Meme time!: 5 words meme!
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Reply to this post by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words thatremind me of youfive words that I hope will make me learn more about you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.
1) Shiny Objects
Not much I can think of to say here…I really, really like pretty, shiny jewelry. And yet, I rarely wear any. Oh, I have some lovely stuff…I just never feel natural when I put on any of my jewelry. Definitely never when I wear a bracelet. I HATE wearing rings, I just know that should I never get married, I'm going to be terrible about wearing my ring just because I HATE WEARING RINGS. I have to be in a very, VERY strange mood to put one on my finger, and often times it ends up in my pockets a few hours later. It's been so long since I've worn earrings my piercings have closed (DAMNIT, now I need to get my ears re-pierced! I can't stand the thought my earrings going to waste, and OF COURSE once I lost my holes I started thinking I'd like to get back into wearing earrings again FML). At most I'll throw on a necklace. But generally, day to day…nothing.
2) Laundry
What to know what entirely makes doing laundry enjoyable? Listening to "Freeze Gun" aka the Laundry Day song from Dr. Horrible.
Also, I ADORE really fruity smelling detergents. And I always use more fabric softener than I should. And sometimes, I wish I had the washer I had in the apartment building I lived in when I studied aboardor two in Italy. It took forever, but it was just so DAMN WATER EFFICIENT. And it make everything so CLEAN.
3) A PIECE OF THE ACTION
FIZZBIN. I want to start a Production company named Fizzbin Productions. Tagline: "Except on Tuesday". And this is why I'll never get anywhere in life—I do everything for the LULZ, and nothing for the substance.
4) Beaches
I lived on the beach for the formative years of my life. My best friend lived in the next house over, too. Naturally, we had many (and still have many) a beach related hijink and/or shenanigan. Usually, I'm the one that would come up with the brilliant plan/scheme, and likewise, I was the one that would get in trouble…and often times, end up dragging her into trouble as well. Ever get tag-teamed yelled at by two mothers? GOOD TIMES.
My favorite memories? Snorkeling for hermit crabs, sledding down the frozen dunes (until my father yelled at us about erosion), searching the brush woods for the "fort" the two boys down the street said they had built, racing my friend on our bikes on the dirt roads, wandering those dirt roads one hurricane as we wondered where our parents had gone, bonfires and fireworks in the summer, and jumping from ice sheet to ice sheet on the water in the winter (…until my friend jumped on MY ice sheet, thereby causing it to tip, thereby dumping MY ASS into THE FUCKING FREEZING COLD Long Island Sound. Longest Walk Home…EVER. And then, as her mother put my pants and things in the dryer, we got yelled out for doing something so stupid. And then, when we went to my house, we got yelled at again. TAG TEAM MOTHERS, YOU GUYS.)
5) Stars
My dad has a telescope, pretty powerful thing too, and when I was little he'd set it up for me so I could take a closer look at the moon's craters, or try to find the other planets (…which I ALWAYS failed at). I could name the constellations and pick them out of our shitty, light polluted night sky, and on one week long school trip I took, I spent the evenings on the trampoline of the catamaran we were sailing on, staring at a glorious Caribbean winter sky and memorize what the constellations were SUPPOSE to look like, like Perseus reaching up Andromeda's skirt, and Cancer the…Box. I can Arc to Arcturus, and can find the North Star…in anything outside of a totally urban setting.
HOWEVER, to my great sadness, as my eyesight's gotten worse, even with glasses, I just can't see all the stars I used to be able too. Some of them are so blurry now, I can't even make out their dim light anymore, even when others assure me they can been seen. I've an idea still of where those stars are suppose to be, but even with my glasses on, some are entirely lost now in the black of the night sky.
But wow, yea, there was a time I was INSANELY obsessed with stars. I mean, not to the point I wanted to be an astronaut or an astronomer. But I could tell you the order of the planets in our systems, what a star is made of, how stars are born, live and die, I could tell you the mythology behind the constellations.
Also, I was CONVINCED when I was little that of the two stars that were bright enough to still be seen next to a full moon, the one on the far right was Neverland. IT HAD TO BE, IT COULD STILL BE SEEN EVEN WHEN THE FULL MOON MADE IT TOO BRIGHT TO SEE ANY OTHER STARS, COULD STILL BEEN SEEN EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE RIGHT NEXT TO THE FULL MOON TOO! THEY HAD TO BE MAGICAL! MY LOGIC WAS SOUND!—
You know, I'm STILL waiting, Peter. It's ok, I still haven't grow up yet.
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STILL re-writing my idea for my retro TV/Movie video review idea. I'm trying to write a fun introductory skit, so I can explain what I'm reviewing and why I'm reviewing it in a truly hammy and (hopefully!) entertaining manner. Also, trying to write something based on where I think I can film it and who I think I can drag along in this venture as other characters...who wouldn't want to be a character in a kitschy and campy vaguely secret!organization! spoof?! And really, who wouldn't want to watch the "Adventures" of Agent Anachronism as she saves the Free World one retro-review at a time?
...Well, back to the drawing board. And to this episode of "Man from UNCLE". Research is SO time consuming. ;)
pippie_poppins:Reply to this post by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that
1) Shiny Objects
Not much I can think of to say here…I really, really like pretty, shiny jewelry. And yet, I rarely wear any. Oh, I have some lovely stuff…I just never feel natural when I put on any of my jewelry. Definitely never when I wear a bracelet. I HATE wearing rings, I just know that should I never get married, I'm going to be terrible about wearing my ring just because I HATE WEARING RINGS. I have to be in a very, VERY strange mood to put one on my finger, and often times it ends up in my pockets a few hours later. It's been so long since I've worn earrings my piercings have closed (DAMNIT, now I need to get my ears re-pierced! I can't stand the thought my earrings going to waste, and OF COURSE once I lost my holes I started thinking I'd like to get back into wearing earrings again FML). At most I'll throw on a necklace. But generally, day to day…nothing.
2) Laundry
What to know what entirely makes doing laundry enjoyable? Listening to "Freeze Gun" aka the Laundry Day song from Dr. Horrible.
Also, I ADORE really fruity smelling detergents. And I always use more fabric softener than I should. And sometimes, I wish I had the washer I had in the apartment building I lived in when I studied aboard
3) A PIECE OF THE ACTION
FIZZBIN. I want to start a Production company named Fizzbin Productions. Tagline: "Except on Tuesday". And this is why I'll never get anywhere in life—I do everything for the LULZ, and nothing for the substance.
4) Beaches
I lived on the beach for the formative years of my life. My best friend lived in the next house over, too. Naturally, we had many (and still have many) a beach related hijink and/or shenanigan. Usually, I'm the one that would come up with the brilliant plan/scheme, and likewise, I was the one that would get in trouble…and often times, end up dragging her into trouble as well. Ever get tag-teamed yelled at by two mothers? GOOD TIMES.
My favorite memories? Snorkeling for hermit crabs, sledding down the frozen dunes (until my father yelled at us about erosion), searching the brush woods for the "fort" the two boys down the street said they had built, racing my friend on our bikes on the dirt roads, wandering those dirt roads one hurricane as we wondered where our parents had gone, bonfires and fireworks in the summer, and jumping from ice sheet to ice sheet on the water in the winter (…until my friend jumped on MY ice sheet, thereby causing it to tip, thereby dumping MY ASS into THE FUCKING FREEZING COLD Long Island Sound. Longest Walk Home…EVER. And then, as her mother put my pants and things in the dryer, we got yelled out for doing something so stupid. And then, when we went to my house, we got yelled at again. TAG TEAM MOTHERS, YOU GUYS.)
5) Stars
My dad has a telescope, pretty powerful thing too, and when I was little he'd set it up for me so I could take a closer look at the moon's craters, or try to find the other planets (…which I ALWAYS failed at). I could name the constellations and pick them out of our shitty, light polluted night sky, and on one week long school trip I took, I spent the evenings on the trampoline of the catamaran we were sailing on, staring at a glorious Caribbean winter sky and memorize what the constellations were SUPPOSE to look like, like Perseus reaching up Andromeda's skirt, and Cancer the…Box. I can Arc to Arcturus, and can find the North Star…in anything outside of a totally urban setting.
HOWEVER, to my great sadness, as my eyesight's gotten worse, even with glasses, I just can't see all the stars I used to be able too. Some of them are so blurry now, I can't even make out their dim light anymore, even when others assure me they can been seen. I've an idea still of where those stars are suppose to be, but even with my glasses on, some are entirely lost now in the black of the night sky.
But wow, yea, there was a time I was INSANELY obsessed with stars. I mean, not to the point I wanted to be an astronaut or an astronomer. But I could tell you the order of the planets in our systems, what a star is made of, how stars are born, live and die, I could tell you the mythology behind the constellations.
Also, I was CONVINCED when I was little that of the two stars that were bright enough to still be seen next to a full moon, the one on the far right was Neverland. IT HAD TO BE, IT COULD STILL BE SEEN EVEN WHEN THE FULL MOON MADE IT TOO BRIGHT TO SEE ANY OTHER STARS, COULD STILL BEEN SEEN EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE RIGHT NEXT TO THE FULL MOON TOO! THEY HAD TO BE MAGICAL! MY LOGIC WAS SOUND!—
You know, I'm STILL waiting, Peter. It's ok, I still haven't grow up yet.
----
STILL re-writing my idea for my retro TV/Movie video review idea. I'm trying to write a fun introductory skit, so I can explain what I'm reviewing and why I'm reviewing it in a truly hammy and (hopefully!) entertaining manner. Also, trying to write something based on where I think I can film it and who I think I can drag along in this venture as other characters...who wouldn't want to be a character in a kitschy and campy vaguely secret!organization! spoof?! And really, who wouldn't want to watch the "Adventures" of Agent Anachronism as she saves the Free World one retro-review at a time?
...Well, back to the drawing board. And to this episode of "Man from UNCLE". Research is SO time consuming. ;)
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Date: 2009-09-11 10:37 am (UTC)(Also: MFU-love!)
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:19 pm (UTC)Haberdashery
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And hell yea MUNCLE! If I ever end up doing these retro review vids, my MUNCLE review is my pilot episode. I just wish my brain was cleverer right now, I keep rewriting what I have to be funnier/witty/more knowledgeable of Muncle's awesomeness. Damnit I WILL introduce a new generation to MUNCLE! AND THEY WILL LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I DO!
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Date: 2009-09-11 07:21 pm (UTC)