da-da-da-da-da-daaaa da-da da, d'you know what I mean?
Pants confuse me.
A man came in Wednesday and photographed a few of us for an upcoming article about the litmag. Me, Sh., M., and a couple of others. I think it's supposed to be for the campus newsletter periodical thingy, not for the student paper. He'll be back on Monday. He would've been here this past Monday but R./B. couldn't come by due to nasty flu, so that session was scotched.
You know, it's not hard to make a proper family comedy. Just have the people act silly and the children will probably laugh, or at least feel puzzled (which is halfway there if it's the right kind of puzzled). They don't have to understand all the subtleties. Say a guy's standing at the guardrail of a cruise liner, talking with his wife: "I can't believe you talked me into going out on the ocean like this. I can't even swim." And then another guy comes along, toting a Walkman that's blaring weird music. The first man hears him coming, turns around and sees him coming, and screams "AHHH! DISCO!" and jumps overboard in an amusing manner while the second man walks by obliviously. See? Silly! And all it takes is a bit of acting talent on the part of the first man (for the children) and a director who knows where to find the worst disco music (for the adults). Sure, a few children will ask "Mommy, why did that man jump into the water if he can't swim?" The parents can tell them "Disco music was popular a few decades back, but nowadays a lot of people think it was a horrible idea and find it very painful to hear and that man was apparently one of them" or something to that effect. Easy.
Are European snowflakes ten-sided?
I think I'll write to my Congressmen and urge them to introduce a bill. This particular bill would require anyone who has a one-syllable name that either begins with a "ffff" sound or rhymes with "meld" and who plays for the NFL franchise in Pittsburgh to have "Red-Hot" as a nickname. Posterity demands it.
I have updated my LJ sidebar and profile. Whee!
Why would I want to make my zipcode my homepage??? That'd be totally stupid.
Speaking of which, I saw an ad the other day. 'Finally, a luxury car that treats life as the biggest luxury of all.' CLASSIC!!! I gotta go back and try to snag a screenshot of that. Silly Volvo.
Edit: Got it! Because it's 155 x 507, I'll put it under a cut so I don't crowd out the others on your Friends list . . .
Obviously, I didn't quite remember the wording correctly.
A man came in Wednesday and photographed a few of us for an upcoming article about the litmag. Me, Sh., M., and a couple of others. I think it's supposed to be for the campus newsletter periodical thingy, not for the student paper. He'll be back on Monday. He would've been here this past Monday but R./B. couldn't come by due to nasty flu, so that session was scotched.
You know, it's not hard to make a proper family comedy. Just have the people act silly and the children will probably laugh, or at least feel puzzled (which is halfway there if it's the right kind of puzzled). They don't have to understand all the subtleties. Say a guy's standing at the guardrail of a cruise liner, talking with his wife: "I can't believe you talked me into going out on the ocean like this. I can't even swim." And then another guy comes along, toting a Walkman that's blaring weird music. The first man hears him coming, turns around and sees him coming, and screams "AHHH! DISCO!" and jumps overboard in an amusing manner while the second man walks by obliviously. See? Silly! And all it takes is a bit of acting talent on the part of the first man (for the children) and a director who knows where to find the worst disco music (for the adults). Sure, a few children will ask "Mommy, why did that man jump into the water if he can't swim?" The parents can tell them "Disco music was popular a few decades back, but nowadays a lot of people think it was a horrible idea and find it very painful to hear and that man was apparently one of them" or something to that effect. Easy.
Are European snowflakes ten-sided?
I think I'll write to my Congressmen and urge them to introduce a bill. This particular bill would require anyone who has a one-syllable name that either begins with a "ffff" sound or rhymes with "meld" and who plays for the NFL franchise in Pittsburgh to have "Red-Hot" as a nickname. Posterity demands it.
I have updated my LJ sidebar and profile. Whee!
Why would I want to make my zipcode my homepage??? That'd be totally stupid.
Speaking of which, I saw an ad the other day. 'Finally, a luxury car that treats life as the biggest luxury of all.' CLASSIC!!! I gotta go back and try to snag a screenshot of that. Silly Volvo.
Edit: Got it! Because it's 155 x 507, I'll put it under a cut so I don't crowd out the others on your Friends list . . .
Obviously, I didn't quite remember the wording correctly.