omg i am ill
1. OH HAI ALL YOU PEOPLES, IT WAS GREAT HAVING YOU ABOOT FOR THE RPF CARNIVALE. WE ALL HAD A CHUPACABRA OF A GOOD TIME AND SOME GREAT SHIT CAME OUT OF IT. Over thirty pieces of RPF and I think John Barrowman was in all but one. WHAT. THE. FUCK. LAWL. The entry has a master list under the cut, if you want to peruse the titles for anything you might have missed.
Likewise, if you want to de-anon, drop me a note so I can change your name from "anon" to..uhm, your name. And if you end up posting the story elsewhere and would like me to link to that instead of your story on the thread, drop me a line at amandr at gmail dot com.
2. Being online all weekend has exhausted me. I'm typing this Saturday night so that I don't have to be online long Monday. I shall predict that in the future (now) we have hover cars and live off of a bagel byproduct.
3. And then, AND THEN--blue_fjords has asked me some questions.
1. Next time I come to Pgh, can we go to that famous sandwich place and will you be horribly embarrassed if I try to eat it the Pgh way but eventually wind up picking stuff off and eating it in sections? Follow up: what is your favorite sandwich from there? Please describe the ingredients and the experience of eating it.
OMG I don't think anyone can eat that thing in a neat way. I shall enlighten you.
The Primanti's sandwich comes many ways. But they all have the fries and the cole slaw on the sandwich. Oh and tomatoes and provolone. I usually ask for no tomatoes. I get the pastrami and cheese, but I have also been known to get cappicola and cheese. Page 2/5 has the sandwich menu, and note that they will put a fried egg on it for you too.
It's like a heart attack on a plate. I like to flatten it as much as possible with my hand and then ram it home. This is not unlike writing porn. But I will say that they lose everything in reheating. You have to have it while it's hot, within 30 minutes of its birth. Like eating wild bunnies.
2. Next time I come to Pgh, if you're not caught up on Psych, I will bring a way for you to be, if you want. That's not the question. The question is, can we watch an episode of "The Tudors" when I'm there, too? (Sorry, that question's kind of lame. New question: money, time and space are no limitations -- describe your ideal kitchen.)
We can always watch Tudors, baby. OMG KITCHEN. I WANT COUNTERSPACE, AND STORAGE SPACE FOR EVERYTHING I NEED. I WANT TWO FRIDGES. I WANT A CONVECTION OVEN AND A STANDING MIXER. I WOULD LIKE ALL STAINLESS STEEL AND GLASS. I WANT A GAS RANGE, BECAUSE ELECTRIC RANGES SUCK FOR COOKING. I want a clean place to hang peking ducks for the allotted time that isn't open to the elements.
I think I might have orgasmed thinking about it.
3. Have you ever been chillin' chillin' and mindin' your business when all of a sudden you looked around and you couldn't believe this? What's that like?
I swear! I stared! My niece my witness! In my defense, the brother had it going on with something kind of, uh, wicked, wicked.). I had to kick it. It's okay. I'm not shy, so I asked for the digits.
BTW, that does not make me a ho.
4. If you were in the military, what branch would you be in, what would your rank be, and what would you do?
Since this is imaginary, I will answer completely like, WHOA CRAZY, because I WOULD NEVER BE IN THE MILITARY. My parents are both marines, so I would probably be a marine.
But since this is SO FANTASTICALLY OUT THERE, let's run with that. I would go to ninja school, and learn to be a ninja. Then after I graduate from ninja tech, I'm going to go to parties and people aren't even gonna know I'm there, and they're gonna be like, 'Did you hear something, Tad?' And they'll gonna be like, 'No,' and they look up and I'm all clinging up on the ceiling, and they're gonna be like, 'What the--a ninja! Awesome it's a party!' And I'll be like, 'Just throw the cake up here, please!' Dude, I'm a ninja! I'll sing this song:
Like the shadow serpent, the silence is my veil!
Yes, and with precision of the cobra--
Ninjas kill and leave no trail.
I know ancient stuff, and I have fun f*****g things up.
For instance!
In the confusion of a smoke bomb, I could remove your bra and you wouldn't even notice!
I can jump ROOF to ROOF and get my friends free cable. It's bad ass!
I used my Chinese star to pick the locks and steal your car! Rock and roll!
Ninja of the night!
Ninja of the night!
5. You're stuck in Timbuktu with Owen for 16 hours. What do you guys do?
This depends highly on the conditions under which we are in Timbuktu. Like, are we on a layover? Are we jetlagged? Is my kid there? Is he already "dead"? Are we in a bar? Do they serve a blooming onion thing? Are we on a mission? Do I have a gun? What kind of gun? Where is Jack? Where is Ianto? Is the game on? Can we get a hotel room? Do I have my period? Is he an asshole? Can I slap him around? Does he like that? Do I have a strap on handy? Do they have laws about That Sort Of Thing in Timbuktu? Is he a good kisser? Is he drunk? Am I drunk? What kind of drunk? What time is it? Do we have a car? Do we have a rickshaw? Do I have to pull the rickshaw? Why isn't his lazy ass pulling the rickshaw? OMG is he hurt? Is that why I'm pulling the rickshaw? Are there hospitals around? Isn't he a doctor? Can't he heal himself? What happened? OMG are we going to die? Where is Jack? Why is this happening to me? Oh god, what is that thing? Where are my extra bullets?
See, this is just going downhill.
It rains the whole time and we sit in the hotel room and play strip Yahtzee.
I feel as if I have accomplished much. I cannot ask questions of you people, because I simply have nothing! So in lack of that, I present that poem thing meme, but with something much more comprehensible:
Again the old dream came to me:
'Twas May; the world was vernal;
We sat beneath the linden tree
And pledged a faith eternal.
Great love and a deathless oath we swore.
And that I might ne'er forget it,
With a passionate kiss and a thousand more
You took my hand and bit it.
Oh sweetheart with the lips that cling,
With eyes so clear and merry,
The oath was quite the proper thing
The bite, unnecessary !
--Heinrich Heine, Book of Songs
LAWL. Imma go clean my hovercar.
Likewise, if you want to de-anon, drop me a note so I can change your name from "anon" to..uhm, your name. And if you end up posting the story elsewhere and would like me to link to that instead of your story on the thread, drop me a line at amandr at gmail dot com.
2. Being online all weekend has exhausted me. I'm typing this Saturday night so that I don't have to be online long Monday. I shall predict that in the future (now) we have hover cars and live off of a bagel byproduct.
3. And then, AND THEN--blue_fjords has asked me some questions.
1. Next time I come to Pgh, can we go to that famous sandwich place and will you be horribly embarrassed if I try to eat it the Pgh way but eventually wind up picking stuff off and eating it in sections? Follow up: what is your favorite sandwich from there? Please describe the ingredients and the experience of eating it.
OMG I don't think anyone can eat that thing in a neat way. I shall enlighten you.
The Primanti's sandwich comes many ways. But they all have the fries and the cole slaw on the sandwich. Oh and tomatoes and provolone. I usually ask for no tomatoes. I get the pastrami and cheese, but I have also been known to get cappicola and cheese. Page 2/5 has the sandwich menu, and note that they will put a fried egg on it for you too.
It's like a heart attack on a plate. I like to flatten it as much as possible with my hand and then ram it home. This is not unlike writing porn. But I will say that they lose everything in reheating. You have to have it while it's hot, within 30 minutes of its birth. Like eating wild bunnies.
2. Next time I come to Pgh, if you're not caught up on Psych, I will bring a way for you to be, if you want. That's not the question. The question is, can we watch an episode of "The Tudors" when I'm there, too? (Sorry, that question's kind of lame. New question: money, time and space are no limitations -- describe your ideal kitchen.)
We can always watch Tudors, baby. OMG KITCHEN. I WANT COUNTERSPACE, AND STORAGE SPACE FOR EVERYTHING I NEED. I WANT TWO FRIDGES. I WANT A CONVECTION OVEN AND A STANDING MIXER. I WOULD LIKE ALL STAINLESS STEEL AND GLASS. I WANT A GAS RANGE, BECAUSE ELECTRIC RANGES SUCK FOR COOKING. I want a clean place to hang peking ducks for the allotted time that isn't open to the elements.
I think I might have orgasmed thinking about it.
3. Have you ever been chillin' chillin' and mindin' your business when all of a sudden you looked around and you couldn't believe this? What's that like?
I swear! I stared! My niece my witness! In my defense, the brother had it going on with something kind of, uh, wicked, wicked.). I had to kick it. It's okay. I'm not shy, so I asked for the digits.
BTW, that does not make me a ho.
4. If you were in the military, what branch would you be in, what would your rank be, and what would you do?
Since this is imaginary, I will answer completely like, WHOA CRAZY, because I WOULD NEVER BE IN THE MILITARY. My parents are both marines, so I would probably be a marine.
But since this is SO FANTASTICALLY OUT THERE, let's run with that. I would go to ninja school, and learn to be a ninja. Then after I graduate from ninja tech, I'm going to go to parties and people aren't even gonna know I'm there, and they're gonna be like, 'Did you hear something, Tad?' And they'll gonna be like, 'No,' and they look up and I'm all clinging up on the ceiling, and they're gonna be like, 'What the--a ninja! Awesome it's a party!' And I'll be like, 'Just throw the cake up here, please!' Dude, I'm a ninja! I'll sing this song:
Like the shadow serpent, the silence is my veil!
Yes, and with precision of the cobra--
Ninjas kill and leave no trail.
I know ancient stuff, and I have fun f*****g things up.
For instance!
In the confusion of a smoke bomb, I could remove your bra and you wouldn't even notice!
I can jump ROOF to ROOF and get my friends free cable. It's bad ass!
I used my Chinese star to pick the locks and steal your car! Rock and roll!
Ninja of the night!
Ninja of the night!
5. You're stuck in Timbuktu with Owen for 16 hours. What do you guys do?
This depends highly on the conditions under which we are in Timbuktu. Like, are we on a layover? Are we jetlagged? Is my kid there? Is he already "dead"? Are we in a bar? Do they serve a blooming onion thing? Are we on a mission? Do I have a gun? What kind of gun? Where is Jack? Where is Ianto? Is the game on? Can we get a hotel room? Do I have my period? Is he an asshole? Can I slap him around? Does he like that? Do I have a strap on handy? Do they have laws about That Sort Of Thing in Timbuktu? Is he a good kisser? Is he drunk? Am I drunk? What kind of drunk? What time is it? Do we have a car? Do we have a rickshaw? Do I have to pull the rickshaw? Why isn't his lazy ass pulling the rickshaw? OMG is he hurt? Is that why I'm pulling the rickshaw? Are there hospitals around? Isn't he a doctor? Can't he heal himself? What happened? OMG are we going to die? Where is Jack? Why is this happening to me? Oh god, what is that thing? Where are my extra bullets?
See, this is just going downhill.
It rains the whole time and we sit in the hotel room and play strip Yahtzee.
I feel as if I have accomplished much. I cannot ask questions of you people, because I simply have nothing! So in lack of that, I present that poem thing meme, but with something much more comprehensible:
Again the old dream came to me:
'Twas May; the world was vernal;
We sat beneath the linden tree
And pledged a faith eternal.
Great love and a deathless oath we swore.
And that I might ne'er forget it,
With a passionate kiss and a thousand more
You took my hand and bit it.
Oh sweetheart with the lips that cling,
With eyes so clear and merry,
The oath was quite the proper thing
The bite, unnecessary !
--Heinrich Heine, Book of Songs
LAWL. Imma go clean my hovercar.