in which rum removes my sense of shame and i declare my love for the o.c.
whoo. two rum-and-cokes (well, technically rum-and-pepsis) have made me a bit fuzzy. well, no, they've made the world a bit fuzzy. i'm fine! just fine, fine and perfect. whoo.
i said whoo twice there. madness!
watching the o.c. because i'm weak! and i like to see what the rest of the universe imagines california to be like. and i'm a sucker for a slashtastic premise. adam brody looks like he's having an orgasm, but he's really just playing a video game. i wonder if that was done on purpose. like, a comment on the world of a teenage boy and how video games are a replacement for sex. or maybe i'm crazy.
this guy's all squinty.
ack! drunkenness interferes with my ability to operate a vcr. that's my most important skill! it's my only skill!!
why can't i remember this guy's name? kid... squinty. looks like russell crowe. someone say his name! quick! or... there's that article in the tv guide. if only i could reach it!
ryan is squinty boy. adam brody is seth. damn, why can't seth come in and tie his tie? caleb tied ... uh... macnamara... josh jackson's character... had a weird name also... whatever. caleb tied his tie, and it was a bow tie! which is like, a hundred times gayer. and that was a gay, gay movie. the skulls. i knew it had to be, which is why i rented it. american outlaws was also relatively gay, though most of the slashiness was between cousins. not that that's a problem. especially since one of them was colin farrell, who does a really impressive american accent. not that great at maintaining the southernness, but i'll forgive him. lord knows i can't maintain any sort of accent for an extended period of time. um... had a point... no! had a tangent! see, the main reason for getting american outlaws was the presence of gregory smith. or, the initial reason.
aw! seth! he's a woobie! or maybe he's just a geek. though he gets beat up later, which will definitely qualify him for woobie status. oh! he's willow! social awkwardness! poor boy.
this song is stupid. i guess i'm not cut out for the fashion world. alas.
squinty ryan seems to be under-emoting. maybe it's a character choice.
'character' is a hard word to type when one is tipsy. please take note.
aww... poor jimmy. poor sad business guy. run, ryan! genuine emotion at 5 o'clock!
harlot! you stay away from ryan! he belongs to seth.
liar. but is he lying to get seth to do his bidding, or to make seth feel better? ambiguity. yum.
"that makes no sense... but yes, we should go." adam brody has some good comic timing. of course, i already knew that from gilmore girls.
okay, not pausing during this commercial. that's what got me in trouble last time. i hope nej remembered to record. (note: it took me four tries to spell 'trouble' back there. that's at least two more than usual.)
in these round table commercials, they show a pizza slicer slicing through the pepperonis, but when they lift up the slice, all the pepperonis are whole and hanging over the edges. falsified pizza! i call shenanigans!!
oh, poor seth. out of place. come to me, woobie! i'll take care of you! i have a playstation!!
at least temporarily.
i can feel my pulse in my teeth. and i can feel my cheekbones. i didn't know i had cheekbones. oddness.
ugh. fro yo. who says that?
"whoa... okay, i should really learn to knock in case there's a .. threesome going on in the bathroom."
internet is broken. i'll just have to sit here and play with photoshop. that'll teach 'em.
ugh. cell phones.
harlot! betrayer! poor little seth! aw... and now ryan's a woobie too. they can be woobies together! united by woobieness.
okay, so when i actually get me a paid account, that gives me, what, ten icons? i'd have to keep the dry erase one, cuz i love it. let's think of nine fandoms to represent -
1. firefly.
2. buffy
3. angel
4. smallville
5. tomb raider (prolly the 'boots' icon)
6. potc
7. harry pottery
8. sandman
9.
oh! ryan to the rescue! and we got a little seth-tummy. under duress ("you're bending to the cliche!) but still.
ugh. the o.c. lameness.
ryan bruises pretty. seth pouts pretty. now it's time for a little post-beating up comfort cuddle. that's what i think. okay, or a hand-grab. that's a start. physical contact.
aw! ryan thinks seth is cute. you can tell. or, i can tell. and i'm telling you. and you just have to sit there and take it! ha!
oh, boy in your muscle shirt. you don't love her. she's got baggage. stick with seth.
ugh. awful friends. okay, go save her too. because you've got a heart of gold. and nice arms.
oh... that's actually painfully sweet. i'm a sucker for chivalry. though i'm mentally casting myself as ryan. that means i get to keep my hardcore lesbian license, right? or bisexual licensing. since seth is way cute in a geektastic way.
ooh.. seth's in trouble.
"this is what happens when you let your son hang out with criminals!"
"at least he has someone to hang out with!"
nice reasoning dad.
well, we know he's not going to get kicked out. i mean, it's a pilot. he's gotta stick around. oh! he pulls the cooking card! score!
aw! mom's feeling the woobie vibe too.
oh.. cuteness. hungover seth. hug! oh, there's a hug! i'm in love. or maybe seth is. they can go to bermuda together. violence - a totally valid form of communication for teenage boys. authentic and cute. in a backwards sort of way.
oh damn! they moved without him! woobietude to the max!!
oh, pretty eyes when he's not squinting 'em.
"in italian cooking, everything has to be filled with happiness. even the ravioli." okay, olive garden, i'm willing to accept some weird claims in the name of advertising, but i'm having trouble imagining ravioli filled with happiness rather than, say, cheese or spinach. well, i can imagine it. it's just funny. and not something i want to eat.
"i want to go with you." their love is so angsty!
'cruz bustamante' is so the best name ever. it's so musical.
time for samurai jack. oh, that's what i need! a samurai jack icon! if only my gol-darned internet were working so i could hunt down some pictures. i'll just have to put it on the 'to download' list.
i said whoo twice there. madness!
watching the o.c. because i'm weak! and i like to see what the rest of the universe imagines california to be like. and i'm a sucker for a slashtastic premise. adam brody looks like he's having an orgasm, but he's really just playing a video game. i wonder if that was done on purpose. like, a comment on the world of a teenage boy and how video games are a replacement for sex. or maybe i'm crazy.
this guy's all squinty.
ack! drunkenness interferes with my ability to operate a vcr. that's my most important skill! it's my only skill!!
why can't i remember this guy's name? kid... squinty. looks like russell crowe. someone say his name! quick! or... there's that article in the tv guide. if only i could reach it!
ryan is squinty boy. adam brody is seth. damn, why can't seth come in and tie his tie? caleb tied ... uh... macnamara... josh jackson's character... had a weird name also... whatever. caleb tied his tie, and it was a bow tie! which is like, a hundred times gayer. and that was a gay, gay movie. the skulls. i knew it had to be, which is why i rented it. american outlaws was also relatively gay, though most of the slashiness was between cousins. not that that's a problem. especially since one of them was colin farrell, who does a really impressive american accent. not that great at maintaining the southernness, but i'll forgive him. lord knows i can't maintain any sort of accent for an extended period of time. um... had a point... no! had a tangent! see, the main reason for getting american outlaws was the presence of gregory smith. or, the initial reason.
aw! seth! he's a woobie! or maybe he's just a geek. though he gets beat up later, which will definitely qualify him for woobie status. oh! he's willow! social awkwardness! poor boy.
this song is stupid. i guess i'm not cut out for the fashion world. alas.
squinty ryan seems to be under-emoting. maybe it's a character choice.
'character' is a hard word to type when one is tipsy. please take note.
aww... poor jimmy. poor sad business guy. run, ryan! genuine emotion at 5 o'clock!
harlot! you stay away from ryan! he belongs to seth.
liar. but is he lying to get seth to do his bidding, or to make seth feel better? ambiguity. yum.
"that makes no sense... but yes, we should go." adam brody has some good comic timing. of course, i already knew that from gilmore girls.
okay, not pausing during this commercial. that's what got me in trouble last time. i hope nej remembered to record. (note: it took me four tries to spell 'trouble' back there. that's at least two more than usual.)
in these round table commercials, they show a pizza slicer slicing through the pepperonis, but when they lift up the slice, all the pepperonis are whole and hanging over the edges. falsified pizza! i call shenanigans!!
oh, poor seth. out of place. come to me, woobie! i'll take care of you! i have a playstation!!
at least temporarily.
i can feel my pulse in my teeth. and i can feel my cheekbones. i didn't know i had cheekbones. oddness.
ugh. fro yo. who says that?
"whoa... okay, i should really learn to knock in case there's a .. threesome going on in the bathroom."
internet is broken. i'll just have to sit here and play with photoshop. that'll teach 'em.
ugh. cell phones.
harlot! betrayer! poor little seth! aw... and now ryan's a woobie too. they can be woobies together! united by woobieness.
okay, so when i actually get me a paid account, that gives me, what, ten icons? i'd have to keep the dry erase one, cuz i love it. let's think of nine fandoms to represent -
1. firefly.
2. buffy
3. angel
4. smallville
5. tomb raider (prolly the 'boots' icon)
6. potc
7. harry pottery
8. sandman
9.
oh! ryan to the rescue! and we got a little seth-tummy. under duress ("you're bending to the cliche!) but still.
ugh. the o.c. lameness.
ryan bruises pretty. seth pouts pretty. now it's time for a little post-beating up comfort cuddle. that's what i think. okay, or a hand-grab. that's a start. physical contact.
aw! ryan thinks seth is cute. you can tell. or, i can tell. and i'm telling you. and you just have to sit there and take it! ha!
oh, boy in your muscle shirt. you don't love her. she's got baggage. stick with seth.
ugh. awful friends. okay, go save her too. because you've got a heart of gold. and nice arms.
oh... that's actually painfully sweet. i'm a sucker for chivalry. though i'm mentally casting myself as ryan. that means i get to keep my hardcore lesbian license, right? or bisexual licensing. since seth is way cute in a geektastic way.
ooh.. seth's in trouble.
"this is what happens when you let your son hang out with criminals!"
"at least he has someone to hang out with!"
nice reasoning dad.
well, we know he's not going to get kicked out. i mean, it's a pilot. he's gotta stick around. oh! he pulls the cooking card! score!
aw! mom's feeling the woobie vibe too.
oh.. cuteness. hungover seth. hug! oh, there's a hug! i'm in love. or maybe seth is. they can go to bermuda together. violence - a totally valid form of communication for teenage boys. authentic and cute. in a backwards sort of way.
oh damn! they moved without him! woobietude to the max!!
oh, pretty eyes when he's not squinting 'em.
"in italian cooking, everything has to be filled with happiness. even the ravioli." okay, olive garden, i'm willing to accept some weird claims in the name of advertising, but i'm having trouble imagining ravioli filled with happiness rather than, say, cheese or spinach. well, i can imagine it. it's just funny. and not something i want to eat.
"i want to go with you." their love is so angsty!
'cruz bustamante' is so the best name ever. it's so musical.
time for samurai jack. oh, that's what i need! a samurai jack icon! if only my gol-darned internet were working so i could hunt down some pictures. i'll just have to put it on the 'to download' list.