Hee! As if we needed more reasons to poke fun at Kucinich.
In case you missed them, here’s the record of what went on at the crazed CG Trio gathering the past week!
Photo Post #1 (First dinner)
Photo Post #2 (All in between)
Photo Post #3 (Final dinner, bowling)
Art Post #1 (F&S, A/L, Sex-me-up!Sirius, Jack Sparrow, Arr! Sea Turtles, K/O, Galiceydriel)
Art Post #1.5 (H/D, Luna, Rebel!Percy)
Art Post #2 (Armor!M&P, T/B vs. T-R, Monopoly!K/O)
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Tanja: Yes. Percy was heavily involved in all elements of the production of Return of the King, from start to finish. He was especially fond of Rosie Cotton’s smocking patterns.
Me: (Who are you? Identify yourself!) Yes, I saw the movies before I read the books. Is that a crime? I’d read The Hobbit and I was about halfway into FotR when the movies came out, but I put LotR aside for some reason, and now I’m going back after seeing RotK and now I’m reading the books after seeing the movies and probably enjoying them much more than I would have had I not seen the movies first. And dude, my respect for Peter Jackson has increased exponentially and I’m only on chapter 11 of Fellowship.
Moni: Mags is doing Simon and River for me, but alas, he is not shirtless. He is rather rumpled, though, and rumpled!Simon = lickable. And Alicey did a rather nice Simon as well, but she apparently is not so fond of it (even though it rocks) and has not scanned it yet.
Heeeeey! Pippin’s “Steward of Gondor” song was derived from Bilbo’s walking song in chapter 3 (“Three’s Company”) of FotR! Hee, It certainly has a different tone than it does in the movie. *is so amused* It’s very “There and back again,” rather than the movie’s “There and killed by orcs.” Ah, the joys of finally reading the silly things for myself. ChubbyandProcrastinatory!Frodo! Put-upon!Sam! Whiny!Pippin! ReallyLame!Nazgul! Huzzah!
I met a possum!
No, really. Coming back home from seeing Big Fish (maybe to be Peppered. eventually.), my dad had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting it. It was quite cute. My dad then told me the story of Roansborough, TX, which calls itself The Possum Capital of the World.
“I don’t imagine they have much difficulty protecting that title, though,” dad continued. “I don’t think other towns would really consider it a coveted title.”
“But what if they did?” I asked. “They could have a possum-off.”
And now, while trying to find the correct spelling of “Roansborough”, Google tells me that Brasstown, TX, and Wausau, FL now claim the title of “Possum Capital of the World”. Roansborough is surprisingly mute on the issue, coming up with no hits at all. Of course, they probably don’t have access to the internet, what with all the possums chewing through the cables. So who wins? There can be only one, you know. And possumcapital.com is no help at all.
So let the possum-off begin! The losers have my condolances.
Edit: Dad just came into my room and told me it was spelled “Rhonesboro.” Too much Britishness affecting my spelling judgement. XD They have annual Possum Festivals and elect a Possum King and Queen. They have my vote.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! *blows noisemakers*
Whee! Life is one big hurrah! The past few days have been spent doing nothing but drawing, eating, and sleeping. W00t to the 00t. Yesterday, we got to hang out with Allie (sundancekid on LJ) for a couple hours, which was crazy fun. Today, we went shopping briefly, then rented “Edward Scissorhands” and the first 2 volumes of the Firefly DVD set (of 4). We squealed about Johnny and the groovy music of Danny Elfman and decreed that the actress who plays Joyce, the freaky sexually depraved housewife, would make a fabulous Rita Skeeter. And so now, I’m going to introduce Magsby, The Goddess of Semi-Nakedness, and Alicey, the most prolific artist EVER, to one Dr. Simon Tam. Mrowr! *pokes Mags and Alicey encouragingly*
So yay!
Art Post #2, featuring lovely new art from me and Mags. Hobbits! Tractors/Bulldozers! Giant dinosaurs! Mutants! Huzzah!
(And Art Post #1.5 is here)
Art Post #1! Go see!
Priscilla kicked me in my sleep and I hate her forever since that woke me up from a fascinating dream in which I had turned into a chimney-dwelling ferret in order to escape evil authorities.
-Alicey of the Ferrets
Woe! My computer at home is dead, dead, dead. And it’s the only one connected to a scanner here! Hopefully, the girls and I will be able to use the one at my dad’s office for maybe 10 minutes to show you guys all our crazy artness! (Alicey and Mags are brilliant geniuses and I pale in comparison to their majestic glory)