Pass the Kool-Aid...

[antoniusrex]

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...)

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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...!!!

*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 (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...

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Survivor Premiere...Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society...Survivor...LASFS...Survivor...LASFS...Survivor....

DAMMIT!

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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!!!

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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...

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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

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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...

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[karakara98.livejournal.com]

hmmm, now *that's* a handsome black man! ;)