Jan. 8th, 2006

tinhuvielartanis: (Torquemada)
Flying with Llew is out today. It's windier than it was yesterday. I'll be going over to see him around 4 instead.

Here's a meme.

'X' marks the spot, eh? )

Holiday

Jan. 8th, 2006 03:15 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Alien)
I want to vacation in the Bermuda Triangle. It would be the perfect holiday! No one could reach me, the weather would more than likely be tempest-like, I'd get to see and experience new things, places, and people! Yeah, the Bermuda Triangle is for me. And how long would my holiday be? Hell, I could probably party down for years and no one would be angry with me when I got back. They'd just be grateful to see me. And I'd be a celebrity upon my victorious return. Mary Hart would want to interview me and I would be offered a square on Hollywood Squares, but my square would be a triangle in honour of my happy holiday. I could start my own religion and channel the spirit of an ancient Atlantean cleric whom I met during my sojourn into the Bermuda Triangle. I could establish my empire in the Pacific Northwest and welcome Sasquatch onto my thousands of acres of land whereupon he could roam, being a free-range Bigfoot.
tinhuvielartanis: (Ren WTF)
I think about things like this. It plagues me so.
  • Why is it that, when one person in a family makes it big as an actor, everyone in that family suddenly gets a chance at the silver screen? Like Alec Baldwin and his brothers. Alec is a good actor and fairly good-looking, but his brothers are all crap actors and look like cyarn. They should never have been given the chance, but they were simply because Alec and made it big. It's ridiculous! Same goes for Jessica and Ashlee Simpson. Neither of them have any talent whatsoever, so Ashlee is riding on the coattails of her sister, who got where she is on absolutely no merit whatsoever! The mind, she does boggle mightily.

  • Some companies call their chocolate-covered cherries "cordial cherries." How do they know the cherries are cordial? And what exactly does a rude cherry taste like?

  • Who does the voice-over at the beginning of the Law & Order shows? Does he do anything else? Did he make the L&O blurbs from home over the phone?

  • Why the hell is it 60 degrees on 8 January? Why can't we have just one month of solid Winter weather? What god do I have to bribe to gets me some good cold inclement weather? The Heat Miser? The Cold Miser? Mother freakin' Nature Herself? Throw me a bone here.

  • Who coined the phrase "colder than a witch's tit"? And how would they know that all witch's tits are cold? Shouldn't this be designated as a politically incorrect phrase at which Witches nationwide should protest and perhaps even picket? Same goes for "colder than a well-digger's butt." How did whoever first used this phrase come to the conclusion that well-diggers' butts are cold? Was there a scientific study made during which people would feel of well-diggers' butts and make the necessary documentation?

  • And while I'm on the subject, how the hell did anyone come up with the phrase "tighter than Dick's hatband"? Who is Dick and why did he get to have his hatband immortalised by someone prone to comparative statements? And how tight was Dick's hatband anyway? Tight enough to cut off the circulation to Dick's scalp? Tight enough to give Dick a stroke? So tight that Dick couldn't get his hat on or, after he squeezed it on, he couldn't get the hat off?

  • Is it just me, or don't Yorkshire Terriers look like Ewoks?

  • Why did the Six Million Dollar Man and the Bionic Woman look like they were moving in slow motion when they used their bionics? Weren't they supposed to be super-fast? Were the producers afraid that speeding up the film would make their heroes look like Keystone Cops?

  • Why do so many Italian men go from being gorgeous in their youth to being horrific in old age? Cases in point: Al Pacino and Frank Langella. Robert DeNiro, on the other hand, did the exact opposite. He wasn't much in youth but, now, he's a quite handsome older man.

  • Why can't TNT just let me fucking forget the Titans?

  • Why do so many Christians who are deadset against abortion find it perfectly all right to murder thousands of people overseas because our government wants their oil and is prejudiced against Islam? Isn't that a double standard? When did their adage "turn the other cheek" come to mean the arse cheek as Christendom moons the world while chomping through everything with Pac-Man-like zeal?

  • Is it wrong to want to get trigger thumb from using a morphine pump too much?

  • Why is it expected to turn yourself around after you do the Hokey Pokey?

Raccoon

Jan. 8th, 2006 07:15 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Londo Mollari)
Thanks, [livejournal.com profile] primed!

The Raccoon
RACCOON - your daemon may be a raccoon. You are a
trickster. Your daemon's nimble hand-like paws
can help in the creation of pranks. You may
prefer the cover of darkness to pull off your
stunts. You may be fascinated by gadgets, and
are probably good at figuring out how things
work. Independent and fun loving, you love to
get the best of someone. You have no
pretensions about yourself. Crafty and clever,
you can adapt to any situation and find a way
to make it work in your favour.


What Is Your Daemon?
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This makes me want to find that little bit of a children's story I was writing years ago. Yes, I was writing a children's story. No, I don't like kids. But I like a lot of their stories and I had one about a little raccoon named Rikva. It was illustrated and everything. I may have to resume that tale if'n I can find it.

I know a bit about raccoons. The Mother Unit rescued a pair of babies whose mother had been smushed by a vehicle. She named them Rocky and Racky (yeah, original, but she probably did that for cuteness' sake since I was like 4 years old). Rocky couldn't be tamed and ended up in the Greenville zoo. Racky became a pet and he was every bit as brilliant and mischievous as one would imagine a raccoon to be. The Mother Unit loved to play tricks on him by giving him a slice of bread on occasion. Racky would wash his bread and look dumbfounded as it disintegrated in his hands. His best friend was our cat. I can't remember her name. They would sleep and play together, what a wonderful sight to see! Both Racky and the cat disappeared one night and we never saw them again. Ever since, I've wanted to work with raccoons again. I don't think I'd want a pet because that's really not their natural state, but I'd love to interact with raccoons perhaps in a wildlife rescue capacity.

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