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kleenexwomanFinally got time to veg out and watch "Charlie's Angels" today. Yesterday was a snow day and Mom and Brian were doing things like practicing cello and watching educational videos.
I meant to walk over to Tammy's and return the books she'd lent me, but the doctor I saw yesterday about my throat told me to stay out of the cold as much as possible. So much for the 2-mile trek in the snowy cold. The books will have to wait until next break, when the snow will have probably thawed and I can ride my bike. It may be very romantic to stand out in someone's backyard in subzero temperatures, but the downside of such a gesture is that you get pneumonia and die. Wouldn't that be a great story?
Seriously, she keeps writing these genre-riffic stories about vampires and werewolves and such, and I read them and can always see another story hidden inside. Then I'd hand them back to her and go, "Good story! Keep it up!" and make notes. If you're reading this, dear, thank you for the use of your ideas. I'll send you some advance copies once they get published. Autographed copies. AND A DOZEN DEAD ROSES.
Back on topic. Curling up on the couch with a cup of hot tea, a grilled cheese sandwich, and a parody of a famous 1970s action show is a very nice way to spend a lonely snowy afternoon. And yes, it was a parody. A very amusing, silly parody with a lot of explosions, an unexpected Tim Curry, a cute soundtrack, Crispin being very dapper and feral, boobies, Bill Murray being deadpan, plot twists that came in second or third or eighty-fifth place to the explosions and boobies, Sam Rockwell as a cute, geeky evil villian (I cannot wait to see him as Zaphod), dwarf bread muffins, and, um, Crispin. Mmm. I wish he'd do that to my hair.
So now I just have to see the first "Kill Bill," which is really kind of like the evil twin of "Charlie's Angels." Then I can write a crossover. Or at least watch the Black Mamba fight the Thin Man. In my head. Am taking bets on who would win.
Also have reminded self that I have a new excuse to write Askewniverse fanfic. Chanukah party at Jay and Silent Bob's! Yes, it's January. I don't care.
I meant to walk over to Tammy's and return the books she'd lent me, but the doctor I saw yesterday about my throat told me to stay out of the cold as much as possible. So much for the 2-mile trek in the snowy cold. The books will have to wait until next break, when the snow will have probably thawed and I can ride my bike. It may be very romantic to stand out in someone's backyard in subzero temperatures, but the downside of such a gesture is that you get pneumonia and die. Wouldn't that be a great story?
Seriously, she keeps writing these genre-riffic stories about vampires and werewolves and such, and I read them and can always see another story hidden inside. Then I'd hand them back to her and go, "Good story! Keep it up!" and make notes. If you're reading this, dear, thank you for the use of your ideas. I'll send you some advance copies once they get published. Autographed copies. AND A DOZEN DEAD ROSES.
Back on topic. Curling up on the couch with a cup of hot tea, a grilled cheese sandwich, and a parody of a famous 1970s action show is a very nice way to spend a lonely snowy afternoon. And yes, it was a parody. A very amusing, silly parody with a lot of explosions, an unexpected Tim Curry, a cute soundtrack, Crispin being very dapper and feral, boobies, Bill Murray being deadpan, plot twists that came in second or third or eighty-fifth place to the explosions and boobies, Sam Rockwell as a cute, geeky evil villian (I cannot wait to see him as Zaphod), dwarf bread muffins, and, um, Crispin. Mmm. I wish he'd do that to my hair.
So now I just have to see the first "Kill Bill," which is really kind of like the evil twin of "Charlie's Angels." Then I can write a crossover. Or at least watch the Black Mamba fight the Thin Man. In my head. Am taking bets on who would win.
Also have reminded self that I have a new excuse to write Askewniverse fanfic. Chanukah party at Jay and Silent Bob's! Yes, it's January. I don't care.
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Hello Rachel
Date: 2005-01-07 09:53 pm (UTC)John
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Date: 2005-01-08 12:32 am (UTC)I have only two things to say to you.
Date: 2005-01-08 02:44 am (UTC)2. Go to hell, and this time, stay there.
Re: Hello Rachel
Date: 2005-01-08 07:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-08 07:25 am (UTC)Also, during the scene in Knox's apartment, right after Natalie jumped out the window, I was seriously thinking "Vivian/Eric/Thin Man threesome." Or was that one you wrote?
Re: I have only two things to say to you.
Date: 2005-01-08 07:29 am (UTC)This is her live journal. You go to hell and leave her the fuck alone. Quit reading it if you don't like what she has to say. Go off in your own little world and leave Rachel to the people who love and care about her...for real.
Buh bye now. Let the door smack you really hard in the head on the way out.
Re: I have only two things to say to you.
Date: 2005-01-08 09:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-08 09:40 am (UTC)In chaptr 10 of "Shadow of . . . " the Thin Man interrupts some Eric/Vivian lovemaking, but it wasn't a threesome exactly. The Loner is far too jealous for something like that.