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here are one two posts of actors from the oc for them what cares.

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hey... where's my waxlet?

a bit of a snippet of a snip, patrick stewart/brent spinerish

...but this is all there is. oneko_briar expressed willingness; that's good enough for me.

patrick stewart/brent spiner, only... not yet. pre-slash, i guess, only that's just because it needs more.

'patrick stewart does not deal well without his coffee in the mornings.' 'patrick stewart does not really know what to say to that.'

brent spiner does not deal well with people speaking of themselves in the third person. you'd think he'd be used to this after a decade of working with pat. he's been data for so long that when he wakes up from the dreams of data he's not sweating anymore--the fear has been commonplace, the nightmares crystallized into reality. and pat's mannerisms are just as commonplace by now. unlike brent, pat seems not to have changed at all since the beginning.

but brent spiner isn't like patrick stewart. he's not as egotistical--well, maybe, but not the same way, anyway; he's not as bald; he'll never be voted the sexiest man on television by anyone, although he's really very handsome; he never refers to himself in the third person (when he's not making fun of pat); and he's not predictable. not at all. he's not steady either.

some days he needs coffee. some days he wakes up as chipper as a bird. some days he throws a towel over the mirror so he won't have to look at data; some days he puts on data's voice in the checkout line at the grocery store just to see the cashier's eyes widen. some days he shakes his head and smiles when pat starts with 'patrick stewart is going to speak of himself in the third person today.' and some days when patrick opens his mouth and 'patrick' is the first word that comes out it's like he's plunged straight into a nightmare--

'patrick stewart is going to speak of himself in the third person long after the last time you see him, and every time you turn on the television he's going to be there, long after children stop recognizing brent spiner as data; so you may as well get used to it now. and stop looking in the mirror.'

brent still wakes up sweating from that one.

mutual friends' userpics h-m

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ahahah so i smell good.

oops, i just slathered body wash all over my legs and my hands under the mistaken impression it was moisturizer.

vanessa: what smells good?
me: moisturizer.
vanessa: moisturizer--like--HAIR moisturizer?
me: ::struck:: um... ::looks at bottle::
lillian: wait--what--that's not moisturizer!
me: it is MOISTURIZING bodywash...
lillian: at least it smells good.

raise your hand if you hate when people say 'how are you?'

::raises hand::

::raises other hand::

::jumps up and down::

the e-mail equivalent of something scary on the floor

eek!

::jumps up into chair::

an e-mail from the study abroad advisor in response to my withdrawal!

>.@ ::peers cautiously at floor::

why do people always feel this bizarre, like... urge to COMMUNICATE?

bleh.

swish swish

mom made dad call the manual wheelchair supplier to complain that when his clothes get caught in the wheelspokes, it slows down.

'they're just going to laugh at me for calling with yet another stupid question,' he said, rolling his eyes.

'did they laugh at you before?'

'i didn't say that.'

i wonder what the stupid question quotient is at a help desk?

my stomach is upset.

babble and a rec

i didn't realize sour skittles could go bad. well, they're not spoiled but they're kind of... softer and... stickier. erk. ::eats anyway::

today i watched casino royale with daddy, from '81, a bond parody starring peter sellers and ursula something. she's so beautiful, like the love child of jennifer garner and sophia loren. rar. and he's awfully cute too. and it's a real ensemble cast, and totally wacky, and it has orson welles as the bad guy and then at the end a bunch of cameo appearances by, among other things, a bunch of cowboys and indians, two seals, and the guy who played illya in the man from uncle. (!!!) ::fangirls:: THIS IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER. EV. ER.

i'm at a fandom banquet. i've read a leetle bit of han/luke, but the next story up was long and i found myself not in the mood. i considered looking up SWAL or master/apprentice and then said what the fuck when i got distracted by the collected stories of bone and the collected stories of m triste. so i'm re-reading a nice little piece of fun and amusing romance and smut and fluff, the course.

VAGINAS CAN BE YOUR FRIENDS

so some asshole posts to the EROSION OF AMERICA CIVIL LIBERTIES community, sos_usa, that some worthwhile articles were in the issue of rs with the 'whorish pictures' of britney.

okay, britney spears is a ditz, and maybe you think her music sucks. you would not be unsupported in finding her symbolically repugnant, or personally repugnant. you might find her horribly fake and orchestrated. you might find her a symptom of Bad Things and trends in the fakeness of society and the dishonesty of sex, packaging it up with transparently false innocence. but WHORISH? if even the LEFT WING can't get over its goddamned obsession with this stupid concept of 'family values' and its bizarre villification of sex, even IN A CIVIL LIBERTIES COMMUNITY, then what the fuck is wrong with our country?

tonight at ten: researches discover that in fact, neither sex nor nekkidness is bad!

so i delivered the smackdown. goddamned self-righteous bastard.

ow

i find the word 'bottom' REALLY un-arousing.

abdominal pain, get thee hence!