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pinstripesuit May 4 2005, 03:02:27 UTC
I've been around for many a long, long year/Stole many a man's soul and fate...

I don't feel like continuing the meme because I am a busy lazy girl, so I'll just answer it now.

1. Greed. When he gets bored, he does not blow up stuff- he just gets into trouble. I can handle trouble, not asplosions. He'd be good for conversation and sex activities.

2. Harley Quinn from Batman- She's crazy and adorable and gets to hang out with the Joker.

3. For fandom obsessions, it is Greed in various states of incapacitation. For real life, properly mismatching my colorful striped toe socks.

4. Well, Greed dying is the most obvious, but I think I would like to get rid of the unnecessary Al-thinking-his -memories-are-fake-this-was-stolen-from-Bladerunner arc. Alphonse should not be allowed to angst.

5. That arises out of my obsession with the Coen Brothers- a lot of their films take place in far-put places, usually in the Midwest. (Watch Fargo.) The Midwest seems like a place where anything can happen, and none of that stuff is good, contrasting with the seemingly bland or "nice" atmosphere of the area. The East Coast has its people, the South has its people, the West Coast has its people, and the Midwest is the dumping ground for everything else.

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lady_sinistra May 4 2005, 04:15:12 UTC
I was 'round when Jesus Chirst had his moment of doubt and pain...

Striped toe socks! I love those, especially the knee-highs ^^ *has far more stripe-y socks than a 26-year-old EVER should* Ah, and now I understand the interest with the midwest (Fargo is so great!)... And because I am very bored tonight and feeling rather talkative, I'm going to answer in length ^^

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In a lot of ways the midwest is like the movies. Everything is matter-of-fact and salt-of-the-earth and no-nonsense and all that crap... Both proud to be rooted in tradition and, at the same time, completely repressed by it. I grew up in a town of less than 5,000 people in the asshole of the universe, really. Three radio stations (two of which were country, for godssake), tumbleweeds blowing down main street in August (not joking), about twelve different churches (all of different denominations o.O), and the town even has a freakin', honest-to-goodness milkman (no, not making this up)! The "nice" veneer is just that... a surface, a lie. And everyone's willing to pretend that it's a good little town where things like murder and drugs and suicide and rape and the like just don't happen. But, there is much badness that goes on. The weirdest shit happens in those small towns (comes from massive amounts of boredom and alcohol, trust me)!

Don't get me wrong, though. I don't hate it all. Mostly it's the fake white-picket-fence Cleaver-family crap that I hate. What I actually do like about the midwest are more of the simple, nature-y aspects. I like things like the sheer SPACE of the midwest... not being able to see any buildings ANYWHERE on the horizon is nice. And there are all sorts of derelict farmhouses and barns and such all over the countryside that are great fun to explore and photograph. And the storms (in Kansas, at least) are just AWESOME. And the stars, it's nice to be able to see a skyful of them... So, it's not all completely depressing. Though, if you're stuck there for a long time and are not into the whole small-town life, it definitely can get that way ^_~
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He'd be good for conversation and sex activities.

>=) Oh, yes... Most definitely.

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pinstripesuit May 4 2005, 21:02:28 UTC
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands, and sealed his fate...

Striped toe socks*, up to the knee, definitely. Wear those with a pair of long shorts and children's running sneakers- oh, yes, I am rockin' the 12-year old look.

With New England, everyone is not outwardly friendly. We tend to be very reserved, not deomnstrative. It is possible to live next to someone for 40 years and never talk to that person. I do not know how that goes with people disliking each other, but we do not show friendliness. It's the whole "Yankee farmer" thing, which my family has been in for centuries.

*I almost spelled that as "cocks". My brain is gone today.

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