case file number 4083428

I am in a burning state of apoplectic rage.

 

NM I'm telling myself to suck it up.

Well, it wasn't st pat's, but it was the saturday before, and my friend Lauren's boyfriend, who plays in an irish punk band, was performing at the Railway Club.

That was obviously the place for me.

I'm not a barbie-attractive person, you know?  I'm a little too busty/hippy to ever fit into any of the Fashionable Clothing.  My hair goes to my ears, and curls crazily, and all my blonde Jennifer Aniston haircut friends tell me that I should totally let them straighten it, but I never, ever will.  I have the greek nose.  I'm not willing to back down in an argument, I'm not SHORT (5'6) and I STILL wear three inch heels.

So that, on top of being at an all girls school, on top of being a vocal crim major who's not afraid to speak her mind, has kept me kind of out of luck in the men department.  I've had two two-week dating adventures since June, and both of them were dicks who in retrospect, I should have known better than to even really bother with.  And who, friday night, both happened to be at the same party with me, and made my life miserable.

This said, we were going out saturday.  So I was like 'what the fuck, I'm single, and I'm going to be empowered and enjoy myself.'  I got out the high heels and the black tights and the little black dress, and the dark green eye shadow (yay st Pat's) and I put a curl intensifyer in my crazily curly hair and I went out to have some fun with Brigit, Kody and Lauren.

Apparently, I'm the irish man's ideal.  Or at least, the fakely out being pretend irish on St Pat's.  I had one follow me out to the band-balcony, where Lauren and her boyfriend (from the band) and I were taking pulls out of a whiskey bottle, and be niiiiice and attentive.  Then, when I got back in, he vanished off somewhere (to have a smoke, I think) and another one asked if he could buy me a drink.  He did.  A chocolate martini.

So we then went back and sat down with Lauren and another band member and one other guy, who'd been smiling at me too and was a teeensy bit sloshed, and we converse, and at some point the band member looks at me and says 'hey, you look like the girl from dirty dancing' and the one who got me the drink says 'BUT HOTTER,' and then for the first time in my life, someone tries to make out with me in a bar.

The only problem is that both of my first times are at once, and I end up smushed between two attractive, greenclad redheads who are trying for a kiss.  It was like 'GENTLEMEN, PLEASE.'  And so Lauren dragged me off to play coy and dance a little, and the one who bought me the drink (who I shall now refer to as Patrick, as it is his name) came and danced with me for the rest of the night.  And we fucking JIGGED, not slowdanced, and did the swing and when he found out I knew how to charleston he made me start teaching him, but it was too crowded to do properly.

Then, he asked for my phone number, like a good gentleman, and we made out a little (because, although I can hold my liquor like nothing else and was only slightly tipsy, I HAD had seven drinks (combinations of cocktails, beers, and whiskey,) and that is enough to get even ME just a little bit happier than usual.)  And I'm NOT one of those drunks who's like 'i shwear to god guys, tooooottally sober.'  I talked to Brigit on the bus on the way back and she asked me how much I'd had and couldn't BELIEVE IT.

So, even if Patrick doesn't phone, and it'd be nice if he would, my night was completely fabulous, and I felt very beautiful for the first time in a whiiiiiiile.  Since the guys my age are all a little too young to be attracted to anything other than what the media flashes up in front of them.  Apparently, my answer is twenty three year old third year poli sci majors who will have a perfectly earnest Clinton-vs-Obama discussion with you over a chocolate martini and a guinness.

A compilation of some IQ tests-  Give it a go, friends!  And then whenever you have anyone tell you that their IQ is oh so high, ask them some of these questions.  As of number 6 it starts playing with you.

1. Catt is to kitten as cow is to
a) puppy  b) foal  c) orange  d) calf  e) heifer

2.  Which one is the odd one out?
a) hockey  b) exercise  c) tennis  d) football  e) soccer

3.  How many weeks in a year?

4.  If BAD is written 214, how would you write DIG in the same code? ___ ___ ___

5.  What number completes the sequence?  1  2  3  6  9 10 ____

6.  Meat is to potatoes as chitlins are to 
a) peas  b) grites  c) bisquits  d) beer  e) fires

7.  Which is the odd one out?
a) splib  b) blood  c) gray  d) spook  e) black

8.  How many lunar months in a year?
a) 10  b) 12  c)13  d) 15  e) none of these

9. If CAB is pinalam, thana, kuthir, what is FIT in the same code?  ___ ___ ___ 

10.  Bo Diddley is a;
a) game for children  b) down home cheap wine  c) down home singer, d) new dance,  e) Moejoe call

11.  If you throw the dice and 7 is showing on the top, what is facing down?
a) 7, b) snake eyes, c) boxcars, d) little Joes,  e) 11

Title: One More Thing That Didn’t Happen in Alphabet

Authors Note: Let's be clear on this.  This didn't happen in Alphabet.  I just couldn't get the mental image out of my head so decided it was worth jotting down, since it was that persistent.  So it is not fic-canon.  It's like... fanfiction, twice removed.  >.>

Pairing: Matt/V (I don't fucking know, don't look at me, this is a weird one.)

Rating: NC-17

Title: Misunderstandings
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Light/L
Disclaimer: So not mine, wish they were.
Summary: L doesn't understand what's gotten in to Light. Or that the rules of the game have changed. There's a hell of a lot L doesn't understand, and that's just not right. Featuring a memory-loss!Light, who is very young, and a jaded, angrier L, who never lets an inch of it slip.
( Please let the html for the cut work this time... )

From THIS-- http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/13.05/lucas.html?pg=3&topic=lucas&topic_set=-- article on Star Wars.

Lucas never met the young Canadian who influenced him so deeply; Lipsett committed suicide in 1986 after battling poverty and mental illness for years. But like a programmer sneaking Tolkien lines into his code, Lucas has planted stealth references to 21-87 throughout his films. The events in the student-film version of THX took place in the year 2187, and the numerical title itself was an homage. In the feature-length version, Duvall's character makes his run from a subterranean city when he learns that the love of his life was murdered by the authorities on the date "21/87." And in the first Star Wars, when Luke and Han Solo blast into the detention center to rescue Princess Leia, they discover that the stormtroopers are holding her as a prisoner in cell 2187.

The rabbit hole goes even deeper: One of the audio sources Lipsett sampled for 21-87 was a conversation between artificial intelligence pioneer Warren S. McCulloch and Roman Kroitor, a cinematographer who went on to develop Imax. In the face of McCulloch's arguments that living beings are nothing but highly complex machines, Kroitor insists that there is something more: "Many people feel that in the contemplation of nature and in communication with other living things, they become aware of some kind of force, or something, behind this apparent mask which we see in front of us, and they call it God."

When asked if this was the source of "the Force," Lucas confirms that his use of the term in Star Wars was "an echo of that phrase in 21-87." 


ROMAN KROITOR IS MY GRAMPA.  GRAMPA INVENTED THE FUCKING FORCE, BABY.

Wow.


Nothing like finding your old adultfanfiction.net account, which you had previously assumed was deleted or something, to discover that one of your shittiest stories ever written somehow gained a culty following and had 96 reviews.

I'm not fucking exagerating.

What the hell is this shit?  That was GARBAGE.  Bad, bad, snarry-porn GARBAGE.

To any of you who have EVER felt bad because no one reviewed their story; obviously, it doesn't make a little bit of difference, since they clearly don't know what they're talking about.  If people gush over preteen scribblings, then they clearly have NO TASTE.

Also fun?  Finding the one fic on there that was actually... pretty alright.  For the time at which I wrote it; namely, my first month in fandom.  Hehe.