current mood: complacent
current song: "You're So Damn Hot" -- OK Go
More computer issues... but what else is new? I'm starting a two week and a half week vacation tomorrow, so I won't be on the computer much anyways. Maybe by the time I come back, my new battery will be here and I'll be able to fix my laptop! That would be absolutely fabulous.
Before leaving for vacation tomorrow, I'm going to try to finish/edit/post some of the Spain/Romano ficlets that I have sitting around, plus some of those one-sentence fics. pilipa and I are having a writing jam tonight, so I'll totally get stuff done. I work so much better when she's around, but don't tell her I said that... even though she's probably reading this.
Stole this from pantstacular, who gave me five awesome words to ramble on about. Comment if you want me to give you five equally-awesome words so that you can ramble just like me!
Pirate Ray Guns
A pirate ray gun, in my mind at least, appears to be a beautiful nineteenth century Italian Percussion Dueling Pistol with a hardwood stock covered in pewter engravings, a polished brass barrel, and outfitted with an impractical pistol bayonet. Oh, and it shoots out massively destructive blue laser beams.
The fact that I described the gun with only minor googling can be attributed to what's-his-name, who I went on one disastrous date with after running into him at an anime convention. Six hours of being lectured about guns followed by the awkwardest sushi of my life. I learned a lot about guns. And awkwardness.
... Those pirate ray guns have spawned into a giant crack story. I did not mean for that to happen.
Oh, Romano. I don't even know why I like him so much. He doesn't fit with the normal trends for characters that I like. He's bratty, ungrateful, lazy, and not all that bright. Right away, however, there was something about him that made me latch on and not let go. Maybe it was all of his flaws? Because even though he's not always presented as the most likable character, he's still scarily relatable. Not that I'd ever throw a temper tantrum over chores and demand someone get me food NOW, YOU BASTARD! but I kind of really want to, especially lately.
At some point I'll probably do a Romano cosplay (especially if I can drag Travis or Elise along as my Spain!). Not just because I'd get to be grumpy and bratty, either. Just MOSTLY for the excuse to be grumpy and bratty. Of course, that comes after other stuff. Sorry, Romano.
About two years ago, my friend Trevor saw that I was in between fandoms and bored, so he made it his mission to convert me to comic books. He knew me well enough to hit all of my "Yay!" buttons and began loaning me comic books two or three at a time, starting with Sins of Youth and jumping all over Young Justice, then moving out into the Superboy, Impulse and Robin comics and the rest of the DC universe (and, yeah, a tiny bit of Marvel too).
I've always had a soft spot for Robins. Unfortunately, I have a lot of problems with all the former Robins at this point. I don't like Dick Grayson as Batman, I don't like Jason Todd as a 2-D villain, I don't like Tim Drake as a chauvinistic idiot in a dorky cowl, I don't like Stephanie Brown not knowing how to stand up for herself, and I don't like Damian Wayne. Period.
We learned the French word for moose the other day. Orignal.The plural is orignaux. Part of my current head canon is that France calls Canada "mon petit orignal" on occasion. Don't give me that look. I think it's cute! That g is awful to pronounce correctly, though. pilipa, Teresa and I all gave it a shot.
Crazy moose story. My cousin Colby is one of the sanest, most intelligent people in my family. He's smart, funny, and totally on the ball. He is not a moose. The moose comes later. He and his family went on a trip to Canada. Colby decided to go on a hike alone through the woods. He got a bit lost because, while smart, funny and totally on the ball, his sense of direction is a bit fail. The sun started going down and he got a bit nervous but was fairly certain that he was going the right way. Until a moose walked up to him and kindly informed him that he was going the wrong way. Dead serious. He swears up and down that a moose walked up to him and spoke to him, telling him that he was going the wrong way. He started screaming and running in the opposite direction... and ended up back at camp five minutes later. Still screaming. I don't know about a talking moose, but my aunt can at least attest to the screaming.
On a related note, I have a crazy craving for chocolate mousse.
There are so many things that I could say about this phrase. Reading Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction in the JCCC computer lab before I got my laptop because Joey Wheeler is awesome. Trying not to laugh too loudly while pantstacular and I watched Yu-Gi-Oh The Abridged Series while Kirsten slept downstairs. Or watching it, huddled around a laptop while still in Naruto cosplay after getting rained out of Campus Craze.
The memory that really jumps out with this phrase, however, is zooming around a little go-cart arena, screaming "BROOKLYN RAGE!" and "IN AMERICA!" at each other furiously. Best go-cart race of my life, seriously. Not that I've had many go-cart races, really. But still.