timepiececlock: (Ahiru & Fakir text)
Rashaka: "...blah blah depends if they're really into the ho yay...."

ShakaDad: "What's ho yay?"

Rashaka: ..."Um..." *momentarily stumped as to how to explain* "Eh...Homosexuality Yay!"

ShakaDad: "Oh. Okay. That must be some kind of generational slang, never heard it before."

Rashaka: "Um, don't worry. Most people probably haven't heard it."

This is what happens when you allow fandom to bleed into your normal habits; it pops out at unexpected moments. I wish I could remember what prompted the tangent in the first place, but it's already slipped my mind. Probably something to do with movies.
timepiececlock: (Rashaka is my name)
My family is currently holding an informal competition for the iPod Touch game Flight Control.* This is insanely addictive, and I just tonight came up with the idea of lying on our new sofa chair (renamed the Air Traffic Control Chair) and playing it with the sound turned off and my own MP3 player going with an audiobook. (Christopher Moore on vampires; hilarious!)

So, my dad bought this app for his new iPod about a week ago, and since then, all of us have been hooked. My dad was scoring in the thirties and my mom in the twenties, then they let me try. By my fifth game I got up to 58. Later that night, I got to 60! My parents were both soundly annoyed, as until I had arrived their average score was 13 planes landed, and now my gleaming 60 shone from top corner of the screen. They smelled a challenge. Over the next couple of days, my mom was into the thirties with a personal best of around 45, and my dad had managed to get 63, jumping about 25 points now that someone had given him a goal. I played it a few more times and got stuck in the late 50s, then I got 68. Irritated again, my dad spent a few more days furiously wasting time at it, got to predict the patterns in the game's programming, and scored a 74. He told me I was banned, jokingly.

Today I got hold of it, and beat his score. Mind you, at this point I'd probably played 1/6th the number of games he's played, maybe less. I called him up on his cell:

Rashaka: "Are you driving?"
ShakaDad: "I just stopped."
Rashaka: "Great!"
ShakaDad: "What is it?"
Rashaka: "Seventy seven."
ShakaDad: "Dammit!"
Rashaka: "Love you, bye!" *hangs up*

My mom finally got hers up to 59 this afternoon. I asked to play it just now, for half an hour, before going to bed. He relented and said he needed it back when I was done. So I sat, listened to my audiobook, and trounced the competition in less than 10 more tries.

Rashaka: "You can have this back now."
ShakaDad: *groans*
ShakaDad: *looks at the 90 pt. score*
ShakaDad: "Suck egg dog! ...I wanted to get a hundred."
Rashaka: *hug* "You know I'm just the catalyst to spur you on toward a more challenging future, right?"
ShakaDad: "Go to bed already. You're definitely banned from the Air Traffic Control Chair. There may be a reset in this thing's future."

* Ha! Youtuber says: "I've been playing this for hours, literally. Hours." That guy's high score is 41 after hours and hours? Heh. I've probably spent maybe an hour and a half in total--and that's rounding up--and my score is more than twice his.
timepiececlock: (Origin of Love)
Facebook friend's status update: Does a writer have to be a storyteller?

Rashaka's comment: Even technical writers feel the pull to fill those lonely spaces between the curl of a letter and the nipple of a punctuation mark with sordid whispers of drunken regrets, patriotic dreams, and wind blowing through the hair of a paperback cover supermodel. That's why your car stereo operating manual is often so long and so depressing.
timepiececlock: (Rashaka is my name)
Brother: "I'm gonna start watching Dexter's Lab."

Rashaka: "Um...are you sure you mean Dexter's Lab? I only ask because Dexter's Laboratory is a cartoon on the Cartoon Network."

Brother: "Whatever. It's about a serial killer."

Rashaka: "That'd be just Dexter. Because Dexter's Laboratory is about a wacky kid scientist...Admittedly they're both sociopaths."

Brother: "What?"

Rashaka: "Nothing, have fun with Dexter! Good show. So I hear. Um."

Joke time!

Feb. 4th, 2009 09:07 pm
timepiececlock: (Rashaka is my name)
From this article on LaughLab:
A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one of them falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be breathing, his eyes are rolled back in his head. The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps to the operator: "My friend is dead! What can I do?"

The operator, in a calm soothing voice, says: "Just take it easy. I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead."

There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy's voice comes back on the line. He says: "OK, now what?"
timepiececlock: (Ahiru & Fakir text)
Duplicated from everyone on my flist: When you see this, post your favorite poem in your journal.

by Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)


Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

Of all the famous American writers, I'd choose to have her silver tongue. I've already decided that if I ever write a book that's either A) a murder mystery, or B) a vampire novel, I will absolutely title it Among The Roaring Dead.
timepiececlock: (Bright Imperious Line - Zuko/Katara)
"So wait, how do you all know each other?"
"All old people know each other, don't you know that?"
timepiececlock: (Bite me. -Toph)
I want this shirt.


We decided to make a shirt in tribute to one of the first traumatic experiences in life -- the visit to the pediatrician. It involves hanging out in waiting rooms with sick kids, toys you're not allowed to play with because other sick kids have been touching them, and an oversized children's Bible as the only reading material for folks under 3 feet tall. When you finally see the pediatrician, he does something to distract you so he can give you a shot, and all you get in return is a lollipop. Not a fair trade.

Our 100% cotton black shirt features the phrase "You Never Forget Your First Doctor" under an inexplicable picture of an old-style British police phone box with a white starburst behind it. We have no idea what's going on with that.

I'm also waiting for the day that someone makes an external hard drive that doesn't look like a book or a modem, but...looks like a TARDIS. Or like a miniature model of Minas Tirith. Or something else profoundly cool and geeky. You think it's a generic desktop decoration...BUT IT'S A HARD DRIVE! Awesome, neh?
timepiececlock: (Spy no Jutsu)
An hour ago these two guys came to the door, around 11:40pm. My brother answered, and apparently they were looking for some woman, and kept asking for her to be brought to the door. My brother kept telling them that no "Amanda" lived here, and to go away. After about five or six minutes (a pretty long while, in Porch Conversation Time), they left. They were polite but insistent, and my brother handled it pretty well. They never threated anything, but still... it's REALLY late at night for people to drop by hunting someone. My brother, my dad, and myself had a discussion about it. My brother thought they wanted to collect information for some kind of credit debt ("He had a clipboard.") and I wondered if it was some kind of personal relationship gone sour. They seemed surprised to find out out we'd lived at this address for three years.

ShakaDad: Maybe he was a bounty hunter.
ShakaBro: Yeah, huh... maybe.
ShakaDad: You probably wouldn't have been able to turn him away, if he were.
Rashaka: Unless he was scoping us out?
ShakaDad: Nah. ...Was he a big guy?
ShakaBro: No...well, there were two of them.
Rashaka: Really? [I hadn't known that from where I was eavesdropping]
ShakaBro: Yeah. They were wearing gloves.
Rashaka: Oh, that's creepy.*
ShakaDad: **heads outside, to porch, to scan for strange vehicles on the street**
Rashaka: What kind?
ShakaBro: I don't know.
Rashaka: Fingerless?
ShakaBro: It doesn't matter.
Rashaka: Still, both with gloves. That's creepy.

Rashaka: **follows ShakaDad outside toward sidewalk**
Rashaka: Two by two, hands of blue.
ShakaDad: Heheh. *snicker*
Rashaka: *grin* You with me, there?
ShakaDad: Yes.

We didn't see any strange cars, so we shrugged and went back inside. The whole scenario was strange.

*Re: gloves. We live in Southern California and it's about 75 or 80 degrees here at night in summer. Nobody wears gloves except for villainous purposes.
timepiececlock: (roots are trees)
::looking out over a hilly area covered with grass and wild mustard, and one little buidling tucked into the greenery::

Shaka: OOh! Oooooh oh oh oooh! *bounces*
Mom: What?
Shaka: *spreads hands wide* Shaka imagination time! See that little building?
Mom: Yeah.
Shaka: The wire fenses, and all the brush... Now picture, just behind there, are the raptor cages.
Mom: I was thinking it would be a nice little place for a house.
Shaka: Do you think that says something about us personally?
Mom: Alright, maybe it's a mad scientist's laboratory. Like Dr. Moroeau.

*My mom doesn't know that I once had a horrific dream where I spent hours hiding from velociraptors in a setting that reminded me of Girl Scout summer camp, Alien movies background music, the jungles of Predator, and a military complex/my neighbor's house being overrun with gaseous jungle plants. Now that I've spent several months in Louisiana living quite literally next to swamp levees, these things take on new and interesting realism. But so far I've never dreamed of gators. I guess raptors and zombies scare me more.

And, from two weeks ago, this is one of the best things I've ever heard another person say, courtesy of the first time I met my brother's girlfriend:

"Yeah, I know who you mean. Ohh, I hate his posture."
timepiececlock: (Shigure loves his popsicles)
On watching The Man Who Would Be King:

Me: "This is exactly like Deal or No Deal!"
Mom: "They really should have taken the deal."

Spectacular film. Great adventure, great acting, great cosmic justice. Makes me want to read the short story; I do love me some Kipling after all.
timepiececlock: (Dragon lives forever-- not so little gir)
I just finished reading The Last Unicorn (oh why did I wait until my 20s to read this?) and later today I'll read its coda, Two Hearts. But I was browsing the back of my hardcover, which has an index of Peter S. Beagle's published work, and what do I find listed under essays but this?---

"The Good Vampire: Spike and Angel", Peter S. Beagle. Five Seasons of Angel, 2004.

OH MY @$&)*#&$*()#&(@!.

So, not only is the book every bit as amazing as I remember the film being, in fact better times about 10 because the descriptions are just as wonderful as the dialogue, and not only was I reading it the whole time thinking of both my childhood, my dreams of how to write fiction well, and how I know somewhere in my bones that at least one of the people who made Princess Tutu must have watched/read this story, but now all that is topped with the pure and untainted joy of realizing that the author is a BTVS fan.

Who wrote an essay about Spike and Angel character analysis.

That was published in a collection.

That I can hunt down and read in the bookstore.

This is a freaking great morning already! I love discovering fellow fans, even if I don't interact with them personally. Just knowing that someone whose writing I now admire ardently also loved my all-time favorite tv show enough to write an essay about it twists the plaits of my heart. So I will top this joyous entry with an icon that calls to mind another great fantasy story with the words of another great fantasy song: truisms both.

ETA: some of rasielle's comments on Princess Tutu and The Last Unicorn, spoilers for tLU but not its sequel, spoilers for PT, long ramblings on similarities and reincarnated fictional characters and why Schmendrick=Fakir=Peter S. Beagle in my head. )
timepiececlock: (Bite me. -Toph)
The Avatar Book Club turned out to be even less fun than the arts & crafts contest.

Sokka: "Piggy had it coming!"

Zuko: "It doesn't matter what Mustache-Boy says, Ethan Frome is a wretched book. Ironic my ass."

Teo: "Doctor Frankenstein's work was a testament to humanity's genius!"

Katara: "I'm just saying. He locked up his insane wife in the attic, he must be a firebender."

Toph: "What? The prince didn't tame the fox because he was hungry!"

Haru: "Katara, I promise that when I said Pride & Prejudice reminded me of you, I wasn't suggesting you have a superiority complex, okay?"

Aang: "I...I just don't understand. The pigs are so mean to the other animals. This is a mean book!"

You guys got any?
timepiececlock: (Doctor/Rose kiss [B&W])
I keep picturing the Tenth Doctor, on the TARDIS bridge, hunched in front of his little monitor screen watching Planet Earth and getting orgasmic over it like the little science-loving schoolboy that he is.

Doctor: Rose, look at this! Come on, lookit!
Rose: What is it now? *has been called over 6 times already*
Doctor: Look at all the penguins marching single-file across the ice! Look at them, with their little wobbly feet! Ooooh, we have to go see them! Let's go see the penguins, Rose.
Rose: Um...
Doctor: Don't want to see penguins? Right, course, very cold in Antarctica. How about alligators then? Alligators are brilliant!
timepiececlock: (Shigure loves his popsicles)
"Eh! This is your crotch-spork, and I'm eating with it again."

This was in the middle of an intense giggle-fest while finishing off an absent someone else's birthday cake, and to be fair the spork did belong to my friend before she flicked it at me and it landed in my lap, therefor instantly becoming "my" crotch-spork. Much giggling followed, including theories on why crotch spork sounded like a fine name for an alien.

"I am Krotch Sppork. Take me to your leader."

The cake was good; it was almond.
timepiececlock: (Bite me. -Toph)
On laptop trouble,

"All I want to do is email, listen to all the music in the known universe---and some typing. 'S not much."
timepiececlock: (Squisuke!)
Everyone is watching Scrubs these days, even T-Rex! It is a pretty funny show, and I agree, much funnier than Will & Grace. I have to say, I think T-Rex's "character" has definite similarities to J.D.; they'd probably get along well.

I've been watching the nightly reruns on the local public channel 9, which is currently in the early-middle of season 4. Just over a week ago I was waiting in line at a sandwhich cafe, and these three guys near me were talking. This was about the time I had just finished marathon-downloading season 3. [paraphrased, as my memory is not perfect.]

Guy 1: "Lately all I've been doing is watching Scrubs all the time! Scrubs, Scrubs, Scrubs!"

Me, in my head: "Oh my god me too! It's EVERYWHERE!"
timepiececlock: (Shigure loves his popsicles)
Rashaka: "Someday when I really want one, you'll give me one of the cold Diet Cokes in the fridge with your name on it. Maybe not this week, maybe not next week. But someday."
ShakaDad: *looking dubious* "Better ask first. You have a long history of abuses with the cold Cokes."
Rashaka: "Don't worry, I'll ask! Think of it this way: I'm Rumplestiltskin, and you owe me your firstborn Coke."
ShakaDad: "Anytime you want to tally up favors, we can sit down and..."
Rashaka: "Whoa, whoa...cold Coke is in it's own special category, I think."
timepiececlock: (Ed - poison crazy lush)
She turns and says "Are you alright?"
I said "I must be fine because my heart's still beating."

Though the mountains divide and the oceans are wide,
it's a small, small world.

They don't love you like I love you

Now my feet don't touch the ground

I held my tongue as she told me, "Son,
fear is the heart of love."
And I never went back.

Time, truth, and hearts

Will you persist even after I bet you a billion dollars that I'll never love you, and

I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer

Can we climb this mountain, I don’t know
Higher now then ever before

A telephone to talk to strangers, machine gun and a camera lense

A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies

I'm going down by the river where it's warm and green

What's a fire, and why does it-- what's the word?

I wanna hold the hand that leads me to your city

I wanna go
I wanna fight
I wanna rush
I wanna run
I want to see you again under the setting sun

I packed my case, I checked my face
I looked a little bit older
I looked a little bit colder
timepiececlock: (Time Travellers (Tardis))
That's great, it starts with an earthquake...


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