Queen of the Obvious
Lunch, "Pirates", and Fun With Cartoons
Advisory This post will unsettle casual bystanders, especially later on.
Umm...SO freaking busy right now. If you mail me, and I'm quiet, or you're messaging me and I'm not there, it's because I'm totally in one-legged rabbit mode: hopping frantically in circles.
I haven't touched anything fanfic in like--what, a week?--or so. I did some plotting work; that doesn't translate into actual scenes. I mean to correct that this morning, but I have other work to do as well, so *shrug.* The other stuff is higher priority; I actually need it by Wednesday.
Webstuff is standing still.
Really loving the office environment. So far I've done filing, sorting, stamping, faxing, and running up and down the stairs with the mail. I can't answer phones, because I'm not an employee.
However, given that the workload at the office can only increase, my chances look very good.
Woo! Lunch! And flirtation by anonymous workmen. Sorta. I was coming up the stairs, and there were two of them at the top, talking. "...want that for my girlfriend," said the heavyseat one.
"Dude," hissed the blue-eyed one, snickering, "good luck. You'd have to sedate her, first."
And they joked about that the entire time it took me to get up the stairs.
"What are you laughing about?" I asked, because they were absolutely chortling by that point.
Their faces went blank. Evidently, I shouldn't have heard them.
"The conversation those guys were having," blue-eyes lies smoothly. He's blonde. And trim and slightly sweaty. Not bad.
Go on, blue eyes, lie to me. Or with me...the thought crossed my mind, and I couldn't look at either of them.
"Hot outside," I said, pushing past them and into the office, "isn't it?"
Decidedly Rhango behavior all 'round. ^_~
I had the nicest adventure with *Leah. She's somewhere in her thirties, and married, though we didn't talk about her husband. I like her, she likes me, life is good. She took me to "dinner"--she had dinner, and I, having already eaten, got a monstrous Diet Coke.
We walked all the way to Cafe` Trastavere, hoping to eat there. No such luck. It wasn't our sort of place, all posh swanky effeteness, and a long wait to be served and seated. (They appeared to seat patrons on a whim; we saw no host or hostess, and no customers other than one Vampire Armandish fellow who vanished behind the wine rack so swiftly that I'm still wondering if he was a ghost.) Neither of us were very comfortable there, so we breezed through the restaurant and out the door. I noticed a sticker in the window as we retreated: Zagat Rated.
Instant Buffy connection. ("...drinking pigs' blood out of a novelty mug. Doesn't rate high in the Zagat's Guide.") I used it to break the ice.
"Yeah, see I sound like I know what I'm talking about, and I get it mostly from watching TV." She laughed and relaxed visibly after that.
We eventually ended up at that finest of dining establishments, 7-11. She had, I think it was a Lunchable. DIET COKE! *^_^*
(My family's been on a soda-free diet for like five weeks; mom's doctor told her to quit, so we all have. Solidarity: another name for "torture".)
Everything went fairly well. The only problem being that Leah lives in Jacksonville. Heh, my friends living hours away. Where have I seen this before?
Anyway, that was Friday.
Saturday, I spent with mom. She took me to Pirates of the Carribean. That was worth every penny. I love a picture that has all its swashes buckled *^_^*
I'm totally hunting down the score. That's a mad score. I want that score.
See, Freezepop just needed to be given a chance ;^) I have a lot of their better songs. (Including the original version of "Science Genius Girl".) Hop on the Messenger sometime. Ask and ye shall receive. Seriously, we ought to work out a time that we're both online and trade at some point. Or just bs with each other, or whatever.
You know, your characters have my characters all curious. Like they're ready to bombard you with questions and I'm not entirely sure I should let them. Mileena, for instance, is dying to know your favorite color and what you would do with a castle's main hall decor-wise if you got the chance. She's our closet Trading Spaces addict, and she's enamored with your sense of taste. Brin is fascinated by Braeden's hair. AND Cai Yue, but she'll try and behave herself. I expect that'll work for all of ten minutes...Baraka wants to see how to drive a car (NOT something I'd recommend letting him do...) And they're waiting to see what your radio is like, and what kind of
weather you like best, and what you like for breakfast, and the list gets longer...
Sunday: Replacement Killers work, basically doing nothing. Sleep to replace all the sleep I lost (like 20 hours or so).
Monday: finished downloading a My Little Pony episode. Escape From Catrina. That episode is the bomb-diggity. It features a drug-addicted catwoman on the dominating end of an abusive relationship with a shapeshifting reptilian sorcerer.
Of course, by the end she's all cute and fuzzy and woman-identified--this is friggin' MY LITTLE PONY we're talking about, here. I don't care.
Good old days, hah!
I like playing rough
And if you don't like it, tough!
I've had enough I'll hear no more
About the good old days
Sing it, Catrina *^_^*
How can you not be in love with a badgirl that purrs, hisses, causes thunder and snowstorms, and wears heaping great gobs of magenta eyeshadow?
The dialogue, and the "lead" characters, are basically nauseatingly pure and good. Catrina, for her part, is the typical overdone example of badness. (LOVE her voice actress.)
But she has really great eyeshadow. And there's that whole mutton-sleeve dress she's wearing in the "good old days" sequence--that 1909 look really suits her ^_^
Hmm. From my earliest days I exhibited a deep attraction to the wrong side of the story. I'm in love with all the characters that have something terribly wrong with them. I mean, if we can take anything from this episode of moral value (idiotic, since My Little Pony existed for the sole purpose of selling the toys, which worked quite well with me) it's this: drugs bad. Hurting people: bad. Enslaving them to get your drugs: extremely bad.
Oh, and uh, being power-hungry? The ultimate bad. Be a good little unassuming girl who wears skirts and doesn't know what a headache is, or how to plead one. ^_~
Stupid? Very. Chauvanist? Of course. (Megan, the "human" girl, is as abrasive as ever, especially in her caretaker role to the nursery ponies.) Actually, I'm thinking of doing some kind of mini-essay on this episode and what it actually says about feminine identity. Give me awhile...we'll see what turns up in the Vanities section, hey?
Even ignoring the drug context, what we have is a woman that's very clearly abusive of her man.
Until she sees the light and decides to go the hell back to the kitchen where she belongs. For a guy who isn't particularly good-looking, or particularly strong, or much of anything, and heaven knows what she saw in him in the first place. In the end, he wins because he's male.
Noo, I'm not feminist. Really, I'm not. I just think Catrina 0wnz Rep (the guy) in a fight.
Go on, let it out
Breathe out! Breathe in!
Put your back in it
Let your knees bend
All that said, she really does look beautiful in a dress at the end of the show. By 80's production standards, she does an excellent job of being embarrassed and hesitant. Although how they got her to blush through all that fur--and the physiology of getting a cat to blush in the first place--remains a mystery. Though, again, that dress is so nice.
My other weakness: pretty things. I'm one of those that'll trade control in a minute for something lovely. Of course, when the intoxication of said pretty thing wears off, watch OUT.
Or, to put it another way:
"Cheat on ME, will you? You like humiliating me in public, is that it? TASTE MY PAIN, BITCH. Grr! RAAAR!--Oh, look, silk! For me? ^_^"
(Twenty Minutes Later)
"What do you mean, 'We should see other people' and 'I owe you money?' *Elbow-punches him across the room*. F*CK you, pal. No wait, on second thought: not even in your dreams. Bastard."
Mmm, I'm taking screencaps of this one *^_^*
Journal icons, maybe. Or just to keep to myself. I have a huge collection of images that I just keep. I'm a computer packrat that way. I still have some beautiful ones of Niko Dal'Ariel from last year's Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers obssession. And a gorgeous one of Captain Foxx screaming in pain. You can see the tears on his face. *Leans forward and licks them away.* Don't be so sad, lover. Just hold still, and it'll all be over soon.
I think that was the moment I knew I was...different...in some very special ways. Zach Foxx, out of his mind with pain, crying the only tears I ever saw a man cry on a superhero show, and I'm sitting there going, "He's lovely...and he looks better screaming."
I Frenched my babysitter about a week thereafter. THAT didn't go well. He was so shocked he almost dropped me. Tasty little thing. Spoiled me for future kisses, honestly. Of which I haven't had many. Boys tend to be scared of me. Can't imagine why >^D
In my fandom, REAL women wear fur *^_^*
Sorry, never had sympathy for the baby seals. Never felt bad for the cows that ended up on my dinner plate. I did worry about the ozone layer, but only because that was global.
Quotes for the day:
"What kind of role model are you?"
"...I'm not one."
Now you want to save us
And you want it all
And you want to transmit
'Cause you want the call
And you want the one to make the worlds collide
But since that has happened
Who knows what's inside?
No, I'm not the same
No, I'm not the same
No, I'm not the same
Come on everybody,
Drop the Bomb
Yeah, come along
Sing this song
Get up everybody
And drop the Bomb
Excuse me while I jam with Powerman 5000 *^_^*
The things we do to the people that we love
Sing it, Bush!
The way we break
If there's something in the way
Destroy the world that we took so long to make
And since I'm in a really scary mood, I will leave you alone now, and go write mutantshipping until it wears off ^_~
Dominatrix Jheti comes with everything you see here. Keys to the handcuffs sold seperately.
No, really, I'm going now ^^;
I have screencaps to do >^D
