November 24th, 2011

marvel - purple barton


1. Stolen from THE ENTIRE INTERNET: Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite word is now your catchphrase.

The Graduate Assistant is less than ideal, but doesn't it sound like a Time Lord name though? I am in my 8th regeneration, fair enough, and this question about clothing to the right seems to be really problematic to people who aren't sitting in their closets. But! I am wearing my PASIV shirt and a pair of blue plaid flannel pants, both of which seem terribly appropriate. [personal profile] arymabeth is my companion, for obvious reasons (the last person who texted me is Twitter, which would also be AMAZING). But, uh, my favorite word is "yollococoliztli", which just isn't going to work, because I can't be running around time and space in blue flannel yelling "Heartsickness!". I wonder if I have a favorite English word. Hmmph.

2. Speaking of PASIVs, etc, I caught the last fifteen minutes of Inception on the TV yesterday (my parents' big screen, even), and now I want to watch it about seventeen billion more times. I've never actually watched it on TV, which is sort of surprising, but not if you'd seen how small my TV is. Their little faaaaces.

I'm going through an extremely nostalgic period for my former fandoms, flist (say that three times fast). I miss my dream thieves and my gay lawyers and I'm starting to feel like I'm gonna have to be the one to turn the lights out in the SGA fandom, and it fills my heart with so much sadness, you guys have no idea.

And I kind of don't want to move on right now, flist.

3. Someone has to stop me from writing this mpreg story where Ronon and Rodney choose to have a baby through Dubious Ancient Means, except John and Ronon are together, and John is like "wat" because, you see, John and Rodney broke up ages ago and they're both still kind of, y'know, broken up about it, and John is like "COULD IT PLEASE BE ANYONE ELSE." And Ronon is finally like "Look, you fucking idiots, the solution here is a threeway" and John is like "........." and Rodney is like "IT DIDN'T WORK IN THAT KEVIN SMITH MOVIE" and I'm not sure how it ends, but I'm pretty sure they do have the threeway after all.

This was less hilarious before I wrote it down, and now I love it EVEN MORE.

4. I still need to write the story of how John and Rodney finally watch Blakes 7, and then for like a month they find it HILARIOUS to put "Space" in front of everything.

5. Dear Americans: Happy Thanksgiving, etc. Everyone else: have a good Thursday, etc.

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