bending_sickle | ...my father is the Emperor of Klatch and my mother is a small tray of raspberry puddings.*

That was totally weird, yo. In the mornings, I usually make myself one cup of coffee with the wonderful little machine, and have gotten into the habit of making a second cup with the same coffee pad, for later consumption. Now, having only one...thingy, wossname...in the fridge, and it being quite stock full, I often put the mug in my thingy-wossname of the cupboard. Then I just microwave the bugger at night. (De-caf is lovely.) So my roommate stoday asked me what the hell was in my mug in my cupboard wossname. Then the two of them just couldn't understand why I would keep a mug of coffee. They were complete flummoxed. I mean, how is this different from the American custom of brewing a massive jug of coffee and keeping the thing heated?

Got my Hip Hop/Streedance comments, as this was our last day. Basically, I was alight. I need to descipher a bit of Dutch to see where I did Good, Mediocre and Excellent. One thing she did say, though, was to stand straight. Ah, the "I Suck" Slouch, how you fail me. Her suggestions? Try Beginners again, put a bit more "Oompf" into my moves and I'll soon work into my own style. Still, awesome.

Oh, Mom called, so we Skyped. She's visiting Brother, so I got to see him too. Today I was particularly sensitive to her "everything you're doing is wrong" attitude. Charming, really. "Ye gods, you haven't cut your hair yet?!?" (Since September. It looks fine and is getting whacked tomorrow.) "Oh, well your nails are painted. Look at you, taking care of a detail." (I painted them yesterday because I was sick, tired, and bored.) "What do you mean you haven't biked to the beach yet? ... Oh, 1 hr by bus? Huh, I didn't think it'd be that far." Upon hearing how much I'm coughing, she asked whether I had any cough-soothing thingies. "No? But your throat must get so irritated." (My throat's fine, it's the start of the bloody trachea that's ticklish.) "Oh, well, fine, if you say so." And of course, "Well, alright, you sucked at hip hop - ok, didn't - but how's your Dutch now?" (My dance class was in Dutch.) "What do you mean you didn't talk to people in your class in Dutch? ... I'm sure there's plenty of time during which to talk." The only nice thing is that upon speaking one sentence, she commented on how sick I sounded. Yay for moms.

I am so motherfucking tired of these motherfucking coughs in my motherfucking chest! /Samuel L. "Motherfucker" Jackson. Seriously, physically tired of coughing. Tired, tired, tired of this shit. /Chris Rock. *has been coughing constantly for the past hour*

Speaking of, a few weekends ago, after showig Midnight to Elisa - who found it very frustrating because the characters were being idiots - I showed her Eddie Izzard. She liked him. Le squee. (Also tried showing The Mighty Boosh, but it's a bit hard to get a clip that condenses what the Boosh is without condensing it so far into "This is crack. Crack-dipped crack with crack!sprinkles."

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phantmgreeneyes:

Name: Sickle
Age: 24
Fandoms: Currently, Lost, Doctor Who. I'll bounce back into Heroes and The Sarah Connor Chronicles when they air again. Previously, mainly Whedon-stuff and a load more. See my profile for linky-link to Uber-Post.
Characters you will love//defend no matter what anyone thinks: Spike, Ben, Ten, Sylar, Jackie, Mickey, Harriet Jones, the Firefly crew (yes, all of them), Snape (who needs a series for adults now!)...there's more, I know it.
Ships that make you squee: Desmond/Penny (I can't help it, they pull all the right heart-strings - I cried, damn it, watching The Constant). I can't think of any others, although I do ship lots. But since I like non-canon ships and angst, getting squee's a bit hard.
If you could resurrect one canceled show, which one would it be?: Like

phantmgreeneyes said: "FIREFLY!!!!! There is no contest."
A book or book series you think everyone should read: The Narnia Chronicles by CSLEwis and Good Omens by the Incredible Due (aka. NGaiman and TPratchett).
Locked or Public Journal?: Public all the way.
Anything else?: It's not Saturday yet.