch. Some hippies, they’re back over there. I’m very current. I don’t necessarily listen to everything that’s on the radio, but I’ll say it like this: I’m still relevant right now (laughs). I’m not a yesterday guy. I’m not a mañana guy, and I’m not a yesterday guy. I’m right now, this instant, can I touch my heart, can I touch your heart? And if I can motivate you to in a gentle way, as an invitation for you to accept that you’re significant and meaningful, that you matter and you can make a difference in the world, that’s the ultimate goal. Whether it’s Bob Marley or John Coltrane, that’s the ultimate goal, to utilize music in the media and this interview for. We remind people that everyone is significant, meaningful, that everyone matters and everyone can make a difference in the world. Stop saying my little opinion, my little two cents, and just my little this. There ain’t nothing little about you, except your perception of yourself. And that’s not arrogance. That’s claiming that you are alive and you can create miracles like Jesus. It ain’t just Jesus. Jesus kept telling us, you will be doing things that I won’t be able to do. Jesus didn’t create the Golden Gate. Although we’re all one, he was very clear that you, Bill Palmer, are capable of touching people’s consciousness with this interview. Because you’re one hand and I’m the other. The questions that you ask me allow me to invite people to say, look beyond Guitar Heaven. Just look at your life in the mirror and say, right or wrong, Carlos went after it. Can you go after it with the same zest and the same passion?

With a few notable exceptions, 2010 was The Year of Suck. 2011 is already better. *relaxes in own living room with tea, Frog and Jack*

"There are exactly as many special occasions in life as we choose to celebrate."
~Robert Brault

Honesty in spam titles: Boner Meds On Web.

Forget-me-nots may be my favourite flower.

The forecast for the next week is clear and sunny and beautiful. Just like the last two weeks. *checks country again*

How do you pronounce Eyjafjallajoekull anyway?

Need to make a proper post but have not had the energy. Suffice it to say that I actually started the new job on the 15th - though physically moved desks only yesterday - and my head is so stuffed full of information it's not funny. Tomorrow I get to interview temps and pick one. Wish me luck!

Coming home today, though, there was a mix of sun and rainshowers and there was actually a rainbow right over my street! Made me happeh. *g*

Overheard yesterday: Facebook is just stalking for lazy people. *dies laughing* So much win.

"The here and now is all we have, and if we play it right it's all we'll need."
~Ann Richards

I'd totally forgotten Rob said that. I am now LMAO because everyone else I know is all aaaahhh! at just the idea of Pookie!slash. *snickers* Man, I really haven't listened to this for a long time. I'd forgotten that he covered Let's Dance in it, too. ♥

I *had* other things to post about, but that line caught my ear and now I've gone all ADD. I've been unusually flighty this week. Normally, I'm more That Girl Who Pays Attention, but between the 24/7 pup mutterings, the decided shortage of sleep, the impending excitement about Metallica and a few other things, my brain is shot, dude. *re-teaches Metallica to the spellchecker*

Oh! Well, this excited *me*, lol. There's a sandwich place near work that has Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, the proper regular packages, that are actually made in Canada. Squee.

... All right, I need to go back in my corner. I still don't know what Lonely No More is the only song he's ever played "____" but repeated listenings to the phrase confirm that it's "with (something)" and *not* "naked," which is what I heard the first time. *facepalm* Wishful thinking much???

I have a ridiculous amount to post about, actually; enough that I'll be here all day if I do anything in-depth, so you get bullet points.

-Subject line was my introduction to cookie2697's flatmates, LOL. They were arguing some lit crit thing, I believe about The Merry Wives of Windsor, and it so happened that that phrase was shouted just as Anne and I came in the front door. We were entertained.

-Pride London was fun. We watched the last bit of the parade go round Trafalgar Square whilst we stood near the Canada House and drank pink champagne. Really, really *bad* pink champagne, as it turned out, but that was okay.

-Chilling and talking at stargazerdavid's was much fun, as was introducing Anne to the joy that is Top Gear. Heeeee.

-The Doctor Who season finale was amazing. This will get its own post soon but suffice it to say, I adored it.

-Moar Top Gear with looking_spiffy!

-I finally have Stop Drop and Roll!!! in my hot little hands. :D Back when it first appeared on Amazon UK, it was showing as an expensive import, so Anne said she'd bring me one. And maybe it's silly, because it's not like there's any outward indication of it being any different, but it feels special to me that it was bought in northern California. I love that the CD itself is in a little paper sleeve inside the cardboard case, just like a vinyl album. I hadn't actually listened to the newer songs as much as the rips I have are filenamed all "unknown" and stuff, so they're a pain to find, which means I'm quite enjoying being able to play the CD proper.

-Had an interview today. It went well. I think partly because I don't really want the job, lol, so I was pretty relaxed. It's in the same field as the one I'm interviewing for on Thursday, with a similar level of ability/responsibility, but it's farther away (though still walkable), more stressful environment, and a fair bit less money. Nonetheless, worth interviewing for, especially as the other job is obviously not guaranteed, and it gives me more practice before the more important interview, so it's all good. I have a bunch of prep work to do for that one yet so I'll be working on that tonight and tomorrow.

-I'm apparently an Est precedent-setter, LOL. No one who's not already a player has ever requested an NPC creation! Until me. *dies* So that's all approved, and oh_johnny_ and I shall get going on our scene. I'll come to some kind of conclusion about what I want to do after that, if anything; I did get approved to actually take Rob in-game and play him, too. I suspect I eventually will take someone in, for the experience and because it scares me, both of which also mean that I'll likely settle on Hetfield if I do. Though with the more relaxed updating rules in place now, I could probably field both of them. Like I said, I wanna see how things go with Rob before making any commitments. I've gotten hella commitment-shy in the last few years, lol. So weird; I'm usually more given to *over*-committing.

"May you live every day of your life."
~Jonathan Swift


GMail offered this up as the "funny quote of the day," but that isn't the way I see it. Sure, there's the cynical, pedantic interpretation but there's also a more profound layer of meaning. Maybe you have to have spent some time in the colourless limbo of a half-life before you understand that in fact, living every day of your life might be the best thing someone could ever wish for you. :)

I found some print-outs of old emails (why I kept all those, I do not know), and one of them was one of those forward-type deals with a lot of quotes about love, life, etc., except that someone had sent it back to me with commentary under each quote, mostly sarcastic. And I pulled one response out and replied to it with this (his comment in all caps):

>What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying
>is the person who made you cry?
>IF SOMEONE KNOWS THE ANSWER TO THIS ONE, PLEASE TELL ME

The answer is that you learn to make yourself stop crying. No one else can, or should, do it for you.

A quote! From evaine: "Well, there should always be periodic pauses for flailing."

*nods firmly* :D

Duuuuuude. Okay, this is a Bud Light commercial. Yes, it tastes like dog piss, but, this is SO FUNNY. Description: This guy has mastered the universal language of "Dude." Join him as he navigates the obstacles of everyday life. I love it! Seriously, I think Bud has stolen Molson's ad team. The Molson Canadian ads used to be the best thing ever (cultural icon, for example: "My name is Joe and I. Am. Canadian." :D) but right now, there are three or four Bud ads that are just hysterical. This one is my favourite. (Aside to cookie2697: if I ever find my damn PhotoShop CD, I still plan to make you that icon!!!)

oxoniensis is having a porn battle. linzeestyle tells me that there were enough bandom-related prompts for it to have its own section in the prompt list. Upon perusing said list, they are mostly FBR-based or MCR prompts with a few others scattered in there, but there's a tonne of other categories too, if anyone feels like wandering over to participate and/or spectate. :D

I neglected to mention that I used 2/3 of my Amazon gc already - almost right away, actually, as there were a couple of things I definitely wanted. There were two different versions of Costello Music listed, both of which contained all of the songs I already knew, so I picked the one with the song Cuntry Boys & City Girls because I am twelve, clearly. Hee. They make excellent crack, the Fratellis do! I also got Apocalyptica's Worlds Collide, as I'd actually been trying to get that for a while and couldn't find it any-fucking-where locally. *eyeroll* Verdict? I love it. I also got two books, one on Canadian words and one reference on Canadian spelling and grammar. *happy geek*

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And I also forgot that I did see one cool thing yesterday, which I might have bought if they'd had it in black instead of pewter and if I'd been able to figure out from the information on the packaging that they were removable. Wall Talk! It's pre-fab words and phrases that you apply to your walls, and yes, after reading through the info on the site it IS removable. Very, very cool. There are various phrases that basically take all the guesswork out of doing wall-stencilling, because they are pre-arranged with precise spacing and all level, etc. so all you have to do is slap the roll down in your chosen spot and rub the letters onto the wall with a credit card. Oddly enough, the one I nearly got was the single word "passion" and it isn't listed on the site. *woe* There is, however, one phrase that brought a particular Max/Liz fanart to mind by Destinee: Life isn't about the number of breaths you take in a moment, but about the number of moments that take your breath away. (Author unknown) Awwww. ♥

Not at all caught up on eljay; busy. Also see: exhausted but too tired to sleep. Goddammit. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open at work until the last little bit, of course, and then I arrived home wide awake only not. *eyeroll*

In the last couple of days, I believe I have received all of the straggler cards, so thank you one and all! *mwah* Lovely little extras in some and thank you especially for those. ♥ Rick over on RockFic drew me a fabulous little "Red + Green Day" doodle in his card that I shall have to scan and show y'all; Mike is in a Santa suit!

Oh and pamoreno I got your package this morning and dude, you have no idea how thrilled a sparkly fluffy orange pen makes me - a *great* orange, the kind I can actually point to and say, "This is my favourite colour," without getting the O_O that sort of comment engenders in the absence of a pertinent example because people think Day-Glo Halloweenie Florida orange and that ain't what I'm talking about. So, yay! Thank you, hon. *hugs up*

Getting somewhere with the whole insurance thing. Don't wanna go into it in any detail but it's, y'know, going somewhere, so I'm feeling better about that. Even if it does mean I have to get up far too early again tomorrow, which isn't gonna help with the whole lack of sleep thing.

And then at work, payroll had a system screwup and deducted WAY more than they were supposed to off my paycheque so I'll have to wait to get the rest of my pay (as opposed to it being in my bank account tomorrow). This? Sucks. It better be sorted out fast, man.

I've been in a weird mood all day, kind of on the cusp between feeling needy-clingy-wantahugnowplz and omg!stfu. Well, maybe not so weird considering the level of tiredness. I'se crankeh. However, evaine has managed to dispel that by slinging the accusation, "You people and your wifely needs." ROTFLMAO! Not nearly as dirty in its proper context, but that's okay, I'm just gonna leave you with that. ;-D

Things I Was Supposed to Do Today that Actually Got Accomplished: 0. *facepalm*

I was awake earlier than usual - almost 2 hours before I'd set my alarm to go off, in fact, after restless sleep, which has been the norm this week. But I got up and had breakfast, went through all the flyers and stuff, put a few decorations on the tree, etc., all very leisurely because I just felt exhausted still. Enough so that when I started getting ready to go out of the house, I decided that maybe I'd just have a little nap first so I didn't drag all day. That was one o'clock or so, I think; next thing I knew, it was almost *six*. So I didn't end up going to do stuff at all, nor did I go over to C's to play poker or w/e with a bunch of women (that I don't really know) tonight. I forgot, actually, in all the squee *wry smile* which was probably also enabled by the fact that I really didn't want to go. We might go to the movies or something tomorrow night instead. I feel kinda bad about it, especially as that's the second time I've ditched recently, but not as much as I'm relieved to not have had to go anywhere. Bah. How sad is that? I still feel pretty draggy though, even after the extra sleep and with the squeeage. I've had a cold hanging around for over a month now that refuses to either go away or actually be a damn cold and that's a big part of it. As for the rest... *sigh*

So I guess I'll be cramming in a whole bunch of stuff tomorrow, since I had a rather long list of stuff I had to go do/buy. We're at that stage of holiday shopping wherein I get conscripted to get things from one parent for the other. And since I was already stopping for Thing A for the mother, it got accompanied by Things B and C and so on and so forth. I almost told her, 'Hey, you know I don't have to do this for car privileges anymore, right? I have my own car.' LOL. I don't even mind doing it, never have, I'm just getting mildly stressed about the holidays now. I'm not getting things done fast enough this year and it's bothering me.

Of course, I'm not helping matters by taking time that I should be using to complete my story for xmas_rocks to figure out lyrics instead. Heh. It's been some time since I did the rewind-and-replay-endlessly thing! Also, Red Tide's rhythm reminds me of Tired of Waiting for You, off Shenanigans. That sleepy, almost wistful feel. Except with sexier vocals, right _somniac_? ;D

ETA: revid pointed out to me that the quote at the beginning of She's a Saint Not a Celebrity sounds like an older movie quote. Any movie buffs able to place this one???
I'm loud, and I'm vulgar, and I wear the pants in the house because somebody's got to. And I'm gonna HOWL it out. And I'm not gonna give a damn what I do, and I'm gonna make the biggest goddamn explosion you've ever heard.
ETA 2: evaine has confirmed revid's suspicion: It's Elizabeth Taylor in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf. Thanks guys! ♥

I've been slowly picking through my U of T alumni magazine, as I usually do (not the most scintillating reading but it's good in small doses and I like to at least try to keep up) and there's a wee article in the current edition on an upcoming book entitled, A Glorious and Terrible Life with You - Selected Correspondence of Northrop Frye and Helen Kemp 1932-1939. Helen, btw, was his wife and a U of T graduate and itinerant intellectual as well, and the article mentions that they were rarely in the same city, and gives an excerpt from a letter of his from May 1935 that I simply *must* quote:

"Do you love Helen as she deserves? Can you do so, you snuffy snivelling pot-bellied hay-haired old friar? And thus I stand more or less paralysed, wanting badly to commit myself to something, communism, Catholicism, pedantry in any line, and realizing that I can't; that the only thing I can commit myself to is my religion and my wife, one being in the clouds and the other in Europe. So I rush around squealing, like a pig in a fire, or sit around with large ideas and not doing anything about them, like a eunuch with an erection."

Yes. Yes. That is EXACTLY what my life feels like right now: I'm a eunuch with an erection. *laughs* (Biology aside, clearly. :P)

The things you can learn from the newspaper, dude. The weekly entertainment guide has a column by the owner of Sexy Girl, which is a sex toy home party type business. This week's dealt with intimate piercings. ( I had no idea this is where the 'dress left or right' expression came from!Collapse )


Rock'n Black: aka the fall collection for Maybelline. I was in the drugstore today and I always poke around the cosmetics section to see what's new, and there was this. I picked up the little booklet with the 'looks' and, omg, some of the shade names had me giggling right there in the store. ( And the blurb explaining the 'Rock'n Black' style made me grin, too - and think of a certain pretty blonde lady who goes with the Dirnt. ;-DCollapse )

It's basically a heavy eye/nude lip combo (hi, autumn staple), but the shade names hee! There are three lipgloss shades, all neutral paler colours with lots of shimmer: Pink Alternative (pink), Blushing Bass (plum), and Punk Rock Peach (peach). *gigglesnort* Um. There's a Punked Out Peach blush too, and a Pop Princess Pink (that at least GOES). Loads of black eyeliner, okay, but...er, peach??? However. Ten minutes later, I'd gathered up the stuff I'd actually gone in to buy, and was still giggling to myself, so I'm now the proud owner of a tube of Punk Rock Peach gloss. *sporfle* Which looks quite nice on me, actually (and I expect I'll have a little giggle every time I apply it). But not remotely punk. *G*


I got my hair cut today - nothing new, just out of my eyes. Even my stylist can't tell where the dye ends and my natural hair colour starts so it doesn't need to be done again, w00t. I confess to a certain amount of boredom but perhaps I'll look into getting some clip-ins or something because I'm also really appreciating how soft it feels again finally. And not dripping dye onto my clothes when I get caught in the rain, or having to bleach out my hair towel... Red is such a pain in the ass, unfortunately.

Aaaand I also got some Christmas shopping accomplished. Another w00t! Those of you thinking, 'Ewwwww there's all kinds of time for that,' can just be quiet because I have to have almost everything done by American Thanksgiving, which is just over a month from now. So there. :P

Once upon a time, a Tas was born, ( and then stuff happened (it got longer than I thought!).Collapse )

I have to post this before I forget it - I overheard a snippet of conversation as I was leaving work. Two women were discussing weddings and one said that she thought the idea of spending five minutes at the beach with a minister or justice of the peace and the hell with everyone else was the way to go. To which the other woman replied in a sing-song voice:
"'I do' ; 'I do' ; See ya later ; Let's go screw!"

*dies laughing* I love it! :D

We won't talk about how it's currently 21°C with a humidex of 27°C, at almost ten o'clock at night at the frigging end of September. *points accusingly at the Ontarians* You guys could've kept this shit, y'know. :P

Argh I'm having some ant issues. My guess is that they've scurried inside because the back lawn was cut the day before yesterday and their hills were disturbed. *scowls* Time to make the rounds with the boiling water again, I guess. It's so weird that I saw a few last night and a few tonight, but nothing in the morning. Maybe they can smell the sugar in my glass of Pepsi! *sprinkles red pepper flakes along the patio sliding door*

Today, to put it bluntly, sucked. I'm not feeling good, I'm tired because I kept doing that 'wake up every two hours' thing, and my allergies are going retardedly haywire. Granted, I'm not faultless for that last bit, but I seem to have entered a phase where eating stuff is hitting harder than usual. Maybe hayfever season proper is setting in early this year. As fascinating as it is how all bodily systems are intertwined and co-dependent, I do not require a daily reminder, thanks so much.

Because of all that, I was hoping to have a relatively smooth day at work, which was not to be. Although for a change, it wasn't customers making me want to bang my head against the wall, it was co-workers. My mood upon leaving for home today could best be described by one of Jeff's priceless quotes: "I don't want to kill anyone. I just want to watch them bleed profusely." Bah, and I feel like such crap physically that I couldn't even milk that angry frustration for anything productive.

Things did, however, look up when I got home to find pretty, shiny mail. *snugs looking_spiffy* Thanks again, dear.

Tomorrow after work I'm off to pick up the BF and probably get food before we head over to Chapters to mingle with the other crazies and stand in line for our books. And then I'll drop her home and come back and read, goddammit. :D

I am currently obsessing over a different Snow Patrol song, Set the Fire to the Third Bar, one that features Martha Wainwright as well in what might be the most perfectly impure harmony I've ever heard. Their voices complement each other beautifully but never blend; each remains distinct and unique, which is perhaps the ideal state for a song about the distance between two people.

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places


Speaking of quotes...

"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines

I like that one, and I'm posting it alone, without all the chain-letter-y rigamarole that's been attached elsewhere because all that stuff makes me feel like I'm being evaluated as a supporter/non-supporter/what-have-you and I don't enjoy that regardless of my beliefs. :-)


My favourite quote, however, remains the wise words of one Robert Southey, whosoever he might have been:

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.

*hugs* and ♥ to all.

This post is a short, concise explanation of how you get to be a good writer. Worth a look. :-)

The weekend is drawing to a close. I got a tonne of online stuff accomplished and very little RL stuff, lol. That's all right. It was lovely to just be *alone*, though it did remind me that there is a reason I hate to cook: I suck at it. How I can be a whiz with desserts and fucking useless with real food continues to escape me. Especially since I'm not that big on desserts, either.

The "Style" section of the TV Guide for next week focuses on Rock Star: Supernova and there's some comments from the stylist for the show, who got drawn into doing the show b/c she's Tommy Lee's private stylist. Anyway, she's talking obviously about what kind of clothes she searches out for the various guys, and she says this gem:

"Both Dave [Navarro] and Tommy really like being naked, so I put them in a lot of open shirts. It shows off their tattoos. They're wild and look a little scary, but underneath they're all sweethearts."

*dies laughing* Yes, because if you're wearing a shirt that already exposes most of your upper body, it will lessen your urge to take off your pants. Or something. Oh man, that's just too funny. :D But clearly it's an inaccurate conclusion, because Mike Dirnt wears a lot of open shirts. heh

Hmm, what else? Oooo we set the first writing exercise at qeverything and while it was inadvertantly a little harder than we'd kinda planned on, it's going well. Yay! It's a bit of a learning curve b/c I can't remember the last time I set an exercise like that, and I know I haven't done one myself for a long time so it's really nice to stretch.

I totally forget the rest b/c Julie just called so I have to go pick up my stuff from her and then come back and do all those, "Shit, I have to work tomorrow," kinda things.

The other thing was the equation that beelzezuk and I came up with: Tattoos + wild onstage + wiry muscles + holding baby = fucking awesome sex

Hmm. Oh, and that and_ed is a distilled genius for her somewhat intoxicated commentary on that Hitchin' screencap. *grins*

Peculiar day. The friends I usually spend my time with were off today and Jeff is gone of course, so I spent my lunch and that mostly alone. I haven't done that in a long time and it was strange. I think the strangest part was that it took me quite a while to adjust to *not* spending that time alone, because I always had in previous jobs - I'd read or write over my lunch hour. The one temp position I had when I was doing that gig here was right downtown during September, and I'd walk down to the waterfront and eat lunch watching the kids go on Theodore Tugboat and the guys and their motorcycles, just enjoying the sunshine. September in Halifax is fucking beautiful. It's interesting that I've now grown so accustomed to having friends around me in a lot of situations, so that it feels odd when I'm by myself. Not a bad change to happen. I still need actual solitude and it's not like I can't figure out what to do with myself when nobody's with me (not that, you pervs, I was at work), it's just good to have company that I care about. :-)

I have an interview meme to do but I'm completely stuck after looking_spiffy's random supergroup suggestion broke my brain so I'm putting it off for tonight. Yes, darling, I know that means it'll go up after you leave for Download but you'll be able to see it later and it's your own damn fault anyway. :P *tangoes with you*

In other news, last semester I played APA-style advisor for an English major's psych papers and I'd totally forgotten that she said she'd make me a Green Day collage. Et voilà! Armageddon Flame by linzeestyle. :D Unexpected prezzies are wonderful, thank you hon. *smooches*

Quote of the day: my mother was asking the rhetorical question of why hadn't she done something the easier way, and my dad piped up with this gem:
"We don't understand how your brain works. You talk to shoes."

I cracked up, anyway. xD

Other randomness: I have decided that I prefer the album version of Prime Time Deliverance to the acoustic. The latter is gorgeous, but it cuts off almost the entire original end of the song - which I *like* dammit - and I don't so much like the sampling that replaced it. However, either version or damn near anything else Matt Good's done makes for excellent angsting music so yay.

Spent a bunch of time tonight trying to fiddle with my mom's network adapter card, to no avail so far. I'm out of blank CDs and since she's offline, I d/l a newer driver for her thing but can't get it to her b/c her puter doesn't recognize my wee flash drive and the file's too big for a floppy, and of course she can't get online! I emailed it to her anyway just in case she does while I'm at work or something. I feel bad about it, b/c I'm not having any trouble and she used to be totally fine on dial-up until we networked and she's *supposed* to piggyback on my DSL connection. Siiiiiigh. But, I did finish answering all the question meme yay me. Some of those are hard, like what have I always wondered about you. I'm not so much one for sitting around wondering. If I wanna know that bad, I'll be crass enough to ask! Anyway that required too much concentration and attention so I'm skipping the Interview Me meme this time. Might throw out the 30 Questions one soon.

Also, may I just say that I giggled every time someone on my flist who's not in the Green Day fandom named off GD songs and quotes and stuff that makes y'all think of me now? *entertained and warmly fuzzy*

Last but not least, for those who participated and those who did not, there is a quote that I love that reminds me of each of you:

"No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth."
~Robert Southey

Because y'all are worth pure gold. *smooches*