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No time for pity
Alright, this whole waking up at 7:00 thing has got to stop. Especially since I don't have classes until Wednesday, and even then my earliest class doesn't require my getting up that early.
Forgot to wish Catt a safe journey to NC.
And I believe we can add Allen Schezar to the list of Pretty!Blonde!boys who are infinitely boinkable, Thorne. I vaguely remember finding a fic once that involved Allen and Mr. Rat...too bad I couldn't locate it now.
Morgan added to her memoir Monday, January 12, 2004 07:47 a.m.
Fire z missiles!
Back in Memphis after a long but pleasant drive. I wish it hadn't been quite so sunny...driving westward in the afternoon isn't all it's cracked up to be.
I am seated amid piles and piles of my belongings. I own entirely too much stuff...and I don't want to unpack it. I should, though, since Paige is due back any moment now, and her stuff combined with my stuff would make a horrendous mess.
And now to peel the contacts off my eyes.
Morgan added to her memoir Sunday, January 11, 2004 07:05 p.m.
When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way
Packing and watching West Side Story. It and Sweeny Todd are the only musicals I would ever remotely tolerate participating in. I would like to work on a production of West Side Story besides the one my high school did...it was okay, but Jesus God almighty I hated those damn painted drops. Drops are the devil.
Anyway, leaving for Memphis tomorrow morning after Mom forces some breakfast in me and we load my car. This means I'll soon have internet access on MY computer, so I'll post a shit ton of artwork, writings and such. I might even update the idiocy section of the gallery that I've decided will contain the stupid doodles I do that precious few understand. Like the mutant sperm.
So. I'm off to watch Riff and 'Nardo kill each other, and then to bed. See you all in central time.
Morgan added to her memoir Sunday, January 11, 2004 12:03 a.m.
He's a real nowhere man
Okay, for all the misgivings I had about Big Fish, I went to see it tonight with Mom and Dad.
For a sparkly movie set in Alabama and as odd as that seems to be when Tim Burton's direction is considered...dude, that was a great movie. An indication of this is that Mom has yet to remark on the non-southern actors using southern accents--usually a pet peeve of hers. It was just a job well done, really. And I can't decide if I want to model Tom or Harry on Billy Crudup.
It's also odd to go to a movie here in GA, since there are about twenty minutes of commercials and maybe two previews. That doesn't happen in Memphis. Anyway, this one ad made me laugh hysterically...it's one sponsored by the theatre to remind the audience to turn off things that make noise. This is how it went:
Subtitle: In the deep Pacific, silence saved lives...
*sailors looking nervous, various gauges, etc.*
Captain: Keep it nice and quiet now, we're in enemy territory...
*cell phone rings*
*sailors exchange panicked looks*
Captain: What's that ringing noise?! Turn it off!
*cell phone rings again, louder*
Sailor: Oh, no... *looks upward at what we may presume to be enemy submarines closing in*
Subtitle: Please, turn off your cell phones.
I started laughing because this thing was straight out of WWII propaganda...you know what I'm thinking of, Catt. So I kept expecting the subtitle to read, "If your cell phone rings during the movie, it must be Hitler calling."
I am so weird.
Morgan added to her memoir Friday, January 9, 2004 10:56 p.m.
I am the sun and the air
This last week, I've watched more television than I've watched the entire semester. I've discovered all the shows I used to be addicted to are being aired during the daytime, usually back-to-back. This is awesome, and yet I can't help but feel I should be fighting the pull of the idiot box. But...but...it's Buffy...and Charmed...and Highlander...all back-to-back.
At least I haven't descended to the depths of watching Oprah or something.
I ate toast without fear today.
I'd dearly love to borrow the second volume of Basara, Catt, but since the rest of the time home will be spent doing laundry and packing, I don't know when I'd have time to read it or get it back to you. Thanks for the offer, though. ^_^
And Thorne, I'm not sure why you're asking, but my particular favorite is the New Oxford Annotated because I had to get it for class, so it's all dog-eared and highlighted and scribbled in. And there are massive footnotes for those of us heathens who stop mid-geneaology and say, "Wait, didn't X beget Y a few verses ago?!"
I'm off to try to eat something crunchy, because I CAN.
Morgan added to her memoir Friday, January 9, 2004 11:23 a.m.
Wheel of morality turn, turn, turn...
...tell us the lesson that we should learn.
Moral #836: I am apparently allergic to codeine.
Anyway, I came through the ordeal pretty well. Half my jaw looks like I got the shit beaten out of me, but it doesn't hurt too terribly much. I keep seeing commercials for pizza and it's driving me nuts, both because I want to be able to chew pizza NOW and because I want to be back in Memphis with Paige because she'll eat pineapple pizza with me.
Also, good news, Catt...I did some work on that sketch of a certain swishy ghost-pirate. I think he'll be ready to post when I get back to Memphis.
ChuChu: Chuuu?
Saionji: NO!
ChuChu: Chuuu...
Saionji: Aww, for crying out loud...NO!
Morgan added to her memoir Wednesday, January 7, 2004 07:22 p.m.
Hand me those red pills.
I shall return shortly, minus two teeth and drooling. o.0;;
Morgan added to her memoir Tuesday, January 6, 2004 08:06 a.m.
Chuuuuuu?
Ahahaha. Had a nice visit with Catt today, which included much fic-talk and some randomness (in a wheelchair, no less) that I'm sure is going to creep into my everyday speech. Its appearance in the blog goes without saying.
I've decided I'm not even going to attempt to post, rec, or update anything until I'm back at school. I've been pretty productive this break and there's something about posting things that kills my productivity. It's like eating a big meal and then being unable to eat anything else until you've sat on the couch for a while and scratched your tummy. Not that I really DO that, mind you. Also, it's just too much of a pain to put everything on a disk and then scurry over to Mom's computer to upload it. Damn, I am lazy.
I'm ready to head back to Elvisville. Unfortunately, there's a visit from my uncle's family and two wisdom teeth standing between me and the open road. I'm not sure which I'm looking forward to more. -_-;; Don't get me wrong, I love my uncle to death, it's just the wife and kids that I'm not too keen on. Eh, we'll see how it goes. If nothing else I can spike my drink and get some laughs out of the whole thing.
I am le tired. I think I'll take a nap and then fire ze missiles.
Morgan added to her memoir Saturday, January 3, 2004 01:33 a.m.
Begin
Happy New Year, folks. I did absolutely nothing festive, but I did churn out some artwork. Rock.
Catt has a new layout. It is green and it makes me want mint chocolate chip ice cream. ^_^
By the way, it's time for Good Idea, Bad Idea. Good idea: taking your grandmother to the local tea room for lunch. Bad idea: doing it less than an hour after having had a filling done at the dentist, so your entire upper jaw is numb. I never realized how much you use your upper lip to eat with a spoon. I had to eat my soup by waiting until the waitress wandered off, then licking it off the spoon. Fun.
Anyway, hope '04 is as much fun as '03...make that MORE fun. '03 got a bit nasty there for a while.
Morgan added to her memoir Thursday, January 1, 2004 11:37 a.m.
Height of boredom
I am doing this because I am very, very bored but not feeling creative in the least. Also, I rarely fill these things out, so if I'm going to take one once a year, it might as well be a big fucker.
The rules are simple:
1. Copy this whole list (and these three rules) into your journal.
2. Bold the things that you have in common with me.
3. Whatever you don't bold, replace with things about you.
It's fun because it takes an annoying part out of normal online "about-me"s, ie when someone else writes something good and you want to use it again. Of course, if you're very different from the person who you're copying from you have to make up lots about yourself...
01. My aversion to online questionnaires stems from my somewhat naive wish to hold onto some sort of e-anonymity, despite the RIAA breathing down our necks.
02. I love reading, and still love books for all ages. I'll read anything that you put in front of me.
03. I appreciate Harry Potter, because it's so nice to take a break from real work and be able to plough through an entire book, and have it be GOOD and thought-provoking.
04. I own a stuffed alligator named Elvis. I bought him at K-Mart my first year of high school, but was too embarassed to tell my mom that I paid as much as I did for it. She believes I won him at the Coosa Valley Fair.
05. I get excited when people know what dumb 80s factoid I'm talking about, like Fraggle Rock or that cartoon about the girl with the koalas in Australia
06. Bananas are the only food I have refused to eat since I was a baby.
07. I've got astigmatism and I have contacts, the same prescription for both eyes.
08. I hate people who TypE LyKe D1s...
09. I've been to the Jack Daniel's Distillery, Racoon Caves, Ruby Falls, Rock City and the Chattanooga Aquarium.
10. I dearly love the food at Memphis Pizza Cafe, but sometimes I want pizza for the grease, not the feta.
11. I am 5'1" on a good day, but Paige and Willett were convinced I was 5'7". I don't wear shoes THAT high.
12. I like to drive by myself in the mountains for hours with James Taylor and Bad Company playing.
13. I hated, hated, HATED middle school. The only good thing that came out of middle school is that I ended up going to a better high school.
14. I had a dog named Buster who was grouchy like Ed Asner, but he recently passed away. I still miss him.
15. I like to have different groups of friends so I can hang out with one when I'm sick of the others.
16. I'm disgustingly impatient when dealing with stupidity
17. I need a lover who won't drive me crazy, as the song goes.
18. Sweet Jesus, it's only number 18.
19. I wish I were pleased with my drawing style.
20. While I firmly believe that Christopher Walken is the creepiest man on earth, I also think he's hilarious on SNL. Colonel Angus, please?
21. I wish you could see more stars in Memphis. Stupid pyramid.
22. I love being politically incorrect.
23. I hate piles of dishes in the sink.
24. I hate it when people can't just figure out what needs doing and DO it, rather than stand there and look dumb.
25. I am the wise master of procrastination with positive results. Eat it, Joyce.
26. I have a secret love for my nerdliness.
27. I love Memphis, but I do wish it didn't smell quite so much like zoo.
28. Licorice makes me cringe.
29. I have one friend who has about twenty other people wondering if/when he's going to come out of the closet. Ten of those will be ecstatic if he does, and the others will weep for the loss to womankind.
30. Nicole Kidman is my hero because she's pale and doesn't give a shit.
31. I have lived in a dorm for seven years now. SEVEN YEARS.
32. Filet-o-Fish at McDonalds frightens me.
33. I'm so happy that I'm no longer in high school but sad because it's been overrun by Nazis.
34. Three of my grandparents are alive and one is going crazy on us.
35. I turned down my invitation to debut. Please.
36. I wish I could sleep as late as I used to.
37. I get irritated when my mom assumes too much about my relationships with people, not just romantic ones.
38. I have a memory like an elephant. If you ask me something and I say I can't remember, I'm most likely lying to you.
39. I thought I was relatively messy until I lived with Helen and Ben this year.
40. I have to keep my nails painted or I will gnaw on them.
41. Livejournal scares me. It's too Big Brother for me.
42. I am an only child, but I think of Kyle as the brother I never had. Sometimes this appalls me, which makes me think he's even more like a brother than I realize.
43. Paige and I communicate in a system of rhyming slang and monkey noises that frightens most normal people.
44. My hands are going numb typing this
45. I think i sound like a dumbass if i hear my own voice played back to me This is why I'm not keen on going into film.
46. I have battled the clog in the bathroom sink and won.
47. I don't mind cold as long as it's productive. None of this grey drizzle shit. Gimme snow or gimme Miami.
48. Come to think of it, I have grown increasingly fond of cold. I used to hate it. Now I've decided I like suits too much to want to live where it's hot.
49. I will gorge myself on chicken phillys at the Lair.
50. I love having late-night parties at the theatre with a fire, s'mores, and wine...despite the fact that s'mores and wine don't go together whatsoever.
51. I am a perfectionist who has learned to only give a selective shit.
52. I've never actually broken a bone, other than fracturing some toes and chipping a bone in the palm of my hand.
53. I'm going to have a helluva time cutting back on the soft drinks.
54. I've passed two forgettable crushes and/or boyfriends on to Paige. One of them has since come out and said he has a crush on Helen's boyfriend. Go, us.
55. I like doing things in one sitting - i hate to draw things out.
56. I love walking around with no pants on and a blanket wrapped around like a toga. Weird.
57. I'm level-headed but I can spin some terrible scenarios in my head if I'm worried about something.
58. I love eavesdropping on people with accents.
59. I want to visit Scotland and the Pacific Northwest just because I feel them tug.
60. I like singing as long as no one can hear me.
61. I like to think I could be a real bitch of a criminal mastermind should the need arise.
62. I have lived in four different houses, four different dorms, three different states, and had nine room mates.
63. I love getting wine-drunk best because it's warm and fuzzy.
64. I can make a mean red velvet cake.
65. I almost always have vivid dreams
66. I wasn't terribly girly as a child but I did like tea parties.
67. I was born in Atlanta, GA
68. I have tried to name my car several times and nothing sticks.
69. I always stay up too late
70. I like to play board games
71. I take my coffee black, unless Helen makes it. Then I discreetly pour it out and make myself tea, also black.
72. I've never paid, or been paid for, sexual favors
73. I miss Disney movies like Sleeping Beauty and Robin Hood.
74. Speaking Robin Hood, I could recite it in its entirely in my sleep.
75. I wish holidays were as fun as they were when I was ten.
76. I can pop my fingers four different ways.
77. I miss Michelle, Katie, Ani, Jenny, and the Liz we knew before aliens ate her brain.
78. I am eternally grateful that our high school band did not march.
79. I get my road rage from my grandmother.
80. I cannot get enough of Johnny Depp
81. Online religion quizzes tell me I'm Unitarian, but I can't be that because I'm not entirely sure what it means.
82. I hate professors who want you to regurgitate what they've lectured.
83. My classes my freshman year of college were so good they spoiled several of the subsequent ones I took.
84. Vodka makes me think of the beach this past summer, sitting on the beach with a citronella candle, playing guitar and singing songs from Hamlet.
85. I like to wear bits of men's clothing. I blame my childhood obsession with VH1 and watching Madonna's Vogue video one too many times.
86. I bite things. A lot.
87. My guilty cinematic pleasures are electric westerns and 80s television.
88. I don't smoke, and I'm amazed.
89. I am most comfortable in a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
90. Willett once alphabetized my buddy list and I sent him the, "Hey, everybody! I'm looking at gay porn!" site in retaliation.
91. I love to get into debates.
92. My hair is no longer curly now that I've cut it. I don't know what happened.
93. I have a soft spot for villains.
94. I learned how to tango once, but I hardly remember how to do it.
95. I have at least three completed original stories in my head, but I am never happy with the result when I try to write or draw them out.
96. Kyle has given me a case of Corona for every special occasion since we met. Good influence.
97. I am ecstatic that I am beyond the reach of Georgia's Nazi minor driving laws.
98. I want to be Cookie when I grow up.
99. I just spent an hour following a lead in some Harry Potter research. I am the consummate dork.
100. I am done with this survey now. Take this thing at your own peril.
Whew.
Morgan added to her memoir Tuesday, December 30, 2003 08:09 p.m.
Everybody was kung-fu fighting
If anyone has wondered where I've been for the past few days, I've been learning how to use my favorite Christmas present, the newest version of Painter. Unfortunately, upon installing it and drooling at the nifty tools (there's one that makes sparklies...not cheesy ones, either), I discovered that I have artist's block.
I had been working on a pic for a winter/Christmas layout, but...that obviously didn't happen. So I've contented myself with reading ficcage and discovering an entire enclave of people who, like me, love to entertain such scenarios as Gone Postal!Harry, Addict!Harry, and Manwhore!Draco. All of these fantastic stories and such I will rec when I'm posting from a computer that has my favorites list on it.
If this doesn't jog my creativity, then it will surely be jogged next week when I'm drugged up due to my wisdom teeth being pulled.
Harry: Are you sure you should be off the couch?
Me: *drools unconsciously* Why shouldn't I be? I just had a fabulous vision of you and Tom...and tutus...
Tom: Get your valium-ass back on that couch.
Me: My toes are tingly.
This could be interesting.
Morgan added to her memoir Tuesday, December 30, 2003 09:53 a.m.
Good Lord.
Home. Gah. That was so bizarre I don't even have the energy to put any of my new Christmas toys to use. I don't even have the presence of mind to read fanfic to bring me back to the real world.
That's sad, that I think of ficcage as "the real world."
Give me a drink and the rest of tonight to recover and convince myself that I'm not 85 years old, and then somebody come play with me. o_0;;
Morgan added to her memoir Saturday, December 27, 2003 09:33 p.m.
Quick happy Christmas post
Yeah, it's a day late, but we're all gathered at my grandma's house where entertainment involves sitting in the tiny living room with creepy knick-knacks staring at you, discussing the medical conditions of relatives we don't know.
Wheeeeee.
Anyway, just wanted to tell everyone I hope they had a very happy Christmas, and I hope their haul was a good one.
And now I'm off to find a sweater because my grandma keeps the heat set at 65 to conserve energy. o_0;;
Morgan added to her memoir Friday, December 26, 2003 11:00 a.m.
Please bleed
*blink*
I think I just produced a decent Harry/Draco drabble. In one sitting, no less. This seems too suspicious to be true, so I think I'll let it ripen on the hard drive for a few days before I post it in case it is, in fact, crap. I usually like to write Tom/Harry and draw Harry/Draco. Where this tidbit of ficcage came from, I have no clue.
I hate putting gifts in boxes. I'd much rather wrap it as is, so as to really confuse the hell out of the recipient. I love abnormally-shaped packages. Guessing what's inside is so much fun...is it a bottle of gin? Monkey? Small unwanted Ethiopian child? Really, the fun never ends.
Speaking of Christmas gifts, I'm good with early January, Catt. Seeing as the family we're supposed to see this holiday is being somewhat noncommittal, there's really no telling what time would be good.
I wanted to bring Pirates home to watch with Mom and Dad, but Paige hijacked it. Blast. So I suppose I'll have to go wrap the last of my presents now, and find something productive to do. Ha.
Morgan added to her memoir Monday, December 22, 2003 06:49 p.m.
Home is where you hang your mullet.
Home after a windy but otherwise eventless drive. Helluva lot better than this time last year, when it took me nine hours to make a six hour drive in pouring rain and dark. Mmmm.
The mullet reference in the subject refers to the family that's bought the house Kyle and Matt lived in last year...on my way out of town this morning I noted that there's five of them. All with mullets, no less. That made me so very happy, picturing a little cross-stitch sampler hanging over the fireplace that says, "The Mullets."
Still have to set up my computer and such, since I had some time to think out a few Gilgamesh details on the way home. I think I just managed to save myself a lot of time by cutting out some stuff. Wheee.
Right. Those who are on their way home, be safe, and those who are home, be lazy.
Morgan added to her memoir Thursday, December 18, 2003 11:10 p.m.
"You bow to no one."
Just got back from Return of the King.
I still have chills.
...and also, an exam in four hours. Wheeeeeee. More on the movie later, when I'm not wired and slightly panicked about my exams tomorrow, and when more people have had a chance to see it.
Posted updates in the gallery--one Christmas oekaki and the previously mentioned commission.
Morgan added to her memoir Wednesday, December 17, 2003 04:21 a.m.
Heroin is so passe
Finished my commission for Kat and will scan it as soon as the spatter dries. It was the first time I've painted anything in natural media since I got my hair cut and I was terribly disoriented because I usually stick brushes in my hair. It won't go up now, so I had to stick them behind my ears. I kept smacking myself in the back of the head in my unconscious quest for brushes there.
I should probably study some more for my finals tomorrow. Instead I think I'll go to a midnight showing of Return of the King...stupid? Yes. Ah, well, at least I have a whole 36 hours to recover from my lack of sleep before I have to drive home.
Morgan added to her memoir Tuesday, December 16, 2003 05:23 p.m.
And also
Thorne, your Remus/Sirius ficcage makes me smile...and hope to God I don't run into a turtle anytime soon.
Morgan added to her memoir Monday, December 15, 2003 08:31 p.m.
Amen, omen
Crikey.
Finished my Ulysses paper sometime in the wee hours of the morning. It's...well, it's done. I could probably have done better had I hit my stride with it sooner. As it was, I didn't decide to start tolerating the damn thing until around one in the morning. Somehow I managed to weird Paige out by breaking into spontaneous fits of laughter as I re-read bits of the chapter. Something about lack of sleep and lack of caring makes intellectualism come into focus. So...I worked in everything from German expressionism, the Wizard of Oz, Alice in Wonderland, Buster Keaton, Emmett Kelly, Waiting for Godot and Yellow Submarine, replete with illustrations. Booyah.
Add to that my theory paper which turned out half as long as it should have been, but...hell, I said everything I wanted to say, and I'll be damned if I'm going to waste time putting in filler. So no more papers this semester.
I would put up a holiday layout, but I've been working on a commission that's supposed to be a Christmas present, and I want to finish it before I leave town. So, we'll see. Perhaps a "winter" layout that might go up closer to Christmas and last into January.
According to this particular quiz, I have issues with odd things. Did it know I like to tell dead baby jokes?
 | I have issues with... | walls
children
domination
society
submission
| Take Word Association Test
Morgan added to her memoir Monday, December 15, 2003 06:40 p.m.
I don't know where you came from
Good Lord. I promised a number of you some candy by this evening, so here. Have the entire first section of Gilgamesh.
We're forecasted to have snow tomorrow. Wheeee. Good day to stay in and write two big-ass papers. o_0;;
I have to say Livejournal scares me. It's the paranoid conspiracy-theorist in me, I think. I've seen how easily Paige can get on there and uncover people we know, whose livejournals I don't think they ever want us to read. I don't think I'd be too fond of real-life people from around here reading mine. Not that it's of any interest to them, but my Lord, the religious conversations I'd have with some people when they discovered the extent of my slash fandom.
Not pretty.
Morgan added to her memoir Friday, December 12, 2003 06:38 p.m.
The question is unseen
First, let me say I found the body piercing t-shirt here hilarious. Thanks, Jason, for giving me Christian goodie-bags that can give me so much agnostic joy.
Anyway, as the hour is nigh for me to start flipping out about my papers due Monday, I thought I'd put them off for another day and attend a couple study sessions for my other, less frightening exams. I also ended up going over to Kyle's for their impromptu Christmas get-together last night. It was loads of fun because I haven't hung out over there in a long, long time and there were tons of people there I've missed since the shows closed. I also gave Kyle, Erin, Matt, and Nicole copies of the Hamlet DVD that I finally figured out how to burn. Getting my printer to print spine labels for them was an epic battle, but I won.
Also spent considerable time talking to Kyle about Matt and the fact that he's in all likelihood going to get kicked out of school...again. Long story, stupid story. We also covered Kyle's plans of moving to Chicago and starting a theatre group there, and how he wants me to come up and work with him. He even pulled the, "Why teach now? Act now!" card. Don't get me wrong, I want to get out there and earn the experience I think I'll need to be a good teacher, but I think that also involves doing it my way and not getting caught with the old college crowd. I appreciate his goals and I would love to work with him again at some point, but...I really want to do classical training.
Spent alot of time talking to Jonathan, too. I've missed the little bastard.
Reading those last few paragraphs, I've decided there must be something about copious amounts of red wine that encourages long, deep conversations. Hmm.
Okay, I've wasted enough time here. Time to go drink a bottle of Windex and pass out on the kitchen floor in an attempt to better understand Ulysses.
Morgan added to her memoir Thursday, December 11, 2003 07:17 p.m.
Lay your body down
May I also add that I am in love, love, love with the HP artwork I've been nosing around in at Southern Cross. Scribbly meets Amano meets Hogwarts. Mmmmm. I usually don't like HP art done in true manga style, but good Lord...this stuff is gorgeous.
Gah. Back to work.
Morgan added to her memoir Wednesday, December 10, 2003 10:06 a.m.
He lights a candle so he can see me bleed
That's just what's on the stereo right now, I promise. Exam week hasn't sent me into a royal funk (yet).
Still in denial about all the shit I have to do, especially this Ulysses paper, which Catt referred to as my dissertation upon hearing the topic. No, no, it's not time for me to be writing a dissertation of any sort.
So instead I've been writing like crazy on Gilgamesh...I believe I've just about finished the first section (up to the point where Harry decides to suck it up and befriend Tom).
*blink* An unfortunate turn of phrasing, that. 0_o;;
Also working on a pic to toss up for a holiday layout, but...I don't think it's going to happen. What was a doodle has turned into something I'm being quite picky about. If I bite the bullet and take Excalibur here home to work on it, yeah, it might get done before 2004. Eh.
Off to suffer the last day of classes. Badabing.
Morgan added to her memoir Wednesday, December 10, 2003 09:20 a.m.
John is my Homeboy
As it's been 8 December here for nearly two hours (and seeing as I'm still awake), I thought I'd post my little tribute to John Lennon on the anniversary of his death. I had a shirt that had black paint spatters all over it...it happens when you work in the scene shop. Anyway, I attacked it with a Sharpie, and this is the result:
Word, John-boy. Thanks for the memories that are at best genius, at worst just bizarre.
Morgan added to her memoir Monday, December 8, 2003 01:37 a.m.
Procrastination at its finest
My academic life is going to be hellatious for the next ten days. This means...PROCRASTINATION TIME!
If you have fond memories of Old School Nintendo, go see the Mario Twins and laugh your ass off.
Canaan Banana. I can't emphasize how shocked I was when I found out this was a real article, and not something from the Onion.
And last but not least, the most recent installment of the adventures of Weebl (and sometimes Weebl's friend, Bob). Hot tasty fun to be had.
Perhaps I should go write my 8-12 page paper on Ulysses. Or maybe I could have a tango with a rabid zombie monkey. That would be preferable.
Morgan added to her memoir Sunday, December 7, 2003 10:03 p.m.
I am pale, evaporated, collected on these sheets
Holy shit, yo. I bought the Pirates DVD Tuesday when it came out, but only got around to perusing the special features tonight. There is some damn cool stuff on there, like the storyboard thing and some behind-the-scenes stuff. The best part, though (and I say this as a fanfiction writer), was the deleted scenes. I mean, there were the usual ones you watch and say, "Yeah, good thing they cut that. That was really dull."
But then there were the ones between Jack and Elizabeth.
I honestly believe the ONLY reason they were cut, besides the length of the film, is that the film was designed to be a "summer blockbuster." You can't have summer blockbusters with unresolved love triangles. Or quadrangles, for that matter. And had they left those two scenes in, I believe wholeheartedly that the audience would have left the theater feeling as though Elizabeth should have chosen Jack. And we can't have the heroine not choose the simple deadly-dull hero, now can we? Of course not.
But damn, there was some heavy sexual tension going on in there. Wow. Makes me want to read deserted island ficcage, though I won't because I don't want FF.net to swallow my good mood whole with its terrifyingly bad PotC fiction.
I'm working on Gilgamesh. I promise. It's just that right when I think I've something written that won't give away integral parts of the plot, it keeps going...which is unusual for me. So why fight it?
Can I have a pirate for Christmas? Please?
Morgan added to her memoir Sunday, December 7, 2003 01:32 a.m.
I think it's time to find a new religion
Dreamed about Buster last night. Warm and fuzzy, literally.
Oi, Twig, I'm with you on the oatmeal thing. I'd much prefer it if all oatmeal came in cookie form, but that sort of defeats the purpose.
Also, because I got a kick out of the image of anyone trying to scavenge for more Gilgamesh bits, I'll see if I can't throw together something presentable from it to post.
Brrrrr.
Morgan added to her memoir Friday, December 5, 2003 10:10 a.m.
Come my minions, fly for your master...
Made easy mac. Put the pasta in the bowl, added the water, popped it in the microwave for 3 and a half minutes, you know the drill. Upon removing the macaroni from the microwave, however, I discovered that all the noodles were standing on end.
It was like Judgement Day for macaroni or something...either that or they were all saluting me as their lord and master. Yeah, that was probably it. Morgan, Lord of Macaroni.
Weird.
Morgan added to her memoir Thursday, December 4, 2003 10:25 p.m.
She lays her head in flowers and wine
It actually smelled like winter today. Brisk, some house somewhere nearby with a fire going, last gasp of leaf-smell. Mmmm.
The downside is that I discivered my neck gets a lot colder now that I'm minus about five inches of hair. Time to break out the scarf.
I am going to have an incredible amount of stuff due in about a week. Best start it now and quit drawing Christmas pictures of Harry and Draco.
I've also been wandering around some Gundam Wing doujinshi scans lately...returning to a fandom after you've left it for a while gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling. I've missed Duo. I also discovered that Treize's hair is drawn the way I always try to draw Draco's hair...bwahaha, now I have a REFERENCE! FEAR ME AND MY EXAM-TIME PROCRASTINATION!
Editing a Sirius and Harry bonding moment drabble that's bloated itself into what one might call a vignette. Or a short. I can't ever keep the terms straight.
Glad to hear things are looking up, Catt. ^_^
Morgan added to her memoir Thursday, December 4, 2003 01:51 p.m.
Willy and the Poor Boys
Not a whole helluva lot to update about. Just doing a surprisingly reasonable amount of work...I'm not too loaded with papers and such right now. Give me until this time next week.
Helen and I realized we had finished our assignments for Wednesday, so we decided to make an evening of it by planting ourselves on the couch with some Pabst and a viedo she bought at Blockbuster...Daytime's Most Wanted Men of Passion.
Yes, it was a Tuesday night and we broke out the redneck beer. Yes, it's a video of soap opera clips and interviews with the actors. Yes, it's terrible. Yes, I know almost all the lines. A couple excerpts from the box that highlight my favorites...
"On One Life to Live, James DePaiva lives life to the max! Witness Max Holden's steamy encounters with a host of gorgous Llanview ladies, then follow thrill-seeking James through his own real life adventures."
"John J. York plays General Hospital's sexy charmer Mac Scorpio, who met his match when he fell for the feisty Felicia Jones. In an up-close-and-personal profile, you'll see that this TV Aussie is actually as American as apple pie."
Keep in mind, now, that Max Holden dates from late 80s GH, so he sports a mullet and a neck scarf. And this so-called Aussie Mac Scorpio speaks with no accent whatsoever, but occasionally throws in a "roight," or a, "crikey."
I love my life.
Morgan added to her memoir Wednesday, December 3, 2003 09:26 a.m.
This makes me a nerd in slouch socks.
Morgan added to her memoir Monday, December 1, 2003 06:59 p.m.
We want you as a new recruit
You're the policeman. You protect the weak and
ensure that justice is done, all while wearing
really tight pants. Why wear a uniform if you
can't have style? You don't take any crap and
are more than happy to use your nightstick on
anyone who gives you lip.
What member of the Village People are you?
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Morgan added to her memoir Monday, December 1, 2003 12:10 a.m.
One foot in front of the other...
...all the way across Alabama and Mississippi. Point is, I'm back in Memphis. Yee-haw.
Thanksgiving was interesting, I suppose. We ended up driving to my grandma's in NC, where we heard all about my schizophrenic, bi-polar great-aunt who isn't really either of those things, just addicted to pain pills. Good ol' family time.
I'm the first one back in the apartment, which means I'll end up cleaning rather than unpacking because I hate unpacking and the roomies forgot to do the dishes before they left. Ick.
More later after something of interest happens. Hope everybody gets back to where they once belonged safely.
Morgan added to her memoir Sunday, November 30, 2003 12:45 p.m.
Skin chilled to the bone
It's late and I can't seem to sleep. Odd, that. Usually it's not an issue when I'm home. I think part of it has to do with the occasional random reflexes I have that are empty without Buster wandering around here. The dryer made a noise a minute ago that sounded like him scratching the carpet to make a bed, and I actually got up to see if he was at the bottom of the stairs. It's just little things like that, that catch you when you're not fully paying attention. Like leaving the TV on for him when we leave to run errands, or seeing the really dirty carpet in the corners where he used to sleep.
It makes me want to write Sirius ficcage. But I don't know that I have anything jotted down that's comprehensible, so I'll wait and see what I can piece together.
So instead I'll content myself with some newfound Tom/Harry smut. Like this. I don't even know if that link will work...it's a file hosted by a Yahoo group, I think. It's one of the more bizarre fics I've read recently...but the scenarios's possible. Definitely not plausible, but possible. And kinky as hell.
Oh, and I added a link to a Tom/Harry fanlisting there on the right. Eh. I'm considering this research and moral support to get my ass in gear to finish Gilgamesh. Generally this includes reading FF.net crap that angers me to the point of crying, "INJUSTICE!" and writing the fic that Tom and Harry surely deserve.
Gah. I have to go to bed soon or I'll be miserably grouchy for Thanksgiving dinner. If I don't post again within the next few hours, rest assured that I've somehow managed to knock myself unconscious.
Morgan added to her memoir Thursday, November 27, 2003 01:30 a.m.
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Home. Loooooong drive, traffic sucked even though I go over the river and through the woods in order to avoid both Birmingham and Chattanooga.
It is very weird to be home and not have a dog snoring somewhere.
Mom and Dad have yet to turn on the heat upstairs...eeeeaaaaa, it's cold. I'm going to stop typing now because my fingers hurt. Time to go ball up in bed and read something racy to warm myself up. ^_^
Morgan added to her memoir Wednesday, November 26, 2003 12:30 a.m.
Who's bad?
Okay, there's a junior seminar course being taught in the English department next semester devoted entirely to "bad Shakespeare." I'm assuming they mean the less popular plays like Coriolanus and Troilus and Cressida...but this is what popped into my head, so I had to create it.
Holy mother of God, why am I still awake? Oh yeah, so I can wish Catt a very happy birthday. Lots of love to you. ^_^
Morgan added to her memoir Tuesday, November 25, 2003 03:12 a.m.
There is a man asking a question, "Is this really the end of the world?"
Okay, so it's finally gotten COLD here. It started out somewhere around 70 degrees on my way to the theatre for our closing matinee, and ended up somewhere around 30 by the time I left after strike. Jeebus.
I must also recount my adventures in plumbing with Paige. We've had a sink that's been terribly slow for the past few weeks, so we finally bought some Drano. Suffice it to say this quest included the two of us under the sink with a wrench, latex gloves, and lots of grungy towels. I think whatever was in that drain was sentient. Anyway, we triumphed over the goo and did a happy dance when we finally cleaned the thing out and watched the water drain as it should.
Then we moved all the air fresheners into the bathroom because whatever that WAS in the sink smelled like complete shit.
I go home tomorrow. Yay.
Must plug Thorne's new layout. It's colored like a spice cookie. I just want to eat it.
Morgan added to her memoir Monday, November 24, 2003 01:04 p.m.
I'll bring home the turkey, if you bring home the bacon
So someone sent Ben a CD through the campus mail, without a return address. It's in a case covered in pink glitter hearts, and on the CD it says, "I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon." I can't describe the weirdness that is the mix of songs on it...suffice it to say it's so bizarre, it's good. Of course, Helen's none too happy somebody's sending love songs to her boyfriend through the mail, but we all think it's pretty funny.
This follows, of course, the poster we found in the Rat on the day after Halloween that made reference to Ben's gigantic chops that he shaved off for Halloween. Someone noticed and put up a flyer that said, "Have you seen these chops?" with a crude sketch of some sideburns. We kinda had a feeling it was referencing Ben...I mean, how could you NOT notice that these things weren't stuck to his face anymore?
While we're at it, here's a picture of Helen, Ben, and Hannah, and one of Travis, me, Paige, Hannah, Helen, and Ball in our apartment. Yes, we call the big green ball Ball. He's like family to us.
Willett has a friend staying with him this weekend...this friend used to go to Brigham Young University and has transferred to OSU. He found it funny that at BYU you get chastised for walking on the grass because, "Cougars don't cut corners!" Here at Rhodes, the physical plant is practical...they watch for the little dirt trails through the grass created by lazy students, then make sidewalks there. They've also made little gravel places at the corners of sidewalk intersections where the grass can't survive. While Cougars don't cut corners, Lynx(es? -i?) apparently tread new ground.
Right. I'm off to burn a copy of this pink glittery atrocity becuase it's so damn funny.
Morgan added to her memoir Saturday, November 22, 2003 02:58 p.m.
Everybody's got something to hide except me and my monkey
Don't you worry at all about our conversation last night. Had I know she was poking around your cubby I would have either let you be or started spouting bizarrre sentences in hopes of weirding her out. It probably would have been the first option, though the second is sorely tempting.
Slept on wet hair last night and the result makes me look like a punk Hermione.
Ooh. Punk Hermione. I have time to sketch that in Astronomy...hmm.
Morgan added to her memoir Friday, November 21, 2003 10:43 a.m.
And now for something completely different.
This entry brought to you by a classroom overdose of post-modernist theory:
Thursday
Sweet Jesus no papers due until Tuesday! Tuesday, Tuesday! I dance now! Ha ha funny picture to post in the bathroom, must print out OH GOD NO NOT THE PRINTER! NOT THE BLINKING ORANGE LIGHT! greedy bastard taking three sheets of paper at a time I scold you heartily and reboot!
Thanksgiving dinner at the Rat means red slimy things in the gravy but excellent pie.
Reason #8762436 the repertory theatre here was a bad idea...those of us employed by the department have no way to earn any money for nearly three weeks, as opposed to one had we stuck to the old schedule. My paycheck was pitiful enough to make me waste ten dollars of it on a bottle of wine.
And finally, I give you Stout's tattoos. As he says in his profile, "Check out my body, win a prize!". Christ.
Morgan added to her memoir Thursday, November 20, 2003 06:34 p.m.
Fun with search hits!
5001 hits. Wow. I think it might be time for another round of stupid search hits in celebration.
Hey, if you're looking for fun hazing ideas, you've come to the wrong place. I'm sure Martha Stewart's done some magazine special on that from prison.
Free Willy fanfiction? Why, God, why?
Belldandy fuck novel. Now this is more my speed.
Surprisingly little work to do for the rest of this week. I think I've managed to convince myself that Thanksgiving break starts tomorrow, instead of next Tuesday. This could be potentially dangerous academically.
I've done some nosing around for Christmas presents (Early! Can you believe it?!) around town and online...it's unfortunate that I've got to be a cheap bastard this year. I keep coming across things that would be great...if I got paid three times what I do in the sweatshop behind the theatre. But hey, if I scrooge now, I can save my pennies for my trip to Oxford this summer *crosses fingers* where I can buy tourist crap for all of you. Wheeee.
Morgan added to her memoir Thursday, November 20, 2003 02:43 p.m.
Across the Universe
Hokay, I finally changed the layout. It's about time, I've had the Swampmates up there since the beginning of August. Anyway, this one features a guy who was supposed to be Draco in a realistic style, but who didn't really turn out that way. He's still Draco to me, though. I wasn't going so much a theme with this layout as a mood.
Also, the gallery has been updated. There's a couple oekaki and a couple more illustrations that I've been poking at for the past few weeks.
Why in God's name am I not in bed yet?!
Morgan added to her memoir Thursday, November 20, 2003 03:11 a.m.
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