Producer, Writer, Photographer, Cartographer
What in gravy is THAT supposed to mean?
priscilla
n. a type of man.
“This is a secret priscilla!”
I was rather amused by:
alicey
v. to flirt with one’s tattoo.
“Are you trying to alicey, bud?”
moni
adj. likely to flirt with marijuana.
“Man, what happened? Your scooter is moni!”
God bless Switzerland.
Just don’t tell Nemo.
Whee! Elfwood has finally gotten to my gallery and purged every single HP-related work into oblivion. This is more than half of my gallery. Ah well, I knew it would happen sometime. Now I just have to fill my gallery with Discworld, which seems to be acceptable. ::sigh::
Interesting that they chose to delete the LotR April Fools pic. I thought the Elfwood mods held LotR sacred and untouchable?
I <3 CGing clouds.
Click and see (::cough::andcommenton::cough::) my finished Kurt pic (the reason I detest crotches), because damp, blue, fuzzy, tattooed, German elf-mutants are our friends.
Whee! Last night was much fun. Matt invited me, Schlien, Burkhead, Luke, T-Barr, and Meghan for MST3K-watching party. A splendid time was had by all! Great amounts of pizza and ice cream were consumed over the span of the evening as we took minibreaks from The Deadly Mantis (“but I’ve a mantis in my pantis!”) and Hobgoblins (“Whatcha gonna do with those Hobgoblins?”). They didn’t seem as funny as other episodes I’d seen, like Puma Man (“Help, I’m falling at 60 degrees and completely violating the laws of Physics!) and Final Sacrifice (“Rosdower!”), but all was still highly enjoyable. w00t! Yay Matt! Thank you for letting us use your lovely bubble-house and terrorize your cat (“There is no cat — MRRRROW!”).
Still amused by: “We need nuns. Lots of nuns. ::whoosh::” *snicket*
Went on a shopping spree with mum and fashion-plate older sister Melissa today. New jeans! New panties! New bras!
I AM A NEW WOMAN!
Ugh. Just had a horrible nightmare that I cut my hair to chin-length. Naturally, it was horrible and demented-looking. It was a hideous shade of white-blond, and when I toussled it up to look for a style that would minimize the damage, it turned into yarn, which in the dream reminded me of the hair on a Rainbow Brite doll. Ugh. Think Farscape‘s Chiana with slightly longer hair, a limp, ineffective perm, on the worst hair day of her life, without spiky hair gel. Anyway, mum was helping me move into the Penn dorm, which was insanely nice, and I found that on my hall were Tina Lalangas (my best friend in 5th grade), Jenny Branson, Tanja, and Carrot, among about 15 faceless others. I shared a dorm with Tina. The first night was an anime cosplay party, so I chose to go as Ed from Cowboy Bebop. As I searched my closet for something suitably androgynous, Mother confusedly hovering over my shoulder, I found in a drawer a giant clown pillow, a marionette of a demented blue dog, and quite a few other “what the hell”s. I eventually found a satisfying-enough outfit and ran off to find Tanja.
Craziness.
I suppose I might as well explain why I detest crotches so. Here, have a cookie. Lovely background inspired by a conversation with the inimitable Alicey. ‘Tis an illustration for a fanfic, because I’m a complete t00b like that. And no, that’s not the earth, it’s a metal sphere. Bah. Hopefully, I’ll finish this tomorrow (erm… which is now today). Whee! ::performs the obligatory Alan Cumming/fuzzy damp blue elf-mutant squee-dance and runs away::
Comments would be lovely. :)
I just got an email entitled “Tis the Season”, whose text consisted of the word “pillage.” 41 times. My day has fulfilled its surrealism quotient.
Sam, Monica, Jen and I hereby declare that MWPP now stands for “Men With Pretty Pants”. Adjust all resources accordingly.
