(Copied and pasted from blogspot. Some of this is ground I've already covered here, but I decided not to make changes ( Read more... )

My most brilliant ideas come to me at night as I'm falling asleep. I compose eloquent speeches, breathtaking blog entries, and grand schemes and plans, all in my head, in bed, at night. The problem with this is that they get jumbled up and lost in and among my dreams, and in the morning I can't remember them ( Read more... )

Frylock: Sorry you had to see that Meatwad, but in order to kill a zombie, you have to separate the brain from the spine.
Shake: [not dead] Hey, did you hear that?
Frylock: GODDAMMIT WIKIPEDIA!

I love ATHF. :)

In other news, I have officially begun the Joan of Arc fanfic. Go me.

I rented Joan of Arc again. I need to just break down and buy the blasted thing one of these days ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed about Joan of Arc, the beach, and making marshmallow cookies while tripping on Electric Kool-Aid. Plus, there was some really cool, atmospheric music playing throughout which upon waking I could not remember, as always.

Overall, not a bad way to begin the summer, I think. ^_^