Okay! (PS Now I want to try this Devon apple cake. Mmm, cake.)
a small trumpet, devon apple cake, inventive cooking ideas, parcles from my mum, turrican tag, woolies pick and mix, zombie pirates of saltburn
2008-06-24 12:44 (UTC)
book arts, hammer horror, invented traditions, lost causes, necessary redundancy, shostakovich, st lawrence market
I had to look up Ronseal. Does that make you feel better?
checking gravity works, escaping to the edge, hill forts, insane as gaius baltar, sadomasochistic political fantasy, swish, usui reiki
In the world of coincidences, I am right this second both reading your post featuring Jayne, and watching Firefly.
I just felt like mentioning this :-)
That's a wonderful coincidence. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling, as if I were wearing an orange knitted cap with earflaps.
In Japan, by and large, people are referred to by their family name. Given names are considered intimate. Though people who regularly deal with foreigners (e.g. English Teachers) get used to their given name too.
For instance, if a girl's father hears a boy calling his daughter by her given name before they've been properly introduced as a significant other, they might get annoyed (if they're that sort of father).
I'd consider myself a Crusty Old Rivethead too. Only, instead of too happy, I was too... aware of a noticeable future? I dunno. Also, I started clubbing in general about year later, and went to Kontrol Factory maybe 6 months after that. Otherwise, I totally hear what you're screaming in that section.
And as a final note... The Baldwin who isn't a Baldwin is far hotter than any of the Baldwins were. Though, they were also hairy.
That's interesting. I think I'd be annoyed if someone I wasn't too familiar with called me "Nani". A few close friends and lovers do, but I think people generally get the idea that it's best to refer to me by my first name in most social/professional contexts.
Only, instead of too happy, I was too... aware of a noticeable future? I dunno.
I'm a little confused by this. Do you mean you weren't nihilistic enough?
Not exactly, though lacking nihilism helps a lot. I meant something more along the lines of goals with greater reach than the weekend. (I was in school then, and thought I had a glowing future ahead of me.
yes, yes, but i still don't know what 'vampirates mining the gay' actually means!
i'd quite like to do this meme again, if you wouldn't mind picking a few interests for me to ramble on about. [just not giles coren's chin, as i've already done that one twice and i think that's quite enough!] xxx
It's a portmanteau of two interests: "vampirates" and "mining the gay". "Vampirates" is a portmanteau of vampires + pirates, and "mining the gay" is what you do when a piece of media is obviously intended to be heterosexual, but you can sense the gay lurking underneath. Like with Captain Jack and Commander Norrington. So anyway, while "vampirates mining the gay" is not something that's terribly likely to actually happen, it's fun to imagine.
boxes of recycling, crafts [not craft fairs], elegant soirees, jemima puddle-duck's dress sense, mary's herby judgment, ridiculously fake jewels, the norfolk broads
Who couldn't love Jayne. He looks like he's just about to smash something with a rock if that gun runs out.
And yell. There will be lots of incoherent yelling, too.
perhaps this will spur me to do "s."
Oh wow. Yours are fascinating, and mysterious, and I could pick all of them. This is tough.
codified swirls, glass-ice-sand-lightning, herr professor, lilac shrieks+scarlet bellowings, melting lps, my first 45, wicker railway seating
Speaking of 'dr0nk,'I swiped that from you some time ago. I use it within the scale of inebriation. buzz-tipsy-dunk-dr0nk The last tends to lead to one waking tipsy and not entirely certain the whole of the evening's attire made it home.
The bloke and I seem to have a habit of acquiring extra bits of attire. Sparkly cowboy hats, in particular, often attach themselves to us and are found at the foot of the bed in the morning. It's most peculiar.
You may know this, but for your reference, when drinking around Scandinavians, the appropriate toast is "skål!" (pronounced Skohl or Skoal) and means 'bowl', and the internet says it's from when everyone shared the same bowl at the table.
I knew about the toast "skål!" because of Roald Dahl's autobiography Boy, but I didn't know the origin. I seem to recall that you're supposed to look deep into the eyes of the person you're toasting, as well.
Ooh! tag me! tag me!
I feel like a rock star because I got one direct mention in this post and another indirect. Rainy Day is indeed still in existence, though it has moved from its previous location at Division & Harrison to downtown at Franklin & 5th. Possibly it was in yet another location before Division & Harrison, but I've only been here since 2000.
Rainy Day was at Division & Harrison when I was in high school. I first visited it in 1991. The feeling of "Dear sweet baby Jesus, that was 17 years ago?!" is exacerbated because it may have actually been there before that and I didn't notice.
I tried to pick ones behind which I thought I scented a story...
agglutinative languages, being sexy like strider, eating potatoes with chopsticks, fermented foods, happy crisps, kitten poker, snakes-eating-snakes-eating-snakes
Sad news.. I didn't know this cause I rarely go downtown in the daytime, but Otto's has shut down! Granted they sell very little that I can eat, but still... Where are all the po' college students going to dumpster-dive now?
circle skirt twirling, curiosities of medicine, early scientific experiments,
hardtrance, hooker red lips, rockabilly, sex
I thought it was only me who fancies Jayne in a very wrong way!
Oh no, no no. You are so not alone.