cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (writing)
[livejournal.com profile] hollsh: brb, jumping offline
[personal profile] cimorene: ok!
[personal profile] cimorene: fuck yeah
[personal profile] cimorene: ...ahahah
[livejournal.com profile] hollsh: lol
[personal profile] cimorene: That was not what I meant to say! I accidentally hit ctrl+v! XD <3
[livejournal.com profile] hollsh: cya later!
[livejournal.com profile] hollsh: HAHAHHA

JINX

27 Aug 2009 10:48 pm
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (k/s pondering)
[livejournal.com profile] hollsh: Liam calls marshmallows 'fuffalos'.
[personal profile] cimorene: Well, that's not as dumb as what Kirk, Spock and McCoy call them in Star Trek V!
holls [simultaneously]: Better than marshmelons!

teaaaaaa

31 Dec 2008 01:22 pm
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (^_^)
LOL, so, I was starting to get worried that the package of teas [livejournal.com profile] hollsh sent me wasn't here yet.

But it arrived today. It was opened by Customs. GET YOUR OWN TEA, BITCHES. They even opened the shrink wrap around the box of Pomegranate green/white, Holls. Enya alone knows what they wanted - just one sniff? The Chai is inviolate still, fortunately.

(Why couldn't they just reseal and send along the package from my parents, too? Come on! There's nothing illegal in there! It probably contains like, M&Ms and goldfish crackers!)
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (balrog's angels)
I dreamed last night that [livejournal.com profile] hollsh and her husband road-tripped to Alabama while Wax and I were visiting my parents there, all the way from Canada, in order to renew their wedding vows at my childhood church (like... as a surprise for me?) without telling me, apparently so that I could take part as maid of honour this time. Since they now have two children, they were both groomsmen, too. The surprising part was the way they had scheduled it and nobody told me. I was at church with my parents and they showed up in an RV (you would take an RV too if you were driving from Toronto to Alabama with a toddler and a kindergartner), and then all these people started carrying the folding chairs around to rearrange the sanctuary in rows and setting up a flower-covered arbor at the front of the room and laying down an astroturf carpet and carting in a full-size standing piano. [livejournal.com profile] hollsh's Second Wedding Dress was purple. (Holls, you'll be happy to know that in the dream your hair was blue again. I think my subconscious can't imagine it otherwise.) While caterers were running in and out, and hefty men with ornamental tables and such, and this guy I was friends with in high school even though he was a fundamentalist Christian showed up with a portfolio of music to play the piano saying Holls had hired him via the Internet, I got charge of Liam because I had never seen him before. After the ceremony, the movers (?) rushed in promptly and started carrying everything out again, and we didn't even get to finish our coffee and celebratory desserts before Holls & co were back outside. She informed me that because the trip was so long they had to start driving immediately. I helped load them into the RV and waved them off.
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (batman)
On the subject of this icon that [livejournal.com profile] hollsh showed me:

cimness: KJFÖAKLSÖGKLAHGFÖADLGJFAD
cimness: It's like Batman. Batman is probably always prepared for *everything*
holls: Yes, especially buttsex
cimness: That could make a good joke! Like, ... aliens made them do it or something… and then, say, Wonder Woman is like, "But where are we going to get dental floss, strawberry lube, a ball gag and aluminum foil at this hour, on an unmanned space station?"1
cimness: and Batman's like, ":|"
holls: hahahahahaha
cimness: "Wow... it's even strawberry?"
cimness: "I like to be prepared."
cimness: Superman: "Bruce was a Boy Scout." WW: "Really?" Batman: "No."

1. My apologies to Roger Zelazny
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (whatever)
cim: I fail SO MUCH at commentficlet!
holls: is it comment novel now?
cim: you know how i said i was going to start over and write a short new pwp one for the prompt, then go finish the story as a story?
holls: yeah.
cim: well. I STARTED ANOTHER ONE... AND IT, TOO, HAS NO PORN. OR KINK
holls: oh geez *LOL*
cim: OR ANYTHING! AND IS LONG!
holls: hahahahahaha
cim: i was just trying to get them like... in the batcave alone together. but then for some reason, i thought i had to explain how they were there...
holls: LOL
cim: and now it's like a whole comment's length, and they're *still in the batmobile*
holls: it just didn't stop, did it?
cim: WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (tell me more)
Everyone has those moments where they're like, "That person is the who now?" or "I know SOMEONE on my flist had a cousin who won the international hotdog-eating competition! Was that him?" or "Wait, she's getting married? Who is this Bob? I thought she was dating someone named Mr. Mystery!"

Here are the people I am likely to mention without further explanation. )
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (balrog's angels)
Well, today was going to be Upgrade-the-OS day, but it took so long to install the new distro (Kubuntu Hardy) on Wax's computer that we never actually got around to mine (both at once, you say? Oh, no. Linux is great, but there's some trial and error involved and the worst thing that could happen would be having both computers down for the count simultaneously). Instead I tagged snapshots in my photo gallery, coming up with nine pages each of me and Wax and twelve pages of the cats (Perry already had his own subgallery - four pages; he's harder to photograph). Then I got ambitious and went back through ancient photographs, the ones that never even got uploaded anywhere, and found this visual record of what is certainly the coolest craft project I've embarked on in the past four years:

The Cow Gun
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (artsy)


The questions from [livejournal.com profile] hollsh were 1) name, 2) right- or left-handed, 3) favourite letters to write, 4) least favourite letters to write, 5) write "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog", and 6) tagging. PS have a hand-drawn version of my favourite LOLcat.
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (sweatdrop)
So we were just aim-chatting in a chatroom because we wanted to have a threeway - CHAT, GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER. GEEZ - and when I went to name the room at first, I had just keysmashed, but gaim rejected the name so I did a tiny, shorter keysmash without any non-Western characters in it, and I ended up naming it 'as'.

And a few minutes ago, some random person came into the chatroom. And Wax was like, "Cim! Who is that?" And I was like, "Who is who?" And she was like "IN THE CHATROOM" and I looked, and right then - into the terrifying silence - this person goes, "Frank isn't very nice"... and then leaves.

And immediately Bex is like "Who was that?" and we simultaneously were like "WE DON'T KNOW" and she was like "AAAAAAAAH ME EITHER".

SURPRISE FISTING! That was just wrong!

So, for more security, I made a new chatroom with a more complex title derived from our antipathy for a certain well-known pairing - wait, okay, it's not a secret so I'll just say it - it's Frank/Bob, we can't stand that fucking pairing. But anyway, we got a more secure chatroom this time. We're still shaken.

And that reminds me of how once [livejournal.com profile] hollsh walked into some strangers' house by mistake, thinking it was a friend's, and accidentally stole a soda from their fridge before noticing the kitchen was populated with strangers, and then turned and left without talking to them. (That's why I love her. But man, that must have been SO CREEPY.)
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (i kind of dig this)

larger picture )

This is a picture of my absolute favourite garment - the wool/silk fingerless gloves knitted for me by [livejournal.com profile] hollsh. I wear them every time I leave the house and hours a day at the computer while I type. They're dense, sturdy, comfortable, and irresistable. [livejournal.com profile] hollsh knits awesome stuff for other people for her spare change/ability to pay the bills, and she takes commissions for fingerless gloves, hats, etc, all customizable, from this page. You'd be doing her a favour to check it out, but in the long run you're the one who gains most when you bring wonderful hand-made knitted things into your life, aren't you?
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (interrupted)
I was walking the dog this morning and Samson (the iPod shuffle) fortuitously played "This Love" (Angela Aki), "Tokyo Taste" (Strawberry JAM), and "It Don't Mean a Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing)" (Ella Fitzgerald) all in a row. This caused the happy reflection, towards the end of "Tokyo Taste", that these were all great songs that I would indubitably have to include in a playlist at my own wedding, if I were going to have one (I'm not).

That led me to thinking about [livejournal.com profile] hollsh's wedding, which was the best I've ever been to and could have been improved only if I had been in the bridal party (but my dress was prettier than the bridesmaid dresses. You just can't dress bridesmaids in tea length black lace).

Besides the several weddings I've been to where you couldn't really dance at all (my cousins', where one of the reception was held in like... a horse-showing warehouse at the county fairground), and the one where all the dancing was like ballroom dancing performed to old-fashioned music (Brother Linux's), they have been characterized by crappy music (Sara's recent one, where I was amazed that everyone kept talking about how great it was. Please. It was half country and what was left was basically undanceable country-ish rock. The only good songs were "Mustang Sally" and "Sweet Home Alabama", the latter not because it's good to dance to - it sucks - but because everyone in Alabama always enjoys it so much). Anyway, [livejournal.com profile] hollsh's didn't just win by default, which it might sound like, but had actively awesome music, because her taste is fabulous, and even the stuff she likes that I don't love is wonderful for dancing. (Which reminds me: I've lost my mp3 copy of "These are the Daves I Know"! D:)

Anyway, then I started trying to remember the details of what she played and failed, so I gave up, and then I started thinking about what other music I'd play at my own wedding and I started to make a playlist.

Okay, so we all know that the music I couldn't live without, if I had to give it all away except for one album, is female vocal jazz. But I really love a lot of different music, so I was kind of surprised that in the first half hour of picking songs, I came up with a playlist made almost entirely of jazz singers. The only other stuff I came up with was:

Kaji Meiko - The Flower of Carnage (Japanese, slow, from Kill Bill vol.1)
Esthero - That Girl
Go! Go! 7188 - Jet Ninjin (Japanese)
Fiona Apple - Better Version of Me
Basement Jaxx - Do Your Thing
Bally Sagoo ft Gunjan - Noorie (last two from Bend It Like Beckham)
Belle & Sebastian - My Wandering Days Are Over

Plus these which I am attached to but won't upload just now because of overplayedness/probable lack of interest:

Kokia - Chouwa (Japanese)
Arashi - Kitto Daijoubu (Japanese)
NSYNC - It's Gonna Be Me
Britney - Breathe On Me (live), Oops! I Did it Again (Darkchild remix), Overprotected (Darkchild remix)
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (kinky!)
[livejournal.com profile] cimorene111: Title: Don't Call Him Brother (Dean/Sam).

"So what should I call you, then?" said Dean, confused.

"'Sex god'?" Sam suggested hopefully.

"Not on your life."


[livejournal.com profile] cimorene111: I mean... what?

[livejournal.com profile] hollsh: Call him... Steve.

[livejournal.com profile] cimorene111

"I could call you 'sister'."

"No! Um, how about 'Bob'?"

"Hmmm... Bob? Bob. Bob... no, I don't think so. You don't seem like a Bob. I could do you a Steve."


[livejournal.com profile] hollsh: UNCLE.

[livejournal.com profile] cimorene111: ...Win! (Just as long as you don't call him late to dinner?)
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (drama)
A piece of badfic, on the subject of a bartender, says:

He was used to talking to customers. It was part of what made running a pub enjoyable for him.


... He was used to talking to his customers? No! How? And why?

[livejournal.com profile] hollsh: But why talk when you can use Morse code?
me: Now I'm picturing the Silent Bartender. It could be a Saturday Night Live sketch. The bartender could be a mime.


And then [livejournal.com profile] wax_jism made my night life complete by miming a bartending mime. It was a beauty to behold.

cimderella

2 Dec 2006 03:39 pm
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (balrog's angels)


i finished embroidering "princess" across the knuckles of the knucks [livejournal.com profile] hollsh knitted for me! but unfortunately i... put the letters on upside-down, ie facing me. oh well! i'm so antisocial i'm sure few other people would have occasion to read them anyway. or uh. something. >.>
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (flirty)
i was thinking it would be great to drink lemon-and-vodka flavoured coolers (at least i think that's the flavour involved in smirnoff ice and its imitators?) until the point of tipsiness with [livejournal.com profile] hollsh while baking a chocolate cake and embroidering and (this is always a classic of the fantasy about going to canada) watching trailer park boys. alas, canada is far far away and we have no such coolers in the house. kahlua and milk must substitute, along with some pepparkakor (these are töysäläinen brand and, IMO, too sweet and not sufficiently spicy - still very tasty though. is there such a thing as a bad pepparkaka?).

i grew up in a household where the idea of having to go out and buy any art or craft-related supply was ridiculous, unless someone had just used it up. if you wanted to paint a mural it was a question of whether the last time someone painted furniture or walls they used up a certain colour of latex or acrylics, or ruined a brush, or lost a certain box of paper scraps. having to go shopping before embarking upon an art project was rare. so even though i remembered to go to the store for embroidery floss today it didn't even occur to me that i would need to buy an embroidery needle when i was there. unfortunately, i kind of had my heart set on beginning to embroider the letters on the knuckles of my fingerless gloves.

today five minutes or so of class was hijacked by the same moronic question (it was a yes or no question) three times in a row. i kind of want to hit the questioner with something (and he may think he's bilingual, but that isn't the accent of a native speaker, dude). don't worry, though. i won't.

did you know that déjà vu episodes are linked to both schizophrenia and anxiety?

knucks!

30 Oct 2006 12:37 pm
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (Default)
my fingerless gloves arrived from [livejournal.com profile] hollsh, just in time to wear them out! it's raining and nasty. my gloves can entertain me through a lecture and a shopping trip. wow, they're so pretty! i'm getting used to typing in them just now. they're really warm, too. i guess i need to see about getting embroidery floss.

knucks!

25 Oct 2006 08:54 pm
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] hollsh finished knitting these gorgeous fingerless gloves for me (those are her beautifully-manicured hands in them, not mine - lack of knobbly gollum knuckles=dead giveaway). omg so exciting ♥♥♥.

in other news i'm experiencing a bizarre urge to watch the sentinel. and um - are we doing something for halloween after all, chi? sugar?
cimorene: A black-and-white vintage photograph of 1920s singer Helen Kane in profile, with a dubious, side-eye expression (balrog's angels)
i feel cauliflowers are slightly too expensive to be regularly purchased and then pureed for cauliflower puree soup. this is really sad though, because they're so tasty. i have classes right around lunch daily at arken, the humanities complex and home of café arken, an extremely popular cafeteria which is better than most of the restaurants i like in town, at least on its good days. their soups are delicious. unfortunately, there can be a 30 minute + wait standing in line if you try to go there right around noon, so i usually don't have the patience to take advantage of that circumstance.

[livejournal.com profile] hollsh wanted me to post six random facts about myself. i just wanted to point out that it's not of my own volition that i post memes! let's give this a try, anyway. the six random facts turned more like into six anecdotes, but oh well. )

i was reading about logical positivism, empiricism, neopositivism, and analytic philosophy last night because, of all reasons, my theory of knowledge class inspired an arashi au in which jun and aiba are competing philosophy professors in a department at war. (i'm inclined to think in reality this is far less likely than another sort of department being a sharply divided war zone: like a social sciences one, there it's easily believable, because the war is over each other's research and publications specifically, and about how the mutual discipline's methodology should look, while the argument in philosophy is more abstract - though disparagement of the other party's publications could still occur i suppose. what the hell do philosophers publish nowadays anyway?) (but how would you translate empiricism, which is obviously aiba's ideal, into, say, the micro-macro divide in sociology? i mean, i guess you would say he considers qualitative studies essentially meaningless and unscientific, which aligns him slightly more with macrosociology more of the time, and, ahahahah, would put him firmly in the camp of the female department head at my department, whom i get the feeling many of the younger employees delicately consider rather antiquated.)

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