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Mar. 20th, 2004 11:22 pmMy Physics essay kills me. Clearly it's not going to get finished tonight - will finish it tomorrow, meaning my astrophysics homework will be done in an all-nighter on Sunday night, or in my 4 hours between classes on Monday (that's doable, especially if I can corner a study group).
The topic's pretty interesting, except that nearly every single book and essay about Bell I'm looking at has references to "Whitaker, blah blah book titles". Whitaker's the big expert on this guy. He also happens to be the lecturer who set the assignment and who's going to be marking it, so I'm just slightly intimidated. I mean, I'm turning in an essay about an area of quantum mechanics in which my understanding is shaky at best, to the person who literally wrote the book on the subject. Sigh.
Let's see, other stuff I've done today - bought hideous Daniel O'Donnell CD for my mum for Mother's Day, on the understanding that she's not to play it when I'm in the house (if I'm not allowed to play any song that has the word 'fuck', she's not allowed to play dire Irish twee aimed at middle-aged women). Got a fiver for babysitting my neighbour's kids, and felt guilty about taking it, considering I just spent the afternoon playing the Playstation with them. They're really well behaved and astonishingly smart for their age. The oldest, Josh, is seven, and is probably the smartest child I've ever met. Two years ago we watched the Star Wars movies while I was babysitting him, and we ended up in a long discussion about whether Anakin was always destined to go evil or if he was a victim of circumstance - I was sitting there thinking "I cannot believe I'm having this conversation with a five-year-old child."
(And I am such a big child: today I stayed at their house for half an hour after their mum came home because we hadn't finished the game yet.)
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I'm bored. I keep obsessively checking my email for replies to comments, and nada. Entertain meeeee. Tell me about your favourite weird 'ship, or the sekrit pairing you wish there was decent fic for. Ask me that burning irrelevant question you've always wanted to know the answer to. Pimp something. Anything to save me from the pain of no new messages...
The topic's pretty interesting, except that nearly every single book and essay about Bell I'm looking at has references to "Whitaker, blah blah book titles". Whitaker's the big expert on this guy. He also happens to be the lecturer who set the assignment and who's going to be marking it, so I'm just slightly intimidated. I mean, I'm turning in an essay about an area of quantum mechanics in which my understanding is shaky at best, to the person who literally wrote the book on the subject. Sigh.
Let's see, other stuff I've done today - bought hideous Daniel O'Donnell CD for my mum for Mother's Day, on the understanding that she's not to play it when I'm in the house (if I'm not allowed to play any song that has the word 'fuck', she's not allowed to play dire Irish twee aimed at middle-aged women). Got a fiver for babysitting my neighbour's kids, and felt guilty about taking it, considering I just spent the afternoon playing the Playstation with them. They're really well behaved and astonishingly smart for their age. The oldest, Josh, is seven, and is probably the smartest child I've ever met. Two years ago we watched the Star Wars movies while I was babysitting him, and we ended up in a long discussion about whether Anakin was always destined to go evil or if he was a victim of circumstance - I was sitting there thinking "I cannot believe I'm having this conversation with a five-year-old child."
(And I am such a big child: today I stayed at their house for half an hour after their mum came home because we hadn't finished the game yet.)
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I'm bored. I keep obsessively checking my email for replies to comments, and nada. Entertain meeeee. Tell me about your favourite weird 'ship, or the sekrit pairing you wish there was decent fic for. Ask me that burning irrelevant question you've always wanted to know the answer to. Pimp something. Anything to save me from the pain of no new messages...
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on 2004-03-20 03:32 pm (UTC)Lorne fic. You never seen the green guy. You'd think he would be a fanfiction favorite because he's so different, but he's not. He's actually a bit hard to write, too keep the balance between funny and lame.
Was that entertaining enough? :-)
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on 2004-03-20 03:34 pm (UTC)You're right, there should be more Lorne fic. Ficathon? *g*
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on 2004-03-20 03:48 pm (UTC)My head is a very strange place, or so I've been told.
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on 2004-03-20 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-03-20 03:53 pm (UTC)Like a very persistant fungus.
With big brown eyes and perfect bone structure. o.o
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on 2004-03-20 03:50 pm (UTC)You have to admit it. Theirloveissopureanddestinedandplushable. Angel *totally* wanted Mr. Gordo back in "What's My Line?". Even Buffy knew it! Angel was in lurrf with Mr. Gordo, and they used to have silly cute litle makeout sessions before Buffy got home. Joyce would let Angel in and coo over them, because they were the cutest thing! But then Angel became Puppet!Angel, and now they're um, more proportionate...
It's the OTP. Really.
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on 2004-03-20 04:03 pm (UTC)"Yes! Yes!" Angel groaned, thrusting his felt-covered
manpuppethood harder against his perky porcine partner. They fell back together against the bed, Mr. Gordo clutched in Angel's plush, three-fingered hand."That was perfect," Angel panted, ignoring the fact that vampires (and indeed puppets, and especially vampire puppets) had no need to breathe.
Mr. Gordo stared fixedly ahead with his sewn-on piggy eyes and said nothing, not even when Angel sat straight up and screamed, or when Puppet-Angelus lifted the poor little pig and ripped his stuffing clean out.
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on 2004-03-20 04:17 pm (UTC)hee!
That whole fic was so wrong, yet so
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on 2004-03-20 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-03-20 04:38 pm (UTC)No, really. It kicked ass. ;)
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on 2004-03-20 05:17 pm (UTC)Angelus had a chainsaw. It was the biggest, most powerful chainsaw the hardware store had to offer, and in the road test (performed on the store's clerk, who'd gawked at him and then laghed hysterically) one out of one psychotic vampire puppets rated it an excellent killing machine.
And it wasn't overcompensating for anything.
At all.
He could have gone after his gang. Let's see who Lorne called a little prince now. But there was a bigger score to settle, some people across country he had to see first.
Commandeering his company jet was easy. He just had to act like the big souled sap and keep the chainsaw tucked away in his oversized hand luggage. Wesley and the others were a little surprised at his impromptu trip to New York, but he fed them a line of crap about a lead there who might be able to change him back, and insisted he went alone.
The abduction was nearly too simple. All he had to do was wait till the overprotective boyfriend was out of the way, then sweep in. A nice deserted warehouse far from prying eyes was easy to find, if you were a puppet with an unlimited expense account.
His prey whimpered in the chains. "Bert, save me, Bert!"
Angelus grinned, and revved the chainsaw. "Say the alphabet now, bitch."
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on 2004-03-20 06:07 pm (UTC)one out of one psychotic vampire puppets rated it an excellent killing machine.
All he had to do was wait till the overprotective boyfriend was out of the way, then sweep in.
Angelus grinned, and revved the chainsaw. "Say the alphabet now, bitch."
These lines ... OMG ... LOL!!
Thanks for this, sweetie! ::smooches you::
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on 2004-03-20 06:08 pm (UTC)That was abso-frickin-hilarious! More, more please!
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on 2004-03-20 05:18 pm (UTC)There just isn't enough good Angel/Gwen out there. What there is is about 200 words long. *sigh* It's sad because I think there was a lot of potential for both friendship and shippiness there. I liked the banter between the two of them and the flirtiness, and the way they related to each other as freaks. Plus, major hotness.
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on 2004-03-20 05:19 pm (UTC)On the entertaining you tip...
on 2004-03-20 06:07 pm (UTC)And my favorite weird pairing: I kind of want to read Harmony/Eve, and it surprises me there isn't more Faith/Anya.
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on 2004-03-20 06:19 pm (UTC)"Oh, God," Nina said. "Oh God, how are we going to explain this at the hospital?"
Angel's giant eyebrows beetled together in angst. "I swear, I didn't know it came off."
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on 2004-03-20 10:17 pm (UTC)And, Giles is my sooper sekrit boyfriend, don't tell
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on 2004-03-21 02:36 pm (UTC)Wanna join my community