Baby, you can paint my dinosaur...
and other possibly euphemistic lines: a picture entry.
1. Baby, you can paint my dinosaur.
Earlier this week I lost the watch I've had since I was thirteen (lame), so I ventured to Hollywood (on the same bus I took to the GANTZ premiere hnn hnnnngh Nino's so beautiful and he looked at me ohgod guys) to try to find the Swatch store. After wandering around that plaza on Hollywood and Highland and buying an expensive smoothie just to ask the guys at the counter if they knew (they didn't), I ended up asking one of those stand guys who took touristy pictures for people. He told me which way to go, and I got there, and after much hemming and hawwing and help from the clerk, I decided on a children's dinosaur watch and a classier (I guess) watch to wear for when I can't have dinosaurs on my wrist.
At any rate, one of the two watches came with a paintable dinosaur (guess which), so there you go. It didn't come with red paint, the bastards, so pretend the orange coming from his mouth is blood. Also, he's insecure about his chubby calves, so I gave him vertical stripes. :3
Randomly, when I was walking back, I made eye contact with the touristy picture guy, so I grinned and did that douche-point all like "check out the dinos on my wrist brotha", but the touristy picture guy was not impressed. Probably because I didn't buy a touristy picture to ask him for directions like I did with the smoothie folks.
2. You make me want to change into an animal in the bedroom.
This past weekend, we had the LA Times Festival of Books! It happened for the first time at USC (it used to happen at UCLA, apparently), so with the textual help of my Haverford buddy Brian (he's at USC getting his Ph.D. in linguistics), I made it to USC in one piece and made it to the book signing by one K.A. Applegate, author of Animorphs. :D :D :D I started crying as soon as I got up there because I'm lame and it's still one of my favorite book series and it was my childhood guys, but she was soooo sweet and she started crying with me. ♥ It was so neat to finally meet my childhood idol and realize that she's as ordinary and humble as they come. And it was nice to be able to really express what her books meant to me, and to tell her in my own words that at least for one not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman (at the time... or maybe still?), what she did for me is unforgettable.
(Apparently the Festival of Books is a big deal? I happened to catch Rainn Wilson's talk/interview right at the start of the day. He's hilarious, as always.)
3. May the Fourth be inside you. Yeah, it was a stretch... just like what we did before having the sex.
Nothing too important. I just really like this picture of me (and my Rebel Alliance earrings what whaaaat Etsy why are you so wonderful), so if you didn't see it in on Twitter, that's what happened (in part) on Wednesday. I love you, Star Wars Day~ :D
4. I just want to feel good.
... also a stretch, really. And not quite about me. But yeah, this ending sequence is so cute. And Shiawase ni Narou yo is officially the drama I'm enjoying most this season (the others I'm watching are Ryo's dog drama and Ohkura's birth drama -- also, can we just... I don't get why they like to play with punctuation so much. I know it isn't quite the same as in English, but Umareru.? So unnecessary). And this is the only version of the song I can listen to (watch) without crying, because here I concentrate on the cuteness, but every other time I concentrate on the lyrics. Ah. ;_;
5. Tommy Wiseau.
It was my first public screening of the worst movie ever, and it was so fun. And I never realized just how many shots of the spoon portraits there are in this movie. Plastic spoons flyin' everywhere~
And if there was any doubt, he's as strange in person as you think he is. I feel like it's kind of sad to sell yourself based on being an oddball and a center of ridicule, but he's so earnest in his stupidity and eccentricity... which either makes it infinitely better or infinitely worse.
1. Baby, you can paint my dinosaur.
Earlier this week I lost the watch I've had since I was thirteen (lame), so I ventured to Hollywood (on the same bus I took to the GANTZ premiere hnn hnnnngh Nino's so beautiful and he looked at me ohgod guys) to try to find the Swatch store. After wandering around that plaza on Hollywood and Highland and buying an expensive smoothie just to ask the guys at the counter if they knew (they didn't), I ended up asking one of those stand guys who took touristy pictures for people. He told me which way to go, and I got there, and after much hemming and hawwing and help from the clerk, I decided on a children's dinosaur watch and a classier (I guess) watch to wear for when I can't have dinosaurs on my wrist.
At any rate, one of the two watches came with a paintable dinosaur (guess which), so there you go. It didn't come with red paint, the bastards, so pretend the orange coming from his mouth is blood. Also, he's insecure about his chubby calves, so I gave him vertical stripes. :3
Randomly, when I was walking back, I made eye contact with the touristy picture guy, so I grinned and did that douche-point all like "check out the dinos on my wrist brotha", but the touristy picture guy was not impressed. Probably because I didn't buy a touristy picture to ask him for directions like I did with the smoothie folks.
2. You make me want to change into an animal in the bedroom.
This past weekend, we had the LA Times Festival of Books! It happened for the first time at USC (it used to happen at UCLA, apparently), so with the textual help of my Haverford buddy Brian (he's at USC getting his Ph.D. in linguistics), I made it to USC in one piece and made it to the book signing by one K.A. Applegate, author of Animorphs. :D :D :D I started crying as soon as I got up there because I'm lame and it's still one of my favorite book series and it was my childhood guys, but she was soooo sweet and she started crying with me. ♥ It was so neat to finally meet my childhood idol and realize that she's as ordinary and humble as they come. And it was nice to be able to really express what her books meant to me, and to tell her in my own words that at least for one not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman (at the time... or maybe still?), what she did for me is unforgettable.
(Apparently the Festival of Books is a big deal? I happened to catch Rainn Wilson's talk/interview right at the start of the day. He's hilarious, as always.)
3. May the Fourth be inside you. Yeah, it was a stretch... just like what we did before having the sex.
Nothing too important. I just really like this picture of me (and my Rebel Alliance earrings what whaaaat Etsy why are you so wonderful), so if you didn't see it in on Twitter, that's what happened (in part) on Wednesday. I love you, Star Wars Day~ :D
4. I just want to feel good.
Click to view... also a stretch, really. And not quite about me. But yeah, this ending sequence is so cute. And Shiawase ni Narou yo is officially the drama I'm enjoying most this season (the others I'm watching are Ryo's dog drama and Ohkura's birth drama -- also, can we just... I don't get why they like to play with punctuation so much. I know it isn't quite the same as in English, but Umareru.? So unnecessary). And this is the only version of the song I can listen to (watch) without crying, because here I concentrate on the cuteness, but every other time I concentrate on the lyrics. Ah. ;_;
5. Tommy Wiseau.
It was my first public screening of the worst movie ever, and it was so fun. And I never realized just how many shots of the spoon portraits there are in this movie. Plastic spoons flyin' everywhere~
And if there was any doubt, he's as strange in person as you think he is. I feel like it's kind of sad to sell yourself based on being an oddball and a center of ridicule, but he's so earnest in his stupidity and eccentricity... which either makes it infinitely better or infinitely worse.