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Since I am now missing my fanfic deadline with a vengeance, I figured I'd enjoy myself whilst doing so.

chris_walsh, a relatively new pal here on LJ, sent me five words that make him think of me so I can give him my take on them. After you read my yammering about the five words he gave me, you can comment on this post and I'll give you five words so you can do the same. Ain't that more fun than a snorkel of weasels? I think so!

So here we go...

therealljidol: I was a competitor in the first season of LJ Idol when there were like 3 people fighting like emaciated canines over the chicken bone that was the title of LJ Idol Winner. Being the vicious dog that I am, I won the competition. Since then, LJ Idol has become somewhat of a phenomenon not only on Live Journal, but also on the Internet, being one of those sublime occurrences that allows people to stretch out their writer's muscles while making new friends. It's not just a competition for writers; it's a gathering place for creative people who who want to be a part of something that helps define the word groovy. Even though I know there's no way I could ever win, not with all the talented individuals vying for the title now, I'd still love to be a part of the competition, just for the heck of it. Actually, I do participate on the peripheries of the competition. If there's a prompt I feel compelled to write on, then I will. I get to enjoy the writerly aspects of the competition without stressing over the competitive aspects. Fae Publishing is in the process of producing a book showcasing the best of what LJ Idol has had to offer over the years. I'm happy to say I'm a part of this undertaking. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd be able to say "Yo! I'm a published writer!" because of something clauderainsrm, of all people, would cook up out of that demented can of potted meat he calls a brain. I guess that means I have to be all grateful to him, for at least the next ten minutes. So, Gary? Thaaaaanks...
Spork: Ah the Mighty Spork! I like to say the word 'spork' almost as much as I do 'weasel.' And the mere thought of a weasel with a spork sends my imagination into never-before-explored regions of full-on hilarity. It's like something Eliza Doolittle would be forced to repeat constantly before going on that cotillion date with Professor Higgins: "A snorkel of weasels must spackle with the spork when it rains in Spain all the zippity-doo-dah-day!"

If I ever opened a restaurant, I would name it the Golden Spork and I'd have a giant spork out front like the monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey. It would greatly amuse me to see patrons of my establishment react to my giant spork in much the same way the apes did the monolith in the Kubrick film.

Then, of course, there's the entire re-writing of the Spoon scene in The Matrix to better fit the whole Spork Motif. Yes, there's a Spork Motif. At least, there is now. Here on the Cliffs, we're all about sporks and weasels. Don't ever forget it.
Buttah: I have an aunt on the Mother Unit's side of the family who is the epitome of Mike Myers' Coffee Talk lady. She even gets verklempt. That's really apropos of nothing except for the fact that the Coffee Talk lady declares things she admires to the utmost to be like buttah. I tend to do the same. If I mention that something is like buttah, I really like it. If I state that something "is like a big stick o'buttah," that pretty much means it's so awesome, it will clog your arteries with nothing but pure win. For instance, the Gorillaz are like buttah, but Shriekback is like a big stick o'buttah. Law & Order is like buttah, but Law & Order: SVU is like a big stick o'buttah. Han Solo is like buttah, but Darth Maul is like a big sexy stick o'buttah! Dig?
Fanfic: That thing I'm not writing at the moment and it may be too late to even finish it now. We'll see. I actually just learnt that people write fanfiction about actual living, breathing people. Like this one chick on Twitter writes Green Day fanfiction. I don't think I could ever do such a thing. My fanfiction has to be about fictional characters only, thankyouverymuch. And, believe it or not, I've not written that much fanfic. My first sojourn in that realm of fandom was writing Darth Maul fanfic back in 1999 and 2000 for the Darth Maul Estrogen Brigade. My second fanfic outing has been Joker fanfiction, mainly the Date Series, written for Rancid Rainbow. The majority of my fanfic has been erotic, but that's not to say all of it is erotic. A couple of my Maul fics were comedies and some of my J-fic has ranged from Jungian/occultish to dreadfully misanthropic. I even collaborated on a fiction, which I usually never do. It resulted in the first of a two part 'interview' written by dandyxrandy and myself. Writing fanfiction helped break a horrible block with which I'd been struggling back in 1999, so I figure I will always return to the medium as inspiration strikes because it's it's too fun not to dabble with and it really helps work on the writer bone.
Izzard: One of my greatest heroes and quite possibly the most quotable human being on the planet. When green_goblin7t introduced me to Eddie Izzard, I was instantly in awe and in love. The man is a brain in a frock. Simple as that. Really, words just fail me when it comes to Eddie Izzard. He's....my hero!

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Location: home
Current Music: Stic Basin - Eatingit

Yesterday we had a pot roast and invited Llew over for a nosh. Today Aunt Tudi is feeding the cats beef fat. I keep telling her that cats don't eat cow, they're too big. All cats can do with cows is nibble at their hooves and get kicked in the head for their trouble. When I told Aunt Tudi this, I realised that I can't say "hoof" without emulating the way Patsy Stone says it in the "Morroco" episode of Absolutely Fabulous. Edina is telling Saffy that the Moors didn't have toilet paper before the more "civilised" Brits came to enlighten them. She asked Saffy: "Do you know what they used before we came?" (that's paraphrased....I may be incorrect in the quote) And then Patsy piped up and said: "Old bits of hoof." That's pronounced hooooof, long "o," not huhff. Ever since, I say hoooooof, long "o."

It's like the word "speed." I have to say it with a French accent, like "speeeedddddddd," thanks to Eddie Izzard.

clumsycake is in the same boat. We get together and talk about the movie Speed and we sound like a couple of Parisian whores.

In other news,

das_prompt was good enough to announce the confirmation of the existence of bootlegging primates. This reminds me of a show I saw back in the late 70s. It was a National Geographic show on PBS (pre-Cable for you whippersnappers) about the inhabitants of the African Savannah. During the wet and fertile season, all the animals (both predator and prey) would gather at the water hole to enjoy having water. The trees around the water hole would have fruit that had fermented on the branch. All the herbivores and omnivores would partake of this fruit and have a drunken party while the carnivores would roll around in the water and essentially laugh at them all. I'm not lying. I clearly remember seeing inebriated giraffes and monkeys yucking it up together. If there'd been a tattoo parlour around, these critters would have gotten inked. All in all, it was a feelgood moment for all the animals, and the only time they all got along before going back to killing, being killed, and feuding over water rights. Bornean apes apparently don't have to worry about waiting until the right season when the fruit will ferment in the trees. They make their own brew and raise their own roofs.

Current Mood: sore
Current Music: Law & Order

stolen from

velvetsteel, because Eddie belongs to MEEEEEE!

Which Eddie Izzard "Dressed to Kill" line are you? by Saphyne
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Eddie Izzard quote:	"I just wanted to be in the room when they were working that one through. 'Zinglebert Bembledack! Yingeebert Dymbleban! Zynglebert Bingleback! Winglebert Humptyback! Slut Bonwalla!' 'What?' 'All right, Cringlebert Fischeebuns! Steviebuns Bottrittrundens…' 'No, Jerry Dorsey!' 'Who we got? Zinglebert Bembledack, Tringlebert Wangledack, Slut Bonwalla, Clingeebun Fistlebars, Dindlebert Zendledack, Jerry Dorsey, Englebert Humptyback, Zenglebert Bengledack, Englebert Humperdinck, Vinglebert Wingledanck –' 'No, no, go back one. Go back one.' 'Englebert Humperdinck.' 'That’s it.'"

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Current Mood: amused
Current Music: silencia

clumsycake has just arrived with chips and dip, Pepsi, and "Definite Article" by Eddie Izzard. We're gonna watch that and "Circle" and titter amongst ourselves for hours on end.

Yahoodle!

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Yapping in the adjacent room

I awoke on the tail end of a conversation Aunt Tudi was having on the phone. When she hung up, I asked who who it was and she told me it had been Todd, who had called wanting to talk to me. So I called him back. He wanted to tell me that he'd finally gotten around to watching Eddie Izzard's "Dress to Kill." Of course, he's now addicted to Eddie. Since my conversion to Eddie by

green_goblin70, I have converted five people. And Todd is keen on showing Eddie to others, so he'll be converting people soon enough. Eddie is like the comic Sadako. Once you've seen him, you're compelled to pass him along like a video virus. Yes, he's just like that.

It was around 10:30 I woke up. Right now, I'm waiting for the grass to dry out enough so I can cut it. It's currently 87 degrees with 61% humidity. That's not as bad as it has been, but it's still seriously uncomfy outdoors. I had pinto beans with a dollop of cheese for breakfast. Woe unto the Earth in about two hours. That's all I have to say.

Llew is coming over later this afternoon. He's going to ply me with a chicken quesadilla whilst I show him taped episodes of last season's Battlestar Galactica. He'll be staying the night. When I invited him, he asked me if this meant he was off probation. No, I told him. I don't know when or if he'll ever be off probation. There's a lot of healing to be done there. I'm considering this night a gesture of good faith and good will. We'll see how it goes.

Speaking of Battlestar Galactica....last night's episode was.....BUH! Really, that's all I can say. Astounding, shattering, brilliant! BUH!

I'm thinking about putting my Star of David back on. It's been years since I've worn it and I've had this urge to don it proudly. I just hope I still have the silver chain that goes with my pendant. I need to drag out my silver cleaner and clean my Star of David, too. There's black on it...that just won't do. My motivations for reconnecting to my Jewish heritage are my own for now. I'll write about it more later.

Current Mood: recumbent
Current Music: Little House on the Prairie on Hallmark

And I'm out of here!

My plans for the evening: watch Eddie Izzard until Battlestar Galactica comes on, then watch that. Hope I have dreams about Eddie and Starbuck as I pass flat out.

The End.

Current Mood: ditzy
Current Music: radio adverts

I just discovered a couple of errors on the letter from B (my errors). He initially left out "Naked Apes & Pond Life," the 9th Shriekback album, so I was asked to switch things around when updating the sites. I thought I'd fixed all the numbers, but apparently not. Back to the drawing board tonight. It shouldn't take long, but...GAH! I hate it when I don't do things right the first time around. It makes me feel inadequate to the nth degree.

To answer the question in my poll from yesterday, the man in the picture I posted is, in fact, Barry Andrews. I loved all your answers though! Of course, the correct answer was Barry Andrews; however, other choices that were acceptable were:

Cadmus Pariah ~ since he is, in fact, the inspiration and catalyst for the character that has now grown out of control and threatens the entire world

A Spectre who haunts Tin's dark horses (nightmares) ~ yes, I've had nightmares about him. And, yes, that's one of the reasons I forged Cadmus.

Aleister Crowley's Sith Apprentice ~ maaaaaybe. He's been known to wear Crowley tees (wore one at the Belgium reunion concert) and he makes various Thelemic references, so you never know.

Tinhuviel's Sith Master ~ yeah, kinda. His music was inextricably fused to the Maul Myth in my head many years ago. The two fed off each other and created my own personal canon. So, yeah, it's feasible in a "Tin is a complete psychotic and must be committed" sort of way.

Oh, and about the astounding thing I found online yesterday. It was this.

( not UFOs, even though that would have been abundantly groovacious )

Now, I must toil.

Current Mood: jealous
Current Music: Finger 11 "Broken"

That means Lost tonight, if I survive the day.

I arrived in The Pit at 6:36 AM and shall be working through lunch today so I can leave at 3 PM. Aunt Tudi has an appointment with her rheumatologist at 3:45 and he's all the way across Spartanburg, so there you go. I may bestow upon her a meal after the doctor visit. That's something I always try to do because Dr. Holt usually ends up injecting one or more of Aunt Tudi's joints and nothing takes her mind off that pain quite like shoveling a good meal down her neck. So there you have it.

Rest was not on my body's agenda last night. I tossed and turned, and wrestled with a headache for most of the evening. A part of me (only 99.9%) was hoping I'd have another dream, but it just wasn't in the cards. Tarnation.

I was supposed to go see

sifu_rick tonight, but that was before I was informed of Aunt Tudi's doctor's appointment. Now, the time I needed to work on Barry's website will be taken up with going to Spartanburg, which means I'll have to reschedule with Rick because I absolutely have to update the info on Barry's site and the Shriekback site, if the FTP will work for me. I promised myself it would be done this week and this is the only day I'll have the time to do it. Bah!

The Feudal Mistress just arrived. Yesterday, she drove me up the wall, continually coming up and asking "how we looookin'." And saying "awwwlriiighty" in her mock little girl voice. I wanted to shove my fingers in her pupils and pull her eyes out of her sockets like two grapes. As of this morning, that sentiment has not been altered one teeny tiny bit.

I have more Eddie pics to post.

purplehez demanded "MORE" and who am I to deny her?

( Izzardness be here, mateys! )

That's it for me now. I must go make myself useful, at least for a little while.

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: yapping on the radio combined with infuriating office blather

I just can't seem to get over it. Overnight, I've become obsessed.

Of course, this one completely fucking freaked me out and made things worse. I did not need to see this picture. I swear to god I see my face on that woman. I can feel this picture. Oy vey oy vey!

( more Izz behind the cut )
Okay....I think that's enough for now. As though I weren't hot enough.

Current Mood: horny
Current Music: Everybody Loves Raymond

Yeah, I got it bad. Sue me.

( definite article )

Current Mood: Crushed out
Current Music: Radio crap

Okay okay okay okay okay......

I didn't sleep worth shit last night, but I did get to sleep long enough to have a dream and fall head over heals in......crush. Granted, I've always adored Eddie Izzard. I think he's bloody brilliant, handsome, funny, sexy ~~ well, the list goes on. I like to quote him. I like to listen to him. I love his accent. He makes French a Wonderful Thing for me. I cannot say "Speed" without saying it with a French accent thanks to dear Eddie.

Why did I dream about him? I think it's because I saw part of Mystery Men the other day and then was regaling Todd for never seeing any of Eddie's shows just yesterday. All I know is that I hope I dream about him more.

( kissing to Born to Be Alive )

It was so real. And he's probably the best kisser I've ever encountered....without ever having encountered him, that is.

But yeah, I'm so totally crushing on Eddie Izzard now, it's not even funny. I'd do just about anything to kiss him in real life.

Current Mood: Crushing in a major way like whoa!
Current Music: "Born to Be Alive" by Patrick Hernandez in my head

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