be my melody

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 19:13:19 GMT

Sometimes I worry, am I not Eleanor Rigby?

oh, for fuck's sake

Sun, 05 Oct 2008 14:11:49 GMT

Seriously. If you say you're going to do something, just fucking do it.

And if you can't do it? Tell me that, too, because I will.

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 23:14:10 GMT

das brüder: I know what a vasectomy is! I just got it confused with a lobotomy.

Totally choked on my tea.

Fri, 05 Sep 2008 21:09:39 GMT

Dear John;

I LOVE YOU! BE MY WIFE!

Er. I mean.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Watch your mail. I'm sending your gift when I get back from fucking middle-of-nowhere.

Sat, 07 Jun 2008 06:52:31 GMT

I miss my flat. I miss the ability that came with it to do my own things in my own time and not having to worry about anyone else.

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 20:31:31 GMT

So. I might be completely fucked. But at least it'll be on my own terms.

Sat, 31 May 2008 06:15:38 GMT

Damn VH1, I've got A-ha's Take On Me stuck in my head.

Mon, 19 May 2008 20:52:03 GMT

You know how most people are like all about the tomatoes on the salad, or the strawberries in the fruit bowl?

Yeah I'm eating everything else but the strawberries. >.> I guess I'll eat them but I like the other stuff better. Or maybe I'll save them for tomorrow.

...as for tomatoes? I usually pick those out and give them to whomever I'm with.

I'm fine.

Fri, 16 May 2008 12:34:20 GMT

I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.

Really. I'm fine.

not happy

Fri, 09 May 2008 16:11:06 GMT

As I work on this, more and more I'm convinced that it was S. Why is she fucking starting this again? Stop bullying me, you cunt.

For once, and hopefully for all, I am going to prove to you that I can do my job WAY better than you think you can. So fuck off. Seriously.

dead elf!

Wed, 07 May 2008 18:39:34 GMT

In an alternate version of the story, Fëanor and Curufin burn the stolen Swan ships at Losgar. The others had objected to this, and thus were innocent of starting the burning. In this version, Amras is burnt to death, as he had slipped aboard a ship, intending to sail back to Valinor.

(From the Wikipedia article on Curufin)

...that's just for you to see, John-love.

It is curious that Maglor was assigned to guard the most vulnerable part of the Fëanorian defences, although there is no indication of his being the most gifted rider or a fierce warrior.

(From the Wikipedia article on Maglor)

Ahaha. This one convinces me that playing Maglor as sword happy isn't so far off-base as some might say! KANA IS NO PANSY!

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 14:49:53 GMT

Ok, so maybe I didn't NEED those new shoes. But they were cute. And only £5.

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 22:41:25 GMT

I'm entirely too clingy.

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 13:07:41 GMT

I'ma just stay in bed all day, k?

....maybe I'll eat.

a story for John

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 14:33:04 GMT

Title: Elrohir: Missionary to the Shire
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Tolkien's estate owns all the Elfies. :( I just borrow them to play.
Warnings: Jokes about religion and cannabalism. Ye be warned.
Summary: Elrohir goes to the shire to preach the good news of Varda
Note: Yeah. My brain died halfway through this. It are made of suck. Written at John's insistance.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a land not so very far away as you might hope, there was an elf. Now this wasn't such an extraordinary thing at the time, and this elf really did consider himself to be a fairly average elf.

Okay, so maybe his father was the legendary Lord Elrond, descended from the house of Fingolfin and raised by the second son of Feanor, but that wasn't too big a deal really. And so what if his grandmother on his other side was Galadriel, daughter of Finarfin and last of the Noldor Lords of the first age? No one really remembered that sort of thing, anyway.

Anyway, so this fairly average elf had spent most of his life as a ranger, of sorts, killing evil things in the wild. Unfortunately, ever since the little hobbit thing destroyed the ring of Sauron and the veil of darkness had been lifted and his foster brother had married his sister and they'd gone off to rule Gondor, there hadn't been a lot of evil things left to destroy. So our elf, whose name is Elrohir by the way, our Elrohir had to find himself a new career.

It took a lot of soul searching. Elrohir had to try and decide what else was important in his life. What did he do other than killing orcs? He sat and thought and prayed for an idea for days. And then it hit him. Prayer! He could get involved in organized religion somehow! But what would he do? Maybe something that involved travelling, too, since he liked that?

He asked his brother what he thought and Elladan, pointed as ever, suggested he try missionary work. Somewhere far away. Like the shire.

Missionary work in the shire? Sounded great to Elrohir! So off he went to pack the few things he'd need to take the good word of Varda to all hobbit-kind.

Once he got there, however, it seemed like far less of a good idea than he'd originally thought. Most of the hobbits did not seem all that interested in religion at all, much less his religion. He earned himself a lot of blank stares and odd questions.

“Varda? What's that taste like?”

"Why would I want to read about some strange woman who made stars?"

"Pass the ketchup."

All-in-all, it wasn't a very satisfying experience. As far as Elrohir could tell the only thing hobbits actually worshipped was food. And more food. And pipeweed. And sometimes ale. Probably not a horrible life, but Elrohir was sure they would all be much happier if they just welcomed the Star Kindler into their hearts.

So he sat upon his bed at the inn and thought. He thought and thought and tried to figure out how he could show the hobbits just how amazing Varda was. Well, the poor Elf thought so hard that he fell fast asleep!

He was surrounded by hobbits. All the tiny men and women who came up to his waist. And they kept asking him questions about what sort of vegetables he liked. And he could see them all chatting amongst themselves and he wondered what was going on. Eventually one especially tiny hobbit came up to him and said that they were going to try Varda.

"Oh joy!" He thought, at last his work was paying off.

And the hobbits around him suddenly worked together and hoisted him up onto their shoulders. Elrohir was confused but let them, and he looked around for an answer when suddenly he found himself dumped into a large pot of hot water and vegetables!

"We're going to try Varda!" The hobbits said. "We're going to start with her messenger!"

Waitaminute. The hobbits were going to eat him! Elrohir screamed.

And promptly woke up.

A dream. Varda be praised, it was only a dream. Elrohir sat up in his bed and whiped the sweat from his brow. It was still dark enough that he could go back to sleep for a few more hours, but he was still rather haunted from his dream. So, instead, Elrohir pulled on a robe and wandered down to the kitchen of the inn to see if he could get some tea.

He opened the door and peeked inside. The cook had already started for the morning, and seemed to be cutting up all sorts of vegetables and adding them to a large black cauldron?

To this day, the hobbits still tell the strange story of the elf that ran from the shire that early winter morning, screaming and dressed only in a sleeping robe.

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 11:57:27 GMT

Dear John,

This kitten's plight reminded me of you. So, since I was making icons at the time, it got iconified.

Enjoy. But please do not eat it.

Much love,
Gnut

she's so lust-worthy

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 16:54:04 GMT

I want to see this because Li Bingbing is in it. Well, and the fact that it's based on the same legend that Dragon Ball was.

...gods, I'm a geek.

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 14:53:42 GMT

Random story my sister shared the other day:

"Dad accidently turned our tv on in the kitchen turning off his in the family room, and that cold case show you like was on and mom was like nutmeg used to like this show, I miss my nutmeg so I said "She's not dead.... that we know of."

Apparantly dad wasn't too thrilled with her. XD

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 18:12:31 GMT

Check these out. I like the fire ones more than the water ones.

Now I'm going to go lay down and pretend I don't feel like vomiting for a while.

a-ha!

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 11:54:54 GMT

JOHN! This image? I believe it is Bou formerly of Antique Cafe "AnCafe".

Told you I recognized him!

curiouser and curiouser

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 14:46:19 GMT

Kettobase! (ignore the video, just listen to the song) is one of the fucking weirdest songs ever. Even for Hikki. Though she is rather notorious for songs like "You Make Me Want to Be a Man" and "Easy Breezy" (Which includes the ever popular line 'You're easy breezy and I'm Japanesey'.)

social (dis)graces

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 16:19:42 GMT

Lord and Lady! I appear to becoming a socialist hippie in my old age.

If any signs of feminism or veganism start showing up, please kill me for my own good.

you made the wine, now you drink a cup

Wed, 19 Mar 2008 17:59:52 GMT

I've had the theme song for Marie Soliel in my head all bloody day.

Am counteracting with Electric Light Orchestra. We'll see how this works out.

day one

Wed, 19 Mar 2008 01:26:04 GMT

You know, the crayoned-in sunshine really does make the layout.

No idea if I'll end up using this sucker. Knowing me and my obsession with constantly saying things of absolutely no use, I probably will.

This is all John's fault.