crab is the ring-bearer, obviously. he pitches the wedding rings out of the bucket.
the weekend: in absolutely no particular order:
a. yesterday, the pm, keri, cspan and i went to the beach, and i had a brief three-hour respite where i remembered that summer could enjoyable in the way that it was when i was eleven. we waded out into the ocean and laid around and got sunburned and ate pie and cheap hot dogs and checked out hot girls in bikinis and generally had an excellent time. revere beach is a public beach twenty minutes outside of the city on the mbta, which means that it is super-accessible and super-trashy, which i actually found to be a plus, because i like going to a beach where everyone else there is a huge wretch, too, so you can just relax and get sand stuck in your ears.
b. but now it's monday and i'm dying and wearing jeans instead of one of my standard three summer skirt items because i was out of shaving cream this morning and: i mentioned a couple months ago that i started shaving my legs again after a seven-year hiatus, and it turns out that i hate it just as much now as i did when i was sixteen. it sucks, because i started doing it again for all the wrong and ultimately fruitless reasons, but i'll probably keep doing it anyway because, even after seven years, i could never break out of the societal pre-conceived notion box, and still found the sight of my own unshaven legs to be kind of gross. so whatever, i give up, but it's fucking irritating.
c. we built this city on ... a series of questionable alliances.
re: the cut-tag
we totally muted the credits and played starship over them, and you should, too. it's like bootlegged vidding. depending on how the season goes, we might start doing it for various portions of the show as well.
re: rodney and ronon
kel: "was that a pep talk?"
k8: "maybe it's love."
kel: "don't say that, if you say that you have to watch from downstairs in a bucket."
based on the angle of where ronon finally broke out of the wraith web-thing, i have decided that particular knife was hanging like a charm off his yet-to-be-seen belly button ring.
re: mompants
as much as i wanted to watch mompants get her comeuppance for her questionable decision-making and leadership skills, actually watching mompants get her comeuppance is really boring. i think i just want to watch her cry in a milkshake afterwards.
re: john
at one point, i was like, "oh, god, now it's canon that john hears rodney's voice in his head when he's in situations of mortal peril," and i had my face buried in my hands because i was laughing hysterically, so i missed the part where john's focus trailed off to follow some chick. this says ... something really indicative, i think.
d. we have discussed, i think, my tendency toward taking enjoyment in spreading verbal tics and odd phrases like a transmittable disease (snape says, "dear lynn harless, that's awes wretched shenanigans, babe"). recently i realized that i've actually picked up a couple new ones from springfield. they are as follows: (1) using the word "god" as an adjective. ex: "this song is god." (which is how springfield frequently describes "helena" by my chemical romance, which is ... really special.) (2) emphatic "yes!" plus fist-pump to indicate sarcastic and self-deprecating enthusiasm for your own tardgames. ex: "i fucked up the reports again! yes! [fist pump]" (3) my personal favorite: introducing all statements of unfortunate admission with "too bad." ex: "too bad i listen to 'island in the stream' on my ipod four times a week." i recommend all of these verbal tics to you with my highest endorsement, take them with you into your heart as you see fit.
a. yesterday, the pm, keri, cspan and i went to the beach, and i had a brief three-hour respite where i remembered that summer could enjoyable in the way that it was when i was eleven. we waded out into the ocean and laid around and got sunburned and ate pie and cheap hot dogs and checked out hot girls in bikinis and generally had an excellent time. revere beach is a public beach twenty minutes outside of the city on the mbta, which means that it is super-accessible and super-trashy, which i actually found to be a plus, because i like going to a beach where everyone else there is a huge wretch, too, so you can just relax and get sand stuck in your ears.
b. but now it's monday and i'm dying and wearing jeans instead of one of my standard three summer skirt items because i was out of shaving cream this morning and: i mentioned a couple months ago that i started shaving my legs again after a seven-year hiatus, and it turns out that i hate it just as much now as i did when i was sixteen. it sucks, because i started doing it again for all the wrong and ultimately fruitless reasons, but i'll probably keep doing it anyway because, even after seven years, i could never break out of the societal pre-conceived notion box, and still found the sight of my own unshaven legs to be kind of gross. so whatever, i give up, but it's fucking irritating.
c. we built this city on ... a series of questionable alliances.
re: the cut-tag
we totally muted the credits and played starship over them, and you should, too. it's like bootlegged vidding. depending on how the season goes, we might start doing it for various portions of the show as well.
re: rodney and ronon
kel: "was that a pep talk?"
k8: "maybe it's love."
kel: "don't say that, if you say that you have to watch from downstairs in a bucket."
based on the angle of where ronon finally broke out of the wraith web-thing, i have decided that particular knife was hanging like a charm off his yet-to-be-seen belly button ring.
re: mompants
as much as i wanted to watch mompants get her comeuppance for her questionable decision-making and leadership skills, actually watching mompants get her comeuppance is really boring. i think i just want to watch her cry in a milkshake afterwards.
re: john
at one point, i was like, "oh, god, now it's canon that john hears rodney's voice in his head when he's in situations of mortal peril," and i had my face buried in my hands because i was laughing hysterically, so i missed the part where john's focus trailed off to follow some chick. this says ... something really indicative, i think.
d. we have discussed, i think, my tendency toward taking enjoyment in spreading verbal tics and odd phrases like a transmittable disease (snape says, "dear lynn harless, that's awes wretched shenanigans, babe"). recently i realized that i've actually picked up a couple new ones from springfield. they are as follows: (1) using the word "god" as an adjective. ex: "this song is god." (which is how springfield frequently describes "helena" by my chemical romance, which is ... really special.) (2) emphatic "yes!" plus fist-pump to indicate sarcastic and self-deprecating enthusiasm for your own tardgames. ex: "i fucked up the reports again! yes! [fist pump]" (3) my personal favorite: introducing all statements of unfortunate admission with "too bad." ex: "too bad i listen to 'island in the stream' on my ipod four times a week." i recommend all of these verbal tics to you with my highest endorsement, take them with you into your heart as you see fit.