Huh. A Real Entry.
May. 5th, 2003 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingThere is a boy at work called Michael who is so much like Daniel that it's eerie. He was discussing a stupid caller last week, and it was if I'd just stepped back in time to my work at TMC on Saturday nights. He had the same speech patterns, everything. I feel so at home at work. There are several people there who I feel as if I've known them for years. I'll be quite sad when Friday rolls around and I shan't work there any more. Won't miss the conservative clothes I wear, nor the hours I have to keep, though.
I wanted Nightcrawler (I keep mistyping Night as Nicht...) icons, but now lots of people have them, it's not so cool anymore. And I can't find any good photos. At all. Ideally I'd love an icon with his angelic symbols. Much!love for Alan Cumming. Seen a tiny bit of comic!Nightcrawler, and he seems to lack the cool Boho spiritual madness that I loved best about movie!Nightcrawler. Sara says she may lend me an X Men comic if I'm lucky (and if I remember correctly), so we'll see. By the way, sweeting, I have your Gundam Wing mangas. They were carefully hidden away safely and are currently residing on one of my shelves...but I can't tell which one because I'm not wearing my glasses.
Nat's started an H/D fic, and she sent it to me. I rather extensively picked at language and sentence structure, because I love it, and that's what I do. I hope she doesn't take it personally. I loff her to bits.
Um. I went to see X Men on Saturday, then I went to the Marshalls', then I had Issy's housewarming party. I learnt to fire twirl, sort of. I'm not brilliant, and I keep wanting to twirl it with my fingers, as my aunt taught me to do years ago (she used to do baton twirling). Fire twirling seems to be mostly in the wrist.
The best part is when it's freshly lit, and you throw it horizonally upwards, and you get fireballs from all the excess kerosene.
I need to get Wendy's new album out of my head, or I'll start hating it. It's starting to reach saturation point.
Finally, kudos to those callers phoning for Adam today who were polite and reasonable. Yes, I know he was supposed to be in today, but he was sick. I know he wasn't in Friday; he had a Rostered Day Off. I know he's The Boy Who Doesn't Return Calls. Thank you for being patient, and realising that angsting at me will solve none of your problems.
The ones who weren't, and you know who you are: you were all before 9.30, if I recall correctly. At least one of you called before nine. To those who were rude and filled with vitriol: may you get an unspecified rash in your groinal region that doesn't clear up with topical cream.
I lied. I have one more thing to say, at least.
I caught a small part of a remake of Annie (that awful musical) the other day. (Must've been Friday, if I recall correctly.) It made me realise my deep affection for the original; the remade Annie was insipid, with none of the life nor sass of the original, and the plump Miss Cunningham (is that her name? the orphan woman) wasn't as drunk and degenerate as the original. She had none of that coked-up flapper charm of the skinny original. The only good thing about the remake was Alan Cumming, who played Rooster. Rooster was played in the original by Tim Curry, who also rocks. I watched the whole of Easy Street, and I think there was better choreography (and use of the stairs) in the original. I like the vapid girl's clothing better in the original, too.
My sheer knowledge of this musical both astounds and frightens me. I had no idea I had thought about it in this much detail.
Hmm. Maybe I could have drunken!Miss Cunningham icons... hehe...she amuses me. I seem to recall her drinking gin while having a bath in the original fillum. Anyone else remember this?
[edit: her name was Miss Hannigan. So. Now I must have drunken!Miss Hannigan icons. I just need some screenshots...]
I wanted Nightcrawler (I keep mistyping Night as Nicht...) icons, but now lots of people have them, it's not so cool anymore. And I can't find any good photos. At all. Ideally I'd love an icon with his angelic symbols. Much!love for Alan Cumming. Seen a tiny bit of comic!Nightcrawler, and he seems to lack the cool Boho spiritual madness that I loved best about movie!Nightcrawler. Sara says she may lend me an X Men comic if I'm lucky (and if I remember correctly), so we'll see. By the way, sweeting, I have your Gundam Wing mangas. They were carefully hidden away safely and are currently residing on one of my shelves...but I can't tell which one because I'm not wearing my glasses.
Nat's started an H/D fic, and she sent it to me. I rather extensively picked at language and sentence structure, because I love it, and that's what I do. I hope she doesn't take it personally. I loff her to bits.
Um. I went to see X Men on Saturday, then I went to the Marshalls', then I had Issy's housewarming party. I learnt to fire twirl, sort of. I'm not brilliant, and I keep wanting to twirl it with my fingers, as my aunt taught me to do years ago (she used to do baton twirling). Fire twirling seems to be mostly in the wrist.
The best part is when it's freshly lit, and you throw it horizonally upwards, and you get fireballs from all the excess kerosene.
I need to get Wendy's new album out of my head, or I'll start hating it. It's starting to reach saturation point.
Finally, kudos to those callers phoning for Adam today who were polite and reasonable. Yes, I know he was supposed to be in today, but he was sick. I know he wasn't in Friday; he had a Rostered Day Off. I know he's The Boy Who Doesn't Return Calls. Thank you for being patient, and realising that angsting at me will solve none of your problems.
The ones who weren't, and you know who you are: you were all before 9.30, if I recall correctly. At least one of you called before nine. To those who were rude and filled with vitriol: may you get an unspecified rash in your groinal region that doesn't clear up with topical cream.
I lied. I have one more thing to say, at least.
I caught a small part of a remake of Annie (that awful musical) the other day. (Must've been Friday, if I recall correctly.) It made me realise my deep affection for the original; the remade Annie was insipid, with none of the life nor sass of the original, and the plump Miss Cunningham (is that her name? the orphan woman) wasn't as drunk and degenerate as the original. She had none of that coked-up flapper charm of the skinny original. The only good thing about the remake was Alan Cumming, who played Rooster. Rooster was played in the original by Tim Curry, who also rocks. I watched the whole of Easy Street, and I think there was better choreography (and use of the stairs) in the original. I like the vapid girl's clothing better in the original, too.
My sheer knowledge of this musical both astounds and frightens me. I had no idea I had thought about it in this much detail.
Hmm. Maybe I could have drunken!Miss Cunningham icons... hehe...she amuses me. I seem to recall her drinking gin while having a bath in the original fillum. Anyone else remember this?
[edit: her name was Miss Hannigan. So. Now I must have drunken!Miss Hannigan icons. I just need some screenshots...]
