I despair of my netspeak, lolz
I think I have only just now realized what "MWAH" is supposed to be. It's representing a kind of full-lipped, showy kiss with a 'mwah' smacking sound at the end? Maybe?? This is where my smaller sliver of dorkdom comes in (I'm primarily geek, not dork), because all this time, I've been thinking 'mwah' represented a kind of barked laugh, and wondering why I was getting that from a couple of friends, as it didn't make a lot of sense.
::facepalm::
Oh, and in other usual Thev Random, last night after the cat woke both my mother and I up at 3 a.m. needing to go out (he's practically deaf and I suspect his meowing reaches the Underworld), I dreamed of doing a recording in which I was singing in a duet in Britten's Ceremony of Carols which segued into being with some guy out at a cabin that was also somehow a duplex and apparently I and/or family had been living there for years and he and I walked out in the woods and he dug out a plant/flower-type thing, the kind you toss out when it's died and the roots are still in the shape of the pot that held them, you know what I mean? :P My subconscious. More convoluted than anything David Lynch could come up with. :sigh:
In other random, it's not even 60°. This has been the most gratifyingly overcast, chilly spring I could ever want. Obviously I need to move a bit further north and in a place with grey skies as soon as I'm able.
Off to write more on the Fred/Seamus/Dean. Think I'll be needing to make an icon for that, too, as I don't think there's exactly a huge community for them. ;)
::facepalm::
Oh, and in other usual Thev Random, last night after the cat woke both my mother and I up at 3 a.m. needing to go out (he's practically deaf and I suspect his meowing reaches the Underworld), I dreamed of doing a recording in which I was singing in a duet in Britten's Ceremony of Carols which segued into being with some guy out at a cabin that was also somehow a duplex and apparently I and/or family had been living there for years and he and I walked out in the woods and he dug out a plant/flower-type thing, the kind you toss out when it's died and the roots are still in the shape of the pot that held them, you know what I mean? :P My subconscious. More convoluted than anything David Lynch could come up with. :sigh:
In other random, it's not even 60°. This has been the most gratifyingly overcast, chilly spring I could ever want. Obviously I need to move a bit further north and in a place with grey skies as soon as I'm able.
Off to write more on the Fred/Seamus/Dean. Think I'll be needing to make an icon for that, too, as I don't think there's exactly a huge community for them. ;)