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lady_stargazer
...is it narcissistic to say that i kind of totally want to move into my wedding band au universe? because i dooo, oh god. my ideal career choices go like this: 1. film director 2. oscar-nominated screenwriter (hey hey dream big okay) 3. MEMBER OF A WEDDING BAND. |
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let it try. / July 25th / 8:45 PM / Feeling / Hearing  tiredFeeling / Hearing broken | unkle / 39 thoughts / Share |
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leucocrystal
I've seen XF2 three times now. Yes, already. (Getting into the premiere was a complete surprise, so it's not as if I'm trying for a record in 72 hours or anything ridiculous like that.) We already had our tickets for the midnight show at the Arclight Sherman Oaks (great theater!), so naturally we went! Matt even drove all the way up from San Diego just to have the shared experience of seeing it with all of us (he really liked it, too). Laugh all you want at my expense (and I'm sure several of you are); I really don't give a fuck. |
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aileane47
Just found this site: http://hdfan-vidz.blogspot.com/search/l |
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aileane47
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle. |
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aileane47
Greta!! I didn't know she was so bendy and strong. Girl-crush raising... |
as requested / July 25th / 11:40 AM / Feeling / Hearing  discontent / 7 thoughts / Share |
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tonparapluie
Here is the download link for Hollaback Boy. |
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aileane47
Hey there! |
Sure. Fine. Whatever. (!!!!!!!) / July 25th / 1:19 AM / Feeling / Hearing  giddy / 13 thoughts / Share |
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exsequar
I feel about to EXPLODE with an excess of emotion. I kind of love feeling like this, whatever the reason. Usually it's a confluence of relatively silly things, but hey. This is fandom. You guys GET it.
I need to go to bed. MULDER AND SCULLY SO SOON OMG. |
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BIBA COLOOOONIA / July 24th / 10:40 PM / Feeling / Hearing  crazyFeeling / Hearing die Butzemanner - Snow | Scrobbled by Last.fm / 8 thoughts / Share |
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drusillathemad
Home from Germanfest--good times yo. Germanfest is always one of the heights of my summer and this. Yeah, awesome. I was worried, because usually it's only Fri-Sun, and this year they had free admission and were open Thurs evenings...there weren't any bands I recognized (Dorf Kapella ;__; Chikeria ;_____;) so I wasn't sure how into it I was going to be. BUT, it was super fun. Amazing weather, not too crowded, and this amazing band called Biba & die Butzemanner. They're really really good -- they play a lot of pop songs in German/with heavy German accents. The lead singer has a nice ass. I know this because he disappeared and the bassist sang for a while, only to reappear as German Pop Sensation Nikki, in a micromini with balloons shoved into the top and a thong. Yeah. Gotta love the Germans ♥ I bought a CD (and got it ~siiiigned) If anyone's interested (and everyone should hear a medley of Bloodhound Gang tunes sung with a really heavy accent) I'll upload it later/earlier/tomorrow. |
| (fic) // home // (card captor sakura(!!) // (syaoran/sakura/tomoyo; past touya/tomoyo) // (pg-13) / July 25th / 4:39 AM / / 16 thoughts / Share |
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lady_stargazer
Wow, it’s been a while for me and these guys. |
| i know i know, two posts in one day but / July 24th / 9:41 PM / Feeling / Hearing speechless / 6 thoughts / Share |
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lady_stargazer
my parents bought me a car. |
( hungryFeeling / Hearing Heal Over - KT Tunstall / 1 thought / Share |
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gaiamyles
My first week back in the working world is halfway over! It wasn't as bad a transition as I'd been fearing - it does helping liking nearly everyone I work with! Then again, the prospect of getting to go be a belay slave on Saturday's climbing trip is a pretty exciting one, too. Getting paid to go climbing is ALWAYS something I enjoy. I'm kinda-sorta looking into the High Ropes course at the Space and Rocket Center, though, in case my way-overdue six-month review doesn't go where I'd like it to. I'm not really sure where that is, but I would like to be able to continue doing recieving in the backroom, and I'd like a raise - considering that last review, Jarod got more of a raise than I did and now I'm doing much more than he is, I'm hoping that'll pan out for me. |
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aileane47
I'm uploading Dr. Horrible's to sendspace. It's currently at 56%, with 3 hours to go *crosses fingers* |
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aileane47
* I'm so excited (kinda ridiculous, feel free to laugh at me) because I just read that we're gonna get a sequel to "Jon's Bookstore" by |
we're so high! I don't know what happened! / July 24th / 2:01 AM / Feeling / Hearing  ecstatic / 61 thoughts / Share |
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leucocrystal
Um... Jesus fucking CHRIST on a cracker. YOU GUYS. I don't even... okay. *breathes* I know I've got tons of comments to reply to (and I'm so glad you guys liked my last post!), but now is not the time. |
I... am an X-Phile. / July 24th / 1:13 AM / Feeling / Hearing  excited / 9 thoughts / Share |
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exsequar
I'd just like to say one thing: |
These are my explainy hands / July 23rd / 11:01 PM / Feeling / Hearing  thoughtful / 13 thoughts / Share |
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exsequar
Hi flist! So I might have mentioned a little while ago that I was given an assignment to write a short essay about my undergraduate research experience and how it contributed to my education. The possible use of this essay is vague; admission materials were mentioned. Anyway, I just sat down and banged it out tonight, because that's how I write, at least for shortish things - I start and then I finish, with little break in between, or else I feel incomplete. Anyway, I was wondering if maybe you, my beautiful flist, with your lovely ways with words, would be willing to take a look at it for me? It is quite short, under 1000 words, and I wrote it very informally, like a story. I'd appreciate input on tone, flow, grammar, anything you feel might be improved. Even if you have no concrit, I'd love reactions of any kind, as I am kind of nervous about sending this out into the world! |
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green_griffin1
We took four loads of tree branches to the yard waste dump site thingy. It took two and a half hours. Loading the back of the van was the biggest pain, although I think cleaning out the van (which still has to be done) will be much worse. At least dumping the branches was pretty easy. Tucker decided to join us for the rides and even decided to try and get out at the site on loads two and four. Dad had full control of her the first time she decided to exit, but he had to chase her down the second time. Now that huge pile of tree branches on the deck is gone, I feel a little sad about that because I can no longer easily tell I did any work on the yard. |
Ficy Things / July 23rd / 6:49 PM / Feeling / Hearing  chipper / 26 thoughts / Share |
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clex_monkie89
So. Finally posted my Big Bang. I think people like it, no? I totally have to respond to comments on it. Either tonight or tomorrow, probably. I'm kinda enjoying being lazy right now. :P |
| Fic! For me! / July 23rd / 8:28 PM / / Share |
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fairestcat
So, back in May, I carpooled with |
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aileane47
1.- http://www.panicatthedisco.es/album/inde |
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wolfshirts
So, a weird thing happened. I was listening to "You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison" on my iPod and it came to the part where Bert is giggling and Gerard is talking about card games and doing pushups in drag. Except that I could only hear Bert's voice, not Gerard's. The first thing I thought of was, "Bert ate Gerard's voice!" |
let us go and make our visit. / July 22nd / 11:01 PM / Feeling / Hearing  grateful / 35 thoughts / Share |
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leucocrystal
I lay awake last night in the hotel in Calabasas, just outside of beautiful Malibu, unable to sleep. Too much news and excitement, nervousness and adrenaline all swirling in my veins, synapses firing mercilessly. Ruminating quietly, alone, on the days ahead of us, and how we had all come to be here, together.  How can I possibly fully explain everything, or even anything close to that estimation, that this show means to me? Has meant, and continues to mean; how it has shaped and molded and inspired me? How it pushes me on, knocks me down, kicks me around, and yanks me back up again, while I soak up every minute of it? How can someone who hasn't been there every step of the way (hell, even those who have) know what I mean, or how I feel and have felt? They can't, but they can tell me how they feel; you can tell me how you feel. For the sake of this record, here is what I feel. In 1993, I stood in the living room of my family's home, mesmerized in front of the television screen (something that rarely ever happened up to that point in my life). I watched a man, who was immediately beautiful and intriguing to me, chase a white wolf into a dense forest and fire a gun to warn he and his fellows away from a shallow grave; saw him break down and cry, alone, in a sparsely lit church. I didn't know what I'd seen (I was promptly yanked upstairs by my mother), nor when I'd see it again; I was a little eight-year-old girl who was late going to bed one fateful Friday night. How could I possibly have known how much of my life would be affected by the few minutes I'd stumbled upon? Over the years, I came to see more and more of the show; came to love and respect the actor behind that man who'd arrested my complete attention years before, came to adore and abscond with that show like a secret treasure of the ears, eyes and mind. It heightened my vocabulary, it made me think, it made me imagine a world beyond my own, it made me believe. See Mulder and Scully; dark coats blotting out the sky behind them, shoulder to (not quite) shoulder, in step both in their fierce loyalty and in their deep, wounded hearts. In love first in mind; friendship and partnership stronger than anything, and above all else. I saw pure love in all these things and more; small touches rife with meaning, long looks full of promise, and ultimately support and comraderie in their darkest hours. JET once wrote a farewell of sorts to the series, and it made me cry the first time I read it (and still does). This show, MY show; I so often say it, as do many of you, in such a way: "This SHOW, GAH." or words to that effect. If you haven't seen it, haven't felt it, you just don't know. I once walked miles, on my own, to greet an empty field, and it was one of the most personally significant moments of my life. I watched the dying sun hit the browning grass that stretched out before me, and I knew I could never answer if someone were to ask me why I went; no one but myself. Today I drove through Venice, saw new little beach homes being constructed in the empty spaces between half-streets. One tiny lot housed nothing but a concrete base and three metal staircases, reaching upwards into nothing; gaping open and waiting toward the skies. This is us, this is me, for the next 48 hours, give or take (depending on time zone, access, et cetera); waiting with our hearts open and our minds aching for that first stretch of ground to appear, to open up to our feet, and carry us on to continue our journey. Fifteen years of my life; on and off and then forever on, and these few words are merely the tip of the iceberg, though I don't know what else to say. These people are real because Double D and GA and countless others; the writers, directors, crew members and all made them so; so real they almost hurt to look at sometimes, that we can almost hear them speaking in the silences or lurking in the shadows, can almost smell the lingering scent of a cigarette; can wade in the sea of the vast imagination they helped create. It's not over tomorrow, nor the day after, nor the day after that. It just keeps on going, because, like Mulder, I want to believe. I do believe; that truth is out there, immortal, carried on in all of us. We are hovering on the precipice, on the edge of that staircase in the air, and the ground is fast approaching. We all built it together, and I can't wait to walk it with you. Lastly, there is absolutely no forgetting all the people I have met (in person and through no more than electronic connection), who have changed my life beyond explanation. The writers who have inspired me, who intimidate and encourage me, who lift me up even as they crush me by the weight of their talents. Alex, Farah, Wendy, Dasha, Sarah, Jennifer, tree, Kylie, Kathy, Rana, Becky, Ericka, Julie, Allie, Mary, Lisa, Kristen, Courtney, Devon, Lid, Aly, stellar_dust, Vieh, Sandee, Perla, Tiffany, Grace, Andrea, Lissie, Naraht, Cassie, Circe, Aloysia, Tamar, Diane, Jade, Erika, Phil, Elizabeth, Penumbra, JET, Susan... so, so, SO many others who I only have handles for but don't wish to divulge, as I want this to remain as personal as possible (I can only hope you know who you are). Late-night conversations, countless e-mails, IMS and comments; endless laughter and stubborn tears, stories created and told, parties hosted, squee and flail shared, hands held, hugs given and received, and ultimately: time spent. I cannot thank any single one of you enough for your time and care, can only express my wishes that we continue to share more time in the future. This show will never die, though we will, but I like to think our connections won't, either. The most important things on The X-Files are the most important to me, and quite frankly should be to everyone: honesty, loyalty, friendship, love, courage, perserverence, faith, and of course, trust. The knowledge that when you reach out into the dark, there will be someone there to grab hold of your hand (or at least shine a huge-ass flashlight helpfully in your face). "Here be monsters, Scully." "Shut up Mulder, I'm playing baseball." ♥ Unforgivably sappy? Pehaps. (Okay, likely.) Heartfelt and necessary? Without a doubt. If you're here with me on this one, then we believe the same thing. I leave you with the first stanza of a wonderful poem by Dylan Thomas, which never fails to remind me of my beloved Mulder ("all scapegrace and mettle, and built like a poem"; cheers, Penumbra, please don't ever stop writing)( ... ) For posterity's sake, if you will. For the record, I very nearly flocked this post. Laugh if you must, but yes, this is something very personal. Those who know what I mean when I say that, they're the lucky ones. Wish me luck for tomorrow! I am so fucking nervous I don't think I'll sleep one hour tonight. |
| And as we're falling down / July 22nd / 11:17 PM / Feeling / Hearing MCR - Bullets! / 20 thoughts / Share |
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exsequar
I just made brownies! Besides being delicious, this has the wonderful effect of making my whole apartment smell like chocolate. Mmmmmm. |
going about my business / July 22nd / 10:12 PM / Feeling / Hearing  awakeFeeling / Hearing Joss Whedon - Slipping | Scrobbled by Last.fm / 19 thoughts / Share |
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drusillathemad
Work is worky. I called a Mr. Manlove today, which brought much glee. I mostly try to pretend I'm not really there and doodle Revenge-era Frank and pregnant fem!Ways in my notebook. |
| And now for a different type of Wiki news / July 22nd / 9:34 PM / / 2 thoughts / Share |
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fairestcat
I set this up in response to the Open Source Boob Project stuff a couple of months back, because I saw people talking about common experiences shared by women at SF cons which sounded a lot like some of the things I'd experienced on geeky IRC channels, and, well, I figure we all have a lot in common and might benefit from getting our experiences down in one place and having something we can refer to next time something comes up. |
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aileane47
Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog videos, on sendspace: Act III: hxxp://www.sendspace.com/file/t3rmxl Act II: hxxp://www.sendspace.com/file/5y0zze Act I: hxxp://www.sendspace.com/file/5rz7ih I've watched torchwood 2x12. May have to watch it again tomorrow, cause I was to busy "OMGWTF!"-ing (it's totally a verb) and with hearts on my eyes with all the Cpt. Jack/Ianto stuff (1983? Oh, Ianto is such a baby!!) to actually pay attention. |
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aileane47
http://www.patdonline.com/gallery/album |
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