Truth That Goes Crunch

One of the things you should know is that I have already made myself a "Bang Your Head On The Bedpost" and I'm pretty sure it's just going to go downhill from there. I have just finished Massive Paper #1 of finals week, and I have enough time left that I can celebrate by getting kind of tanked.

Also, my threshold for handling 30 minutes of the TLA movie looks to be about 4 months.

(As per the icon, please note that orgies are frowned upon.)

( The Adventure Continues! Kind of. )

Part I.

( Thoughts as they occur to me )

And it's at about this point where brownbetty and I started talking about why exactly the action in TLA fails, so chatlog break!

( Includes basic visual theory, references sitcoms, comics, and why the Bayformers movies suck as action movies. )

And then I started the movie again, because I was committed to finishing this fucker.

( Aaaauuugh. )

And now, because it is almost midnight here, I head to bed. I shall continue Wednesday night, where I hope to at least make it an hour in before taking a paring knife to the nearest fleshy object.

Fo(u)nd memories from my childhood I actually look forward to renewing: Are You Being Served? I should sleep, but the first season on Youtube calls out to me.

In related amusing BBC show things: On home game weekends the Uni places port-a-potties all over campus. As I was walking across a parking lot one night, I notice a caged blue light on a blue potty's roof and immediately think, "What on earth is a Tardis doing in the parking lot?"

The effect may have been ruined by the fact the port-a-potty also has "SPANKY'S" emblazoned across the side.

And by the grace of Google Image Search, I bring you the Tardis, as imagined by the Velvet Elvis Painting of Photoshop, with bonus collage.

Me: *sprinkles Cat with Catnip, then sprinkles some of it on the floor in front of Cat*
Cat: OMG, this tastes like Christmas! OMG OMG I TASTE LIKE CHRISTMAS!

--

Me: *having gotten Cat high, places empty box in front of her, then goes to sleep*
Living Room: *sounds of Cat In A Box*
Me: *gets out of bed, peeks into room*
Cat: *stares innocently*
Me: *goes back to sleep*
Living Room: *more sounds of Cat In A Box*
Me: *sneaks out of bed, sees Cat In A Box flopping about adorably like a fish out of water, gets camera*
Cat: *sees Me, stares innocently*
Me: *waits for flopping to resume. Hides in kitchen*
Cat: *not in box*
Me: *gives up, goes to bathroom to go to bed*
Me: *leaves bathroom*
Cat: *In A Box*
Me: *sighs, goes to bed*

And this is one of the great advantages of living alone - no one can say anything when you are hiding naked in your kitchen with a camera, waiting for your cat to pull a Youtube.