First of all, thanks to everyone for your awesome comments. If I weren't covertly getting off to hot chick porn in my friend's room, there would be no hilarity at ALL. Gasp! Shock! Horror! A vaguely gelatinous paste upon my upper eyelid!
So once again I apologize in advance for my inability to communicate very effectively/to respond to comments in a timely manner. I still have very shoddy connections.
Anyway, what's going on in Scyllaville? Well, there still exists the exhiliratng ego boost of knowing that my awesome pics are up on here. Which, assuredly, is a glorious fact. It's exciting to relax and bask in the warming glowing warm glow of my tummy and hips. Yay, indeed!
Let's see. Saw White Stripes on Wednesday. Fairly standard. I think that Jack White's malevolent speaking voice is loads better than his regular singing voice. But eh, is just me.
On Friday I hit the Cinema 21 for some Bubba Ho-Tep goodness. I was actually quite surprised that the film was essentially an intimate movie about aging and heroism, a two character film in one location. Well, dude, it did have elvis and mummies and shit. But there was still some solid hilarity to be had, as well.
In addition, on Friday I got to hang out with the awesome and account-inactive Nex, and probably embarrassed myself by being hilariously drunk/stoned/inarticulate for most of the time. When I'm cogent, I think I am pretty damn awesome. But as 'that girl' or 'whats her face' would say, So good .
Today I ventured up to Seattle to check out the Experience Music Project, which was just as lame as one might expect. Despite the presence of interactive music elements... dude, I just expected more museum-y goodness and less crap. (No, it's just that I expected my hot chocolate to be made with cocoa, not CRAP...) Came back here and have been shaking my butt continuously since. W00t.
Thought of the day: The evolution of fortune cookies from actual, tangible predictions to vague declarations of character. What does this say about society as a whole?
So once again I apologize in advance for my inability to communicate very effectively/to respond to comments in a timely manner. I still have very shoddy connections.
Anyway, what's going on in Scyllaville? Well, there still exists the exhiliratng ego boost of knowing that my awesome pics are up on here. Which, assuredly, is a glorious fact. It's exciting to relax and bask in the warming glowing warm glow of my tummy and hips. Yay, indeed!
Let's see. Saw White Stripes on Wednesday. Fairly standard. I think that Jack White's malevolent speaking voice is loads better than his regular singing voice. But eh, is just me.
On Friday I hit the Cinema 21 for some Bubba Ho-Tep goodness. I was actually quite surprised that the film was essentially an intimate movie about aging and heroism, a two character film in one location. Well, dude, it did have elvis and mummies and shit. But there was still some solid hilarity to be had, as well.
In addition, on Friday I got to hang out with the awesome and account-inactive Nex, and probably embarrassed myself by being hilariously drunk/stoned/inarticulate for most of the time. When I'm cogent, I think I am pretty damn awesome. But as 'that girl' or 'whats her face' would say, So good .
Today I ventured up to Seattle to check out the Experience Music Project, which was just as lame as one might expect. Despite the presence of interactive music elements... dude, I just expected more museum-y goodness and less crap. (No, it's just that I expected my hot chocolate to be made with cocoa, not CRAP...) Came back here and have been shaking my butt continuously since. W00t.
Thought of the day: The evolution of fortune cookies from actual, tangible predictions to vague declarations of character. What does this say about society as a whole?
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frankmask:
Speaking as someone who consistently adapts fortune cookies to the real life events of those around him, and as someone crazy enough to go to cookies for advice, I'd say that the fortune cookie is branching out and becoming a more widely supportive soothsaying confection for the next millenium. Previously, the specific predictions could only affect a handful of people, and everyone else ended up with a dud cookie. Now, by offering generally good and enthusiastic advice, fortune cookies help a much larger onumber of people bettter themselves without expensive self help tapes. And they still taste good!
monet:
I LOVE SCYLLA! 
