GAIS GAIS GAIS.
Beatles Videogame. September 9th.
I may or may not be willing to sell my (as yet unconcieved) offspring to purchase this game. HOLY SHIT IT WILL BE SO AMAZING.
The Beatles have had a pretty profound effect on my life-believe me when I say I was raised on their music-so I am beyond psyched for this game. I literally had a spaz after I read the whole article about it in the Times Magazine.
I am so conflicted, though. I really want to buy the game, but I'm not sure if I'll have paid off my debt for it by the time Star Trek comes out. I'M SORRY CPT. FINE, JOHN CAME FIRST. PLUS THE FACT THAT ANTON IS A BEATLES FAN ONLY VALIDATES THIS DECISION MORE.

/beatlemaniac

In other news, I am now registered to drive in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts as of Friday. :DD And, following my luck with motor vehicles, guess what happened last night?

We got rear-ended! Yaaaay! This is officially the second car accident I've been in. (No one was hurt, thankfully, and the car is actually not that damaged.)
Those of you who have met my little brother know that we're not very much alike. We don't even look alike, for goodness' sake. (Here's a funny comparison-Take Peter and Claire from Heroes, and you sort of have my brother's and my complexions in reverse. I have green eyes, though, and my brther is very fair) Here's another thing-we react to accidents very differently. Peter freaks out, and I start to simmer. Like, I got angry. You won't like me when I'm angry.
Turns out the other driver was very sorry (and apparently very nice) and completely admitted to being at fault. So no harm done, I guess.

Continuing onwards, I watched the movie Fanboys recently. So funny. OMG. Especially the battles with the trekkies. Just go watch it, people.


I don't know whether I should be proud or nervous that I noticed the inaccuracy of the Kirk vs. Khan statue they showed. But be you Trekkie, Star Wars fan, or just someone with a sense of humor, go watch it.

Till later,
~Whil

Alright, those pictures I posted yesterday were just a taste of some of the ones I had made in the hope of putting them on ontd_st. But since my entry got rejected, here are the rest:


( I am HOPE. )

This is only a test of embedding photos, but you all get to see some of the set of macros I've done over the past 2 days. ( roflbot is the best)
They're Sandman quotes, in case anyone was wondering. (obscure crossover is obscure)
( Omnia mutantur, nihil interit. )

Alrighty, I now have a journal for fanfic.
Why? Why not?

It's hiding_places , and you can stop by if you wish to. Hopefully I'll have stuff up there soon.

Sorry, short entry.


~Whil

The third and final poem written for b_dsaint's birthday.

Title: Dancing When No One Else Watches
Disclaimer: This is a lovely delusion, and is of no more substance than the air.
Summary: These moments are their favorites.
Notes: Schmoop. Also, the song "8x10" was playing in my head while writing this. i feel it fits, and if you want to listen to it, you can download it here.

( Step, two, three )

Part 2 of the poems.

Title: Love Note (Written on a takeout menu at 2 AM by a very drunk Chris)
Disclaimer: As eloquent as Chris is, I'm pretty sure he doesn't write drunken poetry. That is a fantasy of my making.
Summary: He'd had a lot to drink, and a lot on his mind.

( Call Me. )

Part one of three Pinto-themed poems I wrote for b_dsaint's birthday.

Title:Routines, Habits, and Inclinations
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies.
Summary: Themes on a relationship.

( Wake up alone/get coffee alone/go running alone )

So I've been kicking around the st_fanart_meme, and I've seen no less than three pieces of art that have inspired me to writing.
I'm very happy, because that means I'll be somewhat productive for a while, bit it's also a little detrimental to my health, as once I start writing I can't stop, and this infringes on my sleep.
What I'm working on:
-A multichaptered steampunk piece inspired by This by iambickilometer
-A piece involving the ghosts of Amanda Grayson and George Kirk inspired by the image on this thread drawn by sidhefaer

There will probably be more tomorrow. *headdesk*
Why must I love writing, and why must everyone be such an enabler???

Note: This is going to be one long "all about me" post and there will be discussion of religion. So if you don't feel like dealing with my innate self-absorption, or are one of those sensible people who thinks that religion shouldn't be discussed at the dinner table, I'm not hurt. Just skip over this entry.

( Ever mind the rule of three... )

So after about two total hours of messing with LJ, I finally got the cut link onspock_speak to work. It took opening up Safari, because Firefox was having a temporary moment of FAIL.
...I feel a strange sense of accomplishment.

Okay, my new favorite song?
Banned from Argo, by Leslie Fish and the Dehorn Crew. It is the most hysterical songs about a shore leave ever.
Here's one verse:

Our proper, cool First Officer was drugged with something green,
And hauled into an alley, where he suffered things obscene.
He sobered up in Sickbay and he's none the worse for wear,
Except he's somehow taught the bridge computer how to swear.

Here's where you can (legally, I'm pretty sure) download it for free:
http://www.kayshapero.net/FishSongs.htm


I also saw Year One today, with two of my friends. Let me say that their presence was what made seeing this movie worthwhile. That film was so moronic. It did have its funny moments (mostly provided my Michael Cera), but it had a far higher quotient of stupid moments. It's gross, and crass, and I seriously thought I was going to lose my lunch on one occasion.
Oh well. At least I only paid matinee price.

I have finals this coming week,, and I'm not nearly as tweaked out as I probably should be. I'm only really worried about PreCalc and Chemistry, though. English and German shouldn't be that hard. And I don't have a final exam in history, because I already gave my presentation on the Lhasa uprising in Tibet and handed in the corresponding paper. I'm just gonna roll with the punches, I guess.

Toodles!

Okay, this is a test of some HTML to see if it's just me, or if it's LJ that can't function.

( Read more... )

Hello,

So I finally figured out how to edit the text on my journal, and it's been like Christmas. I'm trying to make it so that every link is a song quote, but I'm going to leave the things like "next entry" and "previous entry" alone.
I've been working on a lot of poems lately, which is nice but ultimately detrimental to my math grade. Oh well, it's not like I'll be taking it next year. I understand the material, too.
Not much else to say.

Tchüß!

So it's friday, first off, and that's an awesome reason to be happy. I'm trying to post more around here!
Also, I just spent...mmm, about 45 minutes compiling a freaking mood theme. I am very happy with it (yay pretty Star Trek!), however it took so long it was a little ridiculous. All credit goes to wickedgrounds for the hard work.

Toodles!


Before the band is done

So I'm what one might call a lover of language. I derive great pleasure from speech and vocabulary, and I started to consider something about the words we use.
I was volunteering in the library (total spur-of-the-moment I honestly hadn't planned on being there for so long, but my ride didn't show up for two hours), and a woman walked up to the counter and asked if we had a book called "the ultimate weight loss" something-or-other. I started thinking, because I was stuffing bags and not processing this woman's request, about how amusing it would be if a book was published with the word 'penultimate' as opposed to 'ultimate'. And then I considered how inappropriate the use of the word 'ultimate' is in that case. going by the actual definition, the word ultimate means "being or happening at the end of a process." If the weight loss program you're about to use is the very last one on the list, are you sure you should be trying it? And then I thought that it would make far more sense to call something the "premier" such-and-so. Because "premier" means "first in importance, order, or position." Vernacular is fun.

I wish I had more, but that's all I got.

Tschüß!

So, first off I'd like to say hello to LJ. I'm a n00b here, and still finding my way around.

Second, I would like to proclaim my dislike of Mother Goose and Grimm.
You know, the newspaper comic?
The writer seriously needs to lay off. The jokes aren't funny, and the digs he makes at current events are terrible.

Mooooving right along...

I'm sorry, but I'm not sure of what else to write about, but this will probably become the journal of the podcast that my friends and I have.

Till later...

Toodles!