What happens when you start crowdsourcing your crowdsurfing?
When you start moshing your potatoes?
Do you have a plan for when you heed a certain call and come together as one? Right now. Over me.
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When you start moshing your potatoes?
Do you have a plan for when you heed a certain call and come together as one? Right now. Over me.
Do you know what you will do when I say that voting is still going on http://therealljidol.livejournal.com/55
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Edited at 2012-04-15 05:46 pm (UTC)
Then we had dinner at Little Tokyo as we try to find the best ramen house in So Cal. This place was pretty dang good. And we had some red bean cakes my boyfriend remembered from childhood that were yummy too :)
Now to finish my Idol entry.... And get my wifi working. Maybe?
Saw a *GREAT* Broadway show yesterday, with a cast that is the stuff of legends. The tickets cost, but I am *NOT* complaining...
Anyway -- I've still got to finish my piece for this week. Plus I still need to read, comment and vote on last week's work... so I'd best get back to it.
I saw a pink elephant today, wearing dorky glasses and drinking a martini! He was outside a liquor store, as one might expect.
We are driving back home from our weekend in Indy. Not much else to report at present!
I could go for some moshed potatoes right now.
Start on my entry for this week! :) It may just end up being a Sims story. Starring either the gentleman in my icon, or another Sim that I just realized I could use when I got up a few minutes ago. But I still haven't finished furnishing and decorating his house. I don't know. We'll see.
I ended up writing an entry this week that is yet another exercise in genre-stretching. My fiction is usually very "real world, present time" and this week's piece is not. It started out as an idea I proposed in a not-serious way, but it insisted on being written. I don't even have an Intersection partner to "blame" this time, like I did with the (very awesome)
Hit me up on AIM when ya get back home, yes? ♥
Hey, hope springs eternal, man! ;)
You're welcome.
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Ah, plans are over rated they confine you to a single paradigm and cause panic when things just do not cooperate. I find that ingenuity and flexibly in action and drive are far more useful. This is particularly true when one comes across one of life many apparent paradoxes filled with seamingly contradictory designs and outcomes. A particular prospect that has played a pivotal aspect in the overall success of the speacies as a whole.
Ok, all that aside I'm feeling particularly lithargic right now and should probly do some idk actual (gasp) writing but having just experienced a series of brown outs (yay for my kindle fire) do not want to risk it.
I do have a new very short peace that could use some input thou I feel I should warn you all about implied child molestation, and segested sadism.
Edited at 2012-04-16 01:00 am (UTC)
:<
Grumpy is an understatement.
BUT! I just put the baby back to bed and might see if I can get some sleep on the couch.
Had to scrap my first entry; it wasn't working. Will hopefully manage to do the other idea today.
Blrgh.
I am glad they are gone - or would be if my dog wasn't too smart for my own good. She has figured out that I do not always wake up when she gets me up and she can get me to feed her at 4am if I am sleep walking. Then (unless someone notices) she gets feed twice.
Being a born glutton ( she tried to push her dame away from sniffing/licking her because she just wanted the food and was a chubby cubby when we brought her home ) this has resulted in her dragging me out of bed at 4am most mornings and whinning at me when I do not give her food that early.
Really, one does not shit actual bricks. It is intended as a metaphor, to be taken as a sense of THIS IS IMPORTANT AND SHOULD BE DEALT WITH IMMEDIATELY. It stems from the feeling that we all have had of needing to push out a package of substance, and the satisfaction that comes from a job well done in the aftermath.
Understand that in this context, I shat actual bricks. Well-formed, clay-like, and perfectly rectangular. And when the Heron of Hyperbole sounded her trumpet, I shot that motherfucker in the face with a load of Chuck-Norris-flavored buckshot and silenced that bitch for all eternity.
The really odd resolution to this is that everything worked out in perfect balance. Nobody seems to have any contextual difference happening, and all is going as normal.
Except that I have some really awesome "hand-crafted" brick for sale.