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Make Mine Medium Rare
January 29, 2002
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Whoop-eee-diddy-do, boyz and girlz, Blue back in school again, joining the herds once more. AREN'T YOU HAPPY?? Well, perhaps, even if it only means I'm going to shut up about Fallout 2 already. But that probably means that I'm only going to begin whining about homework once more...so yeah. I guess you just can't win sometimes.
I'm all unpacked and reorganized up here, with my X-Men posters and my W00T bear (MAN that sucker is cute! Y'all lost out on him BIG-TIME! Or something) put up/set up, my books bought or borrowed, and my fridge stacked with pop for the semester. Hell, my friend Jason (mad props out to him, wahoot) gave me his extra Solid Snake action figure (from Metal Gear Solid 2!), who now stands imposingly atop my left speaker, cradling his .45 and glaring menacingly on any who might seek to do Tyger harm. Damn skippy. Action figures R0XX0R.
Lessee, other stuff...need to get my ass moving, working on more comics as our *fabulous* 8-comic Poké-story arc comes to a close. I've got scripts, but it's the matter of turning them into product that is daunting, even with a brand new drawing tablet and scanner. Sweet Jesus, I've even got an extra DESK for DRAWING up here, and still I laze. Dammit Blue, get your ASS in GEAR! How many times do I have to tell you! Maybe if I threaten myself to cut off my caffeine intake... ::universal gasp from crowd:: Okay, okay, you're right, I could never possibly do that. I may be UNUSUAL per se, but I'm certainly not *cruel* or anything. At least outside of Grand Theft Auto 3 (when I can PLAY it... ::annoyed growl as Blue wishes she had a PS2 already:: Nyargh.)
Man, you know, I can hardly believe it that Tyger made it through the flight - with a TRANSFER, no less - in that crappy-ass box I unfortunately had to shove him into. Sure, we padded it nicely with a king-size comforter and everything, but still, it sucked.
Bleagh. I'd rather see Swordfish again than have to pack him like that a third time, and trust me, I did NOT like that film. Yay Hugh Jackman and all that - the poor boy really honestly TRIED to save that movie - but I'm absolutely sick of flicks in which everyone except John Travolta has the intelligence of a yam. Come on. It's JOHN TRAVOLTA, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! Barbarino! Do you really expect we should fear the intellect of the man behind the movie for Battlefield Earth?!
::pause::
Then again, you know, maybe we *should*.
Well, I've got to get to that stuff now - you know, STUFF, the thing "responsible" people have to do - but take care all and be well.
Icky-icky-Ptang-zoop-boing-zwfwaow. (think "ni")
Annie "Blue" VM
Who needs underpants
When I don't have you?
- Brak
"I've Got You Under My Drawers"
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