The Screen Adaption Of My Life

Made this icon from a photo found here. Not sure what to do with it:



Also have this Gunnerkrigg icon I made:

Inspired by the many amusing cat videos of the internet, I set out to document my cats escapades with my phone, because they are obviously very exciting and adorable being mine!

The following four links is my spirit being crushed into a fine, despair filled powder. Also features: Bad french accent while I pretend to be a french art film student doing cat documentary.

Cat Documentary 1: Cat does something mildly interesting with string

Cat Documentary 2: Cat stares at nothing, twitches. Refuses to get off table.

Cat Documentary 3: Cat stares at nothing, twitches. Dog licks the goddamn phone.

Cat Documentary 4: Cat sleeps on pig, ignores me.

Cat Documentary 5: Cat sits at kitchen table, stares at nothing.

I kind of think the point of my videos is that I'm the worst cat vidder in the entire world.

Debating taking an actual good one, with a real camera, because French Fry really is a lovely cat. And does cute things, like chase her tail's shadow in a circle in a whirlwind. It's actually pretty hard to find her when she's just sitting there staring at nothing.

In other news, in the past two days I've read Aliens Ate My Homework by Bruce Coville, and Enchanted Glass by Diana Wynne Jones. The first was most excellent and a fun read, and soon to be read to my eight year old stepbrother. The other one was very enjoyable, but once again I found myself wishing that Diana Wynne Jones was better on the story dismount at the very end. She's still my very favourite author in the whole world though.

While I didn't get many replies to my query about what Gil Grissom's confession was*, I did get Ann who devotedly replied to it on all three journal systems I posted.

This is my favourite.

For those who don't want to click, the winning entry by Ann 'Mad Dog' Larimer was:

"I make my own underpants"

*What, you don't want to make up trivia for an old episode of a show that doesn't even have that character on anymore? You bastards!

'Oral sex' definition prompts dictionary ban in US schools


This article reminded me of an important experience in my childhood, chronicled in one of my old comics.

I'm not sure if it's pro or against what those people are doing in california, but they're dips anyway.



( Zer comic )



One day Ima redraw that thing, or redo its text at least.

On CSI: Original flavour, at the end of 'Slave of Las Vegas', episode 2x08, Grissom says to Catherine that he's going to tell her something he's never told anyone before.

Then the episode ends.

I am curious what that fact is!

Hina suggests it's that he's never done his own laundry.

All of mine were eleven year old humour about bugs and noses and socks.

Episode also features: Catherine saying that when she has problems with Grissom, she doesn't paint Greg in latex and shove straws up his nose. Thank god, say I.

Why am I watching old csi? Why, it's to get back to writing my big ol' (co-written with Snacky) CSI/SPN fic yes. I'm afraid to ask Snacky if she wants to start again too because horrible things happen everytime I consider it. Kinda afraid that the next time I do, her house is gonna fall over.

( A fandom secret that caught Ann's eye and as a result, my own )


This may be my new canon for Harry Potter.

Adios, folks. Tomorrow I start my trip to Texas. Updates on my progress/if I've been eaten by a hobo*, etc, will be located at my Twitter.

Off I go into the wild blue yonder and all that.

*You think I kid. Last time I had to make Snacky post about my harrowing new york adventures. She's a good minion. Don't let her know I called her that, she thinks I'm the minion.

Ann showed me this icon. And it got me to thinking:

What would the DC universe be like of Kryptonians had looked like pandas instead of humans?

Huge question, I know!

I leave for my trip tomorrrrrrow

Omg, I keep having these super sad dreams when I go to bed.

It's not like, about my trip or anything. It's the characters from Tailspin standing around and crying. For various reasons.

This is a little better than the dreams my sister has, wherein it's Rugrats crossed with The Godfather or something and someone ends up filled with bullets.

Also, I just realized after carefully entering in exact addresses and phone numbers and emails for places I'm going on in my trips, that I am super boring. Or a control freak. Or both!*

*Not to say other people who do this are that, just that I, personally, can never do anything right in my eyes ever. Except dying my hair bright colours. I NAILED that.

In other news, I am using my Nervous icon because I am going on a trip this week and I am absolutely terrified it is all going to go wrong with the new security restrictions because of that douchebag who set his underwear on fire.

For starters, I am no longer entirely convinced I can actually bring my netbook on board because it is in a teensy backpack, not a laptop carrying case. Or if I'm allowed my ipod. The guy at the airport who answered me said I could, but that's not actually a guarantee and it's not like they'll listen to me as I go 'but the guy at two am said I could!' as they take my stuff away.

I've never actually travelled on my own before. I've claimed I have, out of shame of actually being on a trip with my mom that one year. This is my first solo trip.

I am going to die.

If not from the airports, from this little email I got tonight from the hotel I booked myself at about a month ago:

Hi [name removed],
We’re looking forward to seeing you at the Four Points by Sheraton Winnipeg International Airport. We've got a nice comfortable bed waiting for you.
You have a safe trip, now.
Your friends at Four Points

Serial killer in the closet y/mfy

( And a close up where the microphones can hear what they're actually saying )

I have like a billion unposted toy comics I really really need to put up, just so people can know what I'm talking about when I mention Casa Jedi. For now, here's the old entries.

They are really disjointed and it looks like they're full of me forgetting to post the next half (for instance, I really did explain why Kit was naked in that one picture somewhere. Oh god) or answer comments, but here's a completed Kit and Aayla one. There. That'll help.

My grandmother, after an extensive amount of mocking my brother and ranting about various rights that she never actually made clear to me. I guessed gay marriage, until I realized canada already had that for years and years, so something new must be up her bonnet.

Anyway.

Grandma: God, it must be awful to be such a cranky old bitch.
Me: Not that you've noticed.
Grandma: Not that I've noticed.

Then she pulled off her oxygen tank to go smoke outside. Well, she was an interesting experience while I had her.

Here are some fun horror comics I've read in recent memory!

I searched out the first one after reading today's Chainsaw Suit.


These are japanese comics, so those of you who are unused to this format remember to read right to left.


First comic: The Enigma of the Amigara Fault

Summary: An earthquake has exposed strange holes in the side of a mountain, shaped like people. People flock from all over to see them, and begin entering them, saying that particular holes were 'made for them'. They then disappear.

Warnings: Some body horror. No blood or guts, but you see a body look a lot like gumby gone wrong very briefly.


Found this one by going 'that can't really be right' at a tvtropes entry.

Second comic: School Mermaid (first page here. Otherwise: Follow the chapters (first is at the bottom) and choose the 'read this' link next.

Summary: It is said that if you recite the magic words, mermaids will appear for you in the school pool. If you kill one and eat its flesh, the boy you like will like you back. There are, however, some caveats and these are not normal mermaids...

Warnings: None, really. No gore.

me: "Mom?"
Mom: "Yes?"
me: "I will defeat you."
Mom: "Not as long as I have... CAFFEINE!" *coffee slurp*
me: "Wait. You're drinking coffee less than an hour before we go out for coffee?"
Mom: "Starbucks sells other things!"
me: "Yeah, but you're gonna get coffee anyway, aren't you"
Mom: "...I love coffee."


In other news, I've noticed she's started doing the old people thing of mixed up titles. Is very insistent we go see the Princess Frog.

Okay, everyone, I need some explaining.

How does 'cream in your mouth' mean 'a fail for her but an epic win for him'. It's the post's title. I am honestly confused!

EDIT: I get that the picture is about blowjobs, it's the post title that has me confused. Why is it fail for her but win for him?

From the Space Jews article on tv tropes:


Deep Ones are water negroes. That is all. Probably intentional example do to Lovecrtaft's massive, massive racism, and his being from a time when that was okay. Perhaps they're just generically foreign: Cpt. Marsh is said to have met them in the East Indies.


*covers face*

New rule: In my next Cthulhu game, except for the ones where everyone is playing cultists, I'm making my players all be black mixed race gay jews to make HP Lovecraft's little weirdo ghost cry. And probably spend the next few weeks sitting at the edge of my bed trying to negotiate it while I go 'go away! You're dead!'

That would be pretty interesting, actually. We usually have gay and black covered each game anyway.

Found this cute piece of art and decided to make myself a few icons from it. Princesses behaving badly and all that.

Sorry, people who replied to my last post about Mutant City Blues, I didn't realize you had because LJ is not sending notifications right now.

This is to let people know I replied to them.

Mysteries! Mutant powers! And a *badge*!

It's ten years in the future and 1% of the population has gained mutant powers. The mutants could be anybody, including you, but also criminals. You play the police officers keeping the city safe and solving crimes.

I need one or two players for a Mutant City Blues game that has an odd stipulation:

It's once a week, but it must always take place after ten pm central.

I've already got two players, so just need to fill out the roster a bit. You get superpowers. All information you need will be provided.

It's played via aim chat.

( What are these? Lucky Buns! Ignore the jawas behind the noms )


ALSO:



Colonel Judy Falcone on the couch of soft things. Wait, that's not a toy.

( Let's slook closer )


That's all, folks.