*headdesk*

Mar. 3rd, 2013 07:10 pm
deird1: Spike looking at Harmony, with text "you were meant for me; perhaps as punishment (Spike Harmony punishment)
In my quest to rewatch Alien, I have now managed to borrow:

- Aliens (because the S on the end was fairly invisible)

- Alien 3 (because the 3 wasn't even attached to the same word - I mean, come on)

- Alien Resurrection (because the movie studio was so ashamed of having made it that they made the packaging say "Alien Resurrection")


One day I'll get the right one...
deird1: Chiana, head on one side (Chiana)
My brain has a weird relationship with tv split-screens.

Every time I watch The Parent Trap, I spend half the movie trying to figure out what Hallie and Annie's distinguishing features are - before once again realising that they're both Lindsay Lohan and by definition have the exact same face.

And tonight? I was rewatching Doctor Who, when Amy and Amelia got together and started talking... and I spent far too long wondering what kind of split-screen they were using. And then realised that, even though they're playing the same person, they're two different actors. They're obviously two different actors. Who couldn't possibly be mistaken for the same actor. And yet...

Like I say. My brain has not yet learned the difference between fiction and reality. One of these decades I'll figure that out.
deird1: Illyria, with text "Godking" (Illyria godking)
Watching tv last night, I decided that when I become a mob boss, I'm going to institute a very generous retirement program.

Almost every mob boss I've ever seen on tv has had their downfall arrive via a mob guy who "just wants to get out of the game", but knows that "get out of the game" is pretty much the same as "get horribly slaughtered by my former employer", and is thus desperate enough to hand said employer over to the cops.

Hence, during my reign as mob boss extraordinaire, I will greet anyone wanting to "get out of the game" with encouragement and understanding. I will then provide them with a generous sum of money (based on their years of service) and with the full use of their limbs. Provided that they never open their mouths about their time in my employ. And also that they don't steal from me on the way out the door - another common problem.

I will then make it clear to them that, should they feel the need to break our agreement about the not-talking and not-stealing, I will also feel duty-bound to break my agreement about the full use of their limbs.


I think it's a workable plan.
deird1: Willow and Tara looking amused, with text "Willow & Tara think you are nuts" (Willow Tara nuts)
Just rubbed out the apostrophe in "pasta's" on the chalkboard at my coffee shop.

That's one good deed for the day...
deird1: Willow looking worried, with text "Eek." (Willow eek)
I just looked my boss in the eye, and informed him that I would be able to turn 13 pages of dot-points into an entire written report full of interesting prose.

BY THE END OF TODAY.


*panics*
deird1: Mother Gothel, swooning dramatically (Gothel swoon)
I have two images in my head.


One is of me, down at Philip Island, riding my bike alongside my two adorable nephews, both riding the bikes they got for Christmas. How fun! And auntyish!

The other is of my bike dropping off the back of my car halfway down the freeway to Philip Island, being horribly crushed by the car behind me, and reduced to a couple of bits of twisted metal for me to mourn over.


...at 6pm this evening, whichever image seems more probable to me at that instant will dictate whether I take my bike down to Philip Island or not.
deird1: Twilight Sparkle's hot air balloon (MLP:FiM hot air balloon)
I did the Myers-Briggs today (as part of my career counseling for wow-you-totally-stopped-doing-your-job-and-started-failing-at-life stress breakdown thing).

It was... rather fun. Mainly because I am very strange, and thus came up with weird ways of figuring out my answers to all the questions.


Such as:
Would you rather be friends with someone who is bubbly, or someone who is down-to-earth?
...to which I thought very seriously, for several minutes, about whether I would rather hang out with Pinkie Pie, or Applejack.

And then there was a question about whether I'd prefer being intelligent or kind-hearted, so I tried to figure out whether I would rather be Twilight Sparkle or Fluttershy...


It makes sense, though! Really! I'm not just strange! If you think about it, the ponies are on a show for little girls, so their characters all have to be fairly simplistic and stereotypical so the teeny six-year-old brains don't get confused. Which means that, when tackling a questionaire that asks about different stereotypical personality stuff, using ponies as examples WORKS REALLY WELL.


*sighs* I might as well face it – I have lost my heart to MLP:FiM, and I'm not getting it back.


deird1: Spike looking at Harmony, with text "you were meant for me; perhaps as punishment (Spike Harmony punishment)
Mez working as an engineer:
...
...
*stares out the window*
...
...
*checks email*
...
...
(repeat ad infinitum)


Mez working as an editor:
*starts reading document*
"What?"
*continues*
"What on earth?"
*reads some more*
"No! NO NO NO NO! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"
*frantically red-pencils the page*
"ARGH! No! Stupid- Why would- BAD WRITING! SO BAD! Gah!"
*has now reached the end of page 1*


I'm not exactly the most relaxing colleague...

to arms!

May. 14th, 2011 02:16 pm
deird1: Spike mock-threatening Joyce, with text "GRR." (Spike grrr)
Does anyone else buy those rolls of wrapping paper, and then use them as swords to fight imaginary enemies in the carpark?


Just me?


Okay then.
deird1: Willow and Tara looking amused, with text "Willow & Tara think you are nuts" (Willow Tara nuts)
A few weeks ago, I was driving home from my Thursday Night Group, and got the shock of my life when I turned and saw a HUGE SPIDER on my passenger-side window. (On the outside, thank goodness.)

The spider was clinging for dear life to the outside of my car, as I drove at breakneck speed down the road. I wasn't all that sympathetic, though - my gut instincts for spiders range from "Ahhhspiderahhhh" to "KILLKILLKILL". My major concern at the time was how on earth I was going to get out of my car without it sneaking across the roof and attacking me as I emerged from safety.



Tonight? Same location, same thing: BIG SPIDER on my passenger-side window.

Cue Mez freaking out, again, and nearly driving off the road in shock and terror.


But then... I started thinking.

And I realised that clearly the poor old original spider had dropped onto a nice shiny playground shaped like a car, in all innocence, never realising that he was about to be whisked away to a strange and terrifying new place.

And this spider, loving friend of the original spider, was risking her life and limb in a desperate mission to find her beloved and bring him home.



It's a lot harder to wish death to spiders when they're suddenly BRAVE HEROIC spiders and you're secretly cheering them on.

*wibbles*

Mar. 15th, 2011 12:54 pm
deird1: Fred looking nervous (Fred nervous)
I've signed up for the Remix! Again!

How the heck do I keep on thinking this is a good idea?!
deird1: Katara looking pretty (Katara eyes)
I have this habit of taking books with me, just in case.


In a typical day, the odds are that I'm going to spend time sitting on a train, or waiting for a meeting to start, or waiting for someone to show up at a cafe, or similar. In those circumstances, it's useful to have a book to pass the time. So I tend to have one in my bag.

I have a lot of bags.


I discovered, last night, that the first Harry Potter book wasn't on my bookcase where it should be. And went "Aha! I remember taking that as my spare book a couple of weeks ago! It must be in my bag."

I checked bag one. No Harry Potter - but there was an Anne of Green Gables book.

Bag two? Zombie Survival Guide.

Bag three? Introverts Guide to the Church.

Bag four? Agatha Christie.

Bag five? Agatha Christie.



All in all, I found thirteen books, all there just in case I needed something to read while I was carrying that bag. I still haven't found my Harry Potter book...

cake fail

Dec. 30th, 2010 09:49 pm
deird1: puppet!Angel headdesking, with text "*headdesk*" (PuppetAngel headdesk)
This is why I should never be allowed to cook things:




Note how half the cake is out of the tin, and the other half is still inside...

Last time this happened I had to dig out the remaining chunks, stack them on top of each other, and call it "tumbled butter cake" to fool people into thinking it had been intentional.

Not sure what I'll do this time.


*sighs*



___________

ETA: How the heck do you get photobucket photos to not take up way too much room on the screen? I resized it and everything...
deird1: Fred looking nervous (Fred nervous)
Dreamt that sister 1 and I were leading a resistance movement against sister 2's zombie army.

Not sure why...
deird1: Sikozu looking interested (Sikozu)
I'm experimenting with tea.


I ran out, last week. So I dutifully headed down to the tea shop to stock up.

Usually, I'll buy one black tea I've had before (and know I like) and one that I've never tried. This time, I decided to be different, and buy a non-black tea I've never tried: Roses.

Yep. Roses. It smelled like pot-pourri; it tastes like... well, kind of like what you'd expect mushy petals in hot water to taste like. (Not good, in fact.)


I could always throw out my drinkable pot-pourri and return to familiar old black tea... but instead, I decided to experiment.

I am now drinking black tea (flavoured with a slight hint of vanilla) combined with a lot of roses. And with milk in it.


It's actually pretty nice...

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