Pass the Kool-Aid...
Feb. 15th, 2005 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Take one and pass it on. Comedy is encouraged. Not so comedy is encouraged. Flirting is encouraged. Strange, half thought out discourse is encouraged.
Drink the frelling Kool-Aid already:
If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
(Now post this in your LJ, blah blah blah...)
The lovely Diana (
zellandyne) invited me to come and try out her Science Fiction/Fantasy Writer's Workshop, see if I like it, and perhaps see if I can get in...
Um...!!! !!!
Do I have time? Not really. Do I want to do? DAMN SKIPPY. Will I make, beg, borrow, steal time? Have I silenced Questies by singing the entire Ewok "Yup Yub" song? Have I called for help on the battle field by singing the Star Trek "Oh, look, Kirk is fighting" song? Have I raided the stacks of Cross Campus Library with Will (
resonance42) armed only with a foam sword and a "Farting Stimpy" doll? Have I driven to the Grand Canyon and back on 3 hours sleep and a bottle of Mountain Dew? Have I not tapdanced in the ladies bathroom of the Parlour Club while Cece Pleasants copped a squat? Did I not dance half naked at the last WWJD part? At far too many "I Never" parties? As a wake up call for a Quest game?
Does one even have to ask?
Pass the Kool-Aid, Rev. Jones...mmmm...
Survivor Premiere...Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society...Survivor...LASFS...Survivor...LASFS...Survivor....
DAMMIT!
Dave. Punk. I love you...I hate you...I love you my friend....I hate you...I have no cable...you dirty no good wonderful bastard...Battlestar Galactica...Farscape wasn't good enough for you, was it? WAS IT!!!
So, I was going to go up north to hang with Michael and Jen this weekend, and hit up Dundracon with Michael...but too tired...nearing brokeness (which reminds me, I need to make out my bills), and must get ahead on script pages...and start planning shots...and start making arrangements for locations...and sleep...
I've been privvy to two of the best quotables I've caught in a while:
"I remedy ignorance. That's what I do."--Diana
"...it's like Jimmy Buffet with an eyepatch and a pegleg."--Michael, on the Romanticism of Piracy
And now, I shall run around the house chanting "Woop! Woop! Woop! Woop!" before I pass out from sugar and caffine withdrawls at the bottom of the shower.
Perhaps I shall write something more substantial later...yes...that would be good...
Drink the frelling Kool-Aid already:
If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
(Now post this in your LJ, blah blah blah...)
The lovely Diana (
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Um...!!!
*COOL*
Do I have time? Not really. Do I want to do? DAMN SKIPPY. Will I make, beg, borrow, steal time? Have I silenced Questies by singing the entire Ewok "Yup Yub" song? Have I called for help on the battle field by singing the Star Trek "Oh, look, Kirk is fighting" song? Have I raided the stacks of Cross Campus Library with Will (
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Does one even have to ask?
Pass the Kool-Aid, Rev. Jones...mmmm...
Survivor Premiere...Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society...Survivor...LASFS...Survivor...LASFS...Survivor....
DAMMIT!
Dave. Punk. I love you...I hate you...I love you my friend....I hate you...I have no cable...you dirty no good wonderful bastard...Battlestar Galactica...Farscape wasn't good enough for you, was it? WAS IT!!!
So, I was going to go up north to hang with Michael and Jen this weekend, and hit up Dundracon with Michael...but too tired...nearing brokeness (which reminds me, I need to make out my bills), and must get ahead on script pages...and start planning shots...and start making arrangements for locations...and sleep...
I've been privvy to two of the best quotables I've caught in a while:
And now, I shall run around the house chanting "Woop! Woop! Woop! Woop!" before I pass out from sugar and caffine withdrawls at the bottom of the shower.
Perhaps I shall write something more substantial later...yes...that would be good...
To answer your question of italics...
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Liz
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Hmmm.
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Date: 2005-02-17 04:05 am (UTC)So, yes. Wednesday nights at The Parlour are a good time.
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Date: 2005-02-17 04:23 am (UTC)Your Question
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I wonder how he got into the house without a set of keys?
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*rolls over and go back to sleep*