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28 Apr 2009
So, you know that clip of Misha Collins's guest role on Nip/Tuck where he played a yoga instructor who can curl himself into a pretzel and suck his own dick, so he wanted penis reduction so that he wouldn't be able to give in to his obsession and could have his life back?
(Now you do.)
Anyway, in the scene where the nurses are prepping him for surgery one of the nurses looks at his peen and is all, "NAM? Why would he get that on his peen?" and the other one is like "Maybe he's a vet" and she's all "Duh, he's not old enough to have fought in Nam!" (And then they take pictures with his cock, and the doctor comes in and they mock him for being uptight until he takes pictures with it too, and then the doctor's stalker breaks in wearing scrubs.)
Fandom, I TOTALLY thought they were going to discover that it actually said NOM. That makes no sense (although I guess if he can't sustain a relationship with anyone else he's unlikely to have to answer awkward questions...?), but in my defense I'm... steeped in lolcats all the time.
(It turned out to say NAMASTE, so I guess his peen was slightly more than twice as long as anticipated!)
Not that this really makes sense either, but this merged into NOMaste in my head and Wax's several gratuitous jokes about Misha's purported monstercock. Nomaste: the... zen of self-fellatio?
(Unfortunately I don't seem to have a tag for "crazily random shit".)
(Now you do.)
Anyway, in the scene where the nurses are prepping him for surgery one of the nurses looks at his peen and is all, "NAM? Why would he get that on his peen?" and the other one is like "Maybe he's a vet" and she's all "Duh, he's not old enough to have fought in Nam!" (And then they take pictures with his cock, and the doctor comes in and they mock him for being uptight until he takes pictures with it too, and then the doctor's stalker breaks in wearing scrubs.)
Fandom, I TOTALLY thought they were going to discover that it actually said NOM. That makes no sense (although I guess if he can't sustain a relationship with anyone else he's unlikely to have to answer awkward questions...?), but in my defense I'm... steeped in lolcats all the time.
(It turned out to say NAMASTE, so I guess his peen was slightly more than twice as long as anticipated!)
Not that this really makes sense either, but this merged into NOMaste in my head and Wax's several gratuitous jokes about Misha's purported monstercock. Nomaste: the... zen of self-fellatio?
(Unfortunately I don't seem to have a tag for "crazily random shit".)
Every plebefic header helps
28 Apr 2009 03:28 pm
Summary: Once upon a time, they had the perfect relationship. Until one day, they didn’t.
Title: Aiba Masaki: I need a wife...or not?
rated: R? (please correct me!)
comment: sorry@my short, choppy sentences! first fanfic D: WC = 600-something :/ it's kind of angst-y, so if you don't like sad, don't read, maybe.
disclaimer: completely coincidental, honest!
Disclaimer: I wish and I know you too, but unfortunately not.
Summary: Kame is a talented photography student, but nothing interests him enough to make him use that gifted ability of his. But when Pi screams in his phone telling him that the college was about to kick him out unless he hand in a project of his, Kame found himself twirling in the sandbox until he spotted an illusion of a sleeping fairy on the bench. Unbeknownst to him, that sleeping fairy was Kurosawa Akihiko, a lonely office worker with many frustrations burdening his mind.
Aes: 2-5!
So, Wax found this 40-week simple Swedish certification course for school and daycare assistants in Pargas, the nearby town (≈45 min) where Homophobic Cim-Hata Granny lives and where Ängisbacka (mom-outlaw's summer cottage) is located. I already applied cause that's definitely positive, although it would definitely mean I couldn't get unemployment benefits during that time and probably would mean I won't be able to take the next scheduled intensive Finnish language course offered by the Employment Bureau (but job is slightly higher than learning Finnish on My Life: The Ultimate To-Do List, right above 'pay off debts').
Intersectionally - because, all other things being equal, a school in Pargas would mean that we should relocate to Pargas or at least to St Karins, the intervening town - Wax's buddy Sofia, a long-time favourite and the owner of Hektor The Bad Little Border Terrier, is moving back to Turku from Helsinki after 2 years. Probably. Right now she's using her Doctorate of Theology to teach psychology to high school students, living in a tiny one-room flat and occasionally providing crash space on her floor when we want to catch a concert. But if she moved back here, we could potentially get a house with her, and then we'd actually be able to afford a house and its much higher heating/electric bill for around what we're paying now (kind of a must if I'm potentially unemployed and not getting unemployment). And I mean, we're really into this whole house gig. Every spring we get feverish to move outta this joint, which is a bit ghetto and most important of all, does not have room for all our books. Perry would really appreciate a place where he could be tied up in the yard and I would really appreciate living on the ground floor so it'd be easier to take him outside three times a night.
But Sofia wants to live in Turku, not 20-40 minutes away, so it's doubtful if we could share space with her and get closer to Pargas. There are buses that go several times a day of course, but we're talking a long bus commute. But, hell, I'm a grown-up, and I can handle a long bus commute, in theory. (When it comes to the month of January and I barely have the energy to walk the dog and wash myself, we'll see. But I tend to manage things that I have to do, and getting out of the house and moving around will at least produce a) performance anxiety and b) endorphins.) It's the Alanis Morrissette definition of irony that these two opportunities coincide. Our alternatives then become 1) move to St Karins or Pargas without Sofia or 2) find a place with good proximity to the bus station (ie in easy walking distance of THIS place, because the bus station is currently 3 blocks away). Actually, there's a place listed 1 block from the station that's large and quite nice, but I'm not entirely sure how we feel about this and how the logistics would work...
Intersectionally - because, all other things being equal, a school in Pargas would mean that we should relocate to Pargas or at least to St Karins, the intervening town - Wax's buddy Sofia, a long-time favourite and the owner of Hektor The Bad Little Border Terrier, is moving back to Turku from Helsinki after 2 years. Probably. Right now she's using her Doctorate of Theology to teach psychology to high school students, living in a tiny one-room flat and occasionally providing crash space on her floor when we want to catch a concert. But if she moved back here, we could potentially get a house with her, and then we'd actually be able to afford a house and its much higher heating/electric bill for around what we're paying now (kind of a must if I'm potentially unemployed and not getting unemployment). And I mean, we're really into this whole house gig. Every spring we get feverish to move outta this joint, which is a bit ghetto and most important of all, does not have room for all our books. Perry would really appreciate a place where he could be tied up in the yard and I would really appreciate living on the ground floor so it'd be easier to take him outside three times a night.
But Sofia wants to live in Turku, not 20-40 minutes away, so it's doubtful if we could share space with her and get closer to Pargas. There are buses that go several times a day of course, but we're talking a long bus commute. But, hell, I'm a grown-up, and I can handle a long bus commute, in theory. (When it comes to the month of January and I barely have the energy to walk the dog and wash myself, we'll see. But I tend to manage things that I have to do, and getting out of the house and moving around will at least produce a) performance anxiety and b) endorphins.) It's the Alanis Morrissette definition of irony that these two opportunities coincide. Our alternatives then become 1) move to St Karins or Pargas without Sofia or 2) find a place with good proximity to the bus station (ie in easy walking distance of THIS place, because the bus station is currently 3 blocks away). Actually, there's a place listed 1 block from the station that's large and quite nice, but I'm not entirely sure how we feel about this and how the logistics would work...
From Sunday's paper:
-HBL in Swedish
MOOSE CALF YOU GUYS, SERIOUSLY ♥
A moose calf got into the East Central metro station on Sunday. After a short visit it left - on foot, not by subway. The moose went through the station's ticketing hall, among other places, and also visited the parking garage. Many people called Emergency Services and reported the animal, which had also wandered through the crossing between Ring I and the Lahtis expressway.
Several police patrols searched for the moose, but it escaped into the forest. It was feared that the moose calf might wander into the motorway and become a danger.
-HBL in Swedish
MOOSE CALF YOU GUYS, SERIOUSLY ♥