rinnia: (hood)
Me: I've settled on my drag name: Alex Icon.
Jaime: Cool.
Me: And you can learn my lingo by reading the Alexicon.
Jaime: Don't ruin the joke.
Me: Just wanted to make sure you got it...
Jaime: Yeah, I'm not stupid. Hey, I have a drag name too.
Me: What?
Jaime: Chad Michaels.
Me: No.
Jaime: No, it's Willam.
Me: You can't just steal other people's names.
Jaime: I'm Willam Needles.
rinnia: (Default)
Me: I've settled on my drag name: Alex Icon.
Jaime: Cool.
Me: And you can learn my lingo by reading the Alexicon.
Jaime: Don't ruin the joke.
Me: Just wanted to make sure you got it...
Jaime: Yeah, I'm not stupid. Hey, I have a drag name too.
Me: What?
Jaime: Chad Michaels.
Me: No.
Jaime: No, it's Willam.
Me: You can't just steal other people's names.
Jaime: I'm Willam Needles.
rinnia: (NOES!)
Posted by Jaime on his Facebook during last night's Glee:
This is a whole string of things I'd rather not admit, but I'm watching Glee with Alex and when she told me Marti Noxon would be a writer for the show I said maybe someone will be addicted to music like Willow was addicted to magic on Buffy, and then Sue said Quinn was addicted to music. High five.
rinnia: (NOES!)
Posted by Jaime on his Facebook during last night's Glee:
This is a whole string of things I'd rather not admit, but I'm watching Glee with Alex and when she told me Marti Noxon would be a writer for the show I said maybe someone will be addicted to music like Willow was addicted to magic on Buffy, and then Sue said Quinn was addicted to music. High five.
rinnia: (NOES!)
Logic, yay!

And as the complete flipside to that...
Me: *looks up at the screen just in time to see Jaime plow someone over in L.A. Noire; like, a full-on tumbling underneath, limbs flailing, bouncing as the tires roll over plow-down* Oh my god! You just killed someone! You totally killed someone!
Jaime: Yeah, that was Bekowsky.
rinnia: (NOES!)
Logic, yay!

And as the complete flipside to that...
Me: *looks up at the screen just in time to see Jaime plow someone over in L.A. Noire; like, a full-on tumbling underneath, limbs flailing, bouncing as the tires roll over plow-down* Oh my god! You just killed someone! You totally killed someone!
Jaime: Yeah, that was Bekowsky.
rinnia: (pets are the best)
Back from Disneyworld! Jaime and I were at the very lovely Beach Club for three days to celebrate 2 years of remission and 7 years of awesome togetherness. It was a blast. We hit up Epcot in the morning of the first day - for the record, there's a coffee stand near Test Track that has great apple fritters. I picked up a Duffy on the way to World Showcase. He doesn't have any outfits yet; I'm thinking baseball uniform to start with. Next time. Despite my moral reservations, I tried veal while having lunch in Italy, and damnit, it was delicious. I still can't approve of purchasing it for home consumption, but on special occasions, I suppose I can let the gruesome-factor slide. We then spent our afternoon cavorting about the Florida Mall (where I scored some scarves and jewelry from H&M as well as a veritable motherlode of Lush goodies) before heading to the House of Blues for dinner and mother-pluckin' Jimmy Eat World, y'all!

Okay, so I really really love Jimmy Eat World. This was my third time seeing them in concert and they just get better and better. Seriously, check this stuff out. Mind-blowing, yeah? Oh, and by the way, the bespectacled gentleman whose scantily haired but exquisitely cheekboned head you can see from 0:12-0:14 in this video would be Jaime. My short self was on the other side of him. I screamed my lungs out and bopped and sang and ended up walking away with a Jim Adkins guitar pick, which made me just about explode with glee. Blather about inspiration lurks behind this cut ).

Aaaaanyway, Epcot had extra magic hours on Friday night and we were thirsty after the concert, so we sprinted in long enough to grab a Fanta and ride Spaceship Earth before we passed out. Saturday was the day of Kingdoms - first Magic (where I purchased a Minnie apron that I've been wanting for a while now and matching Minnie and Mickey mugs and we got Ezra as our ghost FUCK YEAH) and then Animal. Fun fact: The Flame Tree has the best ribs in the entire fucking world. You have to eat with purpose, because the sheer touch of lips may cause the meat to fall off the bone. It's that tender. Mmmmm. Scoped out some animals, fist-bumped for the Dinosaur ride photo, and oh! Bought a big Carnotaurus doll. It's so lifelike that Benny is wary of it. Completely serious - he jumped when I wiggled it, growled at it, attempted to sniff its butt, nudged it with his nose repeatedly and in various locations, and (this is the kicker) barked at it when he managed to get a moment alone with it. And Benny is not a barker. So yes, this doll is the most badass doll ever. Love.

Saturday afternoon was devoted to visiting Benny at the pet resort. We took him out to the dog park; he made friends with a pup named Mojo and ran around like a maniac until he flumped. Saturday evening, we gorged ourselves at a seafood buffet (where I drew Adventure Time characters on the paper tablecloth in crayon) and then wandered around our hotel and over to the Boardwalk, where we encountered a very odd fellow. This guy walked up to us, a girl lingering behind him silently, and said that we were the fifth people he'd asked this: "Do you respect your elders?" Jaime said yes and the guy asked him why. "Because they have more life experience," Jaime explained. The guy seemed to like that answer - he and the girl told us they'd heard "because they covered for us when we screwed up," "because they respected their elders," and "because we got our asses beat when we didn't." Everyone chuckled; it was odd, but not too odd. What happened next took it there - he asked where we were from, and we told him. "Ahhhh, the big [initial deleted to maintain my mysterious persona]," he said. He seemed familiar with the area. He then held out his umbrella - a large black-and-white striped affair - and asked Jaime to hold it. Jaime did the logical thing. "No," he said. The guy insisted; "No trick," he said. "Free umbrella! Just go with it."

And that's how we got a free umbrella. It's a really nice one, too, with a carbon fiber tube and Mickey golfing on the canopy. Retails for over $40. It's officially Jaime's, since not only was he the one it was directly given to, but also I have my own umbrella which I am quite content with. Weird night.

Side note: This morning, I saw a guy in maroon skinny trousers and a slim-cut leather jacket carrying a rainbow striped umbrella. I want to be his friend.

Oh, also saw a family with two adorable little boys while watching fireworks. The younger one had gotten a Yoda pin that day and just had to read it aloud and tell Jaime all about it. The mom laughed, while the dad kind of rolled his eyes and said, "We get this show every night." I told them, "Hey, it's been a long time since my brothers were that cute."

For our last day of vaycay, we returned to Epcot, as it is the undisputed king of parks. They have dolls of the catball thing from Captain Eo - can you believe that? Of course, I had to have one, which led to an amusing conversation with the cashier. She cooed over it and complained that everyone says it's creepy, to which I replied that Jaime told me not to get because, and I quote, "It's creepy." This then devolved into the respective merits of cuddling with a cat/butterfly/rat hybrid or a dragon. I campaigned for the catball, but only because there's no debate without two sides. In reality, I love Figment more; I mean, I walked out of that store with a fleece plush of said lovable purple fellow, so it's not like I played favorites noticeably or something. Dragon and catballs both have their merits.

... And I bought a rainbow zebra scarf, and we traded a castle vinylmation for the Jon from Carousel of Progress one and a duplicate Figment pin for one of the logo from If You Had Wings. Yes!

In the end, we made it home well before the Super Bowl (which I half-watched for the commercials and mostly ignored in favor of Puppy Bowl clips online) and Glee (which I will have a post about later... probably) and found one last souvenir... )

Best. Vacation. Ever.
rinnia: (pets are the best)
Back from Disneyworld! Jaime and I were at the very lovely Beach Club for three days to celebrate 2 years of remission and 7 years of awesome togetherness. It was a blast. We hit up Epcot in the morning of the first day - for the record, there's a coffee stand near Test Track that has great apple fritters. I picked up a Duffy on the way to World Showcase. He doesn't have any outfits yet; I'm thinking baseball uniform to start with. Next time. Despite my moral reservations, I tried veal while having lunch in Italy, and damnit, it was delicious. I still can't approve of purchasing it for home consumption, but on special occasions, I suppose I can let the gruesome-factor slide. We then spent our afternoon cavorting about the Florida Mall (where I scored some scarves and jewelry from H&M as well as a veritable motherlode of Lush goodies) before heading to the House of Blues for dinner and mother-pluckin' Jimmy Eat World, y'all!

Okay, so I really really love Jimmy Eat World. This was my third time seeing them in concert and they just get better and better. Seriously, check this stuff out. Mind-blowing, yeah? Oh, and by the way, the bespectacled gentleman whose scantily haired but exquisitely cheekboned head you can see from 0:12-0:14 in this video would be Jaime. My short self was on the other side of him. I screamed my lungs out and bopped and sang and ended up walking away with a Jim Adkins guitar pick, which made me just about explode with glee. Blather about inspiration lurks behind this cut ).

Aaaaanyway, Epcot had extra magic hours on Friday night and we were thirsty after the concert, so we sprinted in long enough to grab a Fanta and ride Spaceship Earth before we passed out. Saturday was the day of Kingdoms - first Magic (where I purchased a Minnie apron that I've been wanting for a while now and matching Minnie and Mickey mugs and we got Ezra as our ghost FUCK YEAH) and then Animal. Fun fact: The Flame Tree has the best ribs in the entire fucking world. You have to eat with purpose, because the sheer touch of lips may cause the meat to fall off the bone. It's that tender. Mmmmm. Scoped out some animals, fist-bumped for the Dinosaur ride photo, and oh! Bought a big Carnotaurus doll. It's so lifelike that Benny is wary of it. Completely serious - he jumped when I wiggled it, growled at it, attempted to sniff its butt, nudged it with his nose repeatedly and in various locations, and (this is the kicker) barked at it when he managed to get a moment alone with it. And Benny is not a barker. So yes, this doll is the most badass doll ever. Love.

Saturday afternoon was devoted to visiting Benny at the pet resort. We took him out to the dog park; he made friends with a pup named Mojo and ran around like a maniac until he flumped. Saturday evening, we gorged ourselves at a seafood buffet (where I drew Adventure Time characters on the paper tablecloth in crayon) and then wandered around our hotel and over to the Boardwalk, where we encountered a very odd fellow. This guy walked up to us, a girl lingering behind him silently, and said that we were the fifth people he'd asked this: "Do you respect your elders?" Jaime said yes and the guy asked him why. "Because they have more life experience," Jaime explained. The guy seemed to like that answer - he and the girl told us they'd heard "because they covered for us when we screwed up," "because they respected their elders," and "because we got our asses beat when we didn't." Everyone chuckled; it was odd, but not too odd. What happened next took it there - he asked where we were from, and we told him. "Ahhhh, the big [initial deleted to maintain my mysterious persona]," he said. He seemed familiar with the area. He then held out his umbrella - a large black-and-white striped affair - and asked Jaime to hold it. Jaime did the logical thing. "No," he said. The guy insisted; "No trick," he said. "Free umbrella! Just go with it."

And that's how we got a free umbrella. It's a really nice one, too, with a carbon fiber tube and Mickey golfing on the canopy. Retails for over $40. It's officially Jaime's, since not only was he the one it was directly given to, but also I have my own umbrella which I am quite content with. Weird night.

Side note: This morning, I saw a guy in maroon skinny trousers and a slim-cut leather jacket carrying a rainbow striped umbrella. I want to be his friend.

Oh, also saw a family with two adorable little boys while watching fireworks. The younger one had gotten a Yoda pin that day and just had to read it aloud and tell Jaime all about it. The mom laughed, while the dad kind of rolled his eyes and said, "We get this show every night." I told them, "Hey, it's been a long time since my brothers were that cute."

For our last day of vaycay, we returned to Epcot, as it is the undisputed king of parks. They have dolls of the catball thing from Captain Eo - can you believe that? Of course, I had to have one, which led to an amusing conversation with the cashier. She cooed over it and complained that everyone says it's creepy, to which I replied that Jaime told me not to get because, and I quote, "It's creepy." This then devolved into the respective merits of cuddling with a cat/butterfly/rat hybrid or a dragon. I campaigned for the catball, but only because there's no debate without two sides. In reality, I love Figment more; I mean, I walked out of that store with a fleece plush of said lovable purple fellow, so it's not like I played favorites noticeably or something. Dragon and catballs both have their merits.

... And I bought a rainbow zebra scarf, and we traded a castle vinylmation for the Jon from Carousel of Progress one and a duplicate Figment pin for one of the logo from If You Had Wings. Yes!

In the end, we made it home well before the Super Bowl (which I half-watched for the commercials and mostly ignored in favor of Puppy Bowl clips online) and Glee (which I will have a post about later... probably) and found one last souvenir... )

Best. Vacation. Ever.

Oh snap-on.

Jan. 8th, 2011 08:04 pm
rinnia: (what is this i don't even)
Intro note: In Treehouse of Horror XXI, Dracula knows the streets after dark so well that he can coast down the road with each light turning green as he gets there.

Me: Wow, you've got like almost Dracula skills going here.
Jaime: Reverse Dracula skills.
Me: Hitting every light juuust before it turns red.
Jaime: Yeah, Aluca... ALUCARD! AHHHHH!
Me: ... Did you just get that?
Jaime: Yeah.
Me: Wow. Really?
Jaime: I may be retarded, but at least I'm entertaining.

Oh snap-on.

Jan. 8th, 2011 08:04 pm
rinnia: (what is this i don't even)
Intro note: In Treehouse of Horror XXI, Dracula knows the streets after dark so well that he can coast down the road with each light turning green as he gets there.

Me: Wow, you've got like almost Dracula skills going here.
Jaime: Reverse Dracula skills.
Me: Hitting every light juuust before it turns red.
Jaime: Yeah, Aluca... ALUCARD! AHHHHH!
Me: ... Did you just get that?
Jaime: Yeah.
Me: Wow. Really?
Jaime: I may be retarded, but at least I'm entertaining.
rinnia: (...)
Jaime: I'm gon-k-n of your co-s.
Me: What?
Jaime: I said, "I'm gonna drink one of your Cokes."
Me: Oh, okay. I thought you said, "I'm gonna make fun of your coats."
Jaime: Haha, these are horrible coats, Alex.
Me: I was like, "Again?!"
Jaime: I question your taste level.
rinnia: (...)
Jaime: I'm gon-k-n of your co-s.
Me: What?
Jaime: I said, "I'm gonna drink one of your Cokes."
Me: Oh, okay. I thought you said, "I'm gonna make fun of your coats."
Jaime: Haha, these are horrible coats, Alex.
Me: I was like, "Again?!"
Jaime: I question your taste level.
rinnia: (biology)
This is the inside of my head. I mean that mostly metaphorically, as in the song really encapsulates the weird, detached, almost synesthetic feel of anxiety, but it's also been stuck in my head for a while. I sang the guitar solo over and over while playing cards, waiting for media to warm up. Jaime was vaguely annoyed.

When I have to go into the lab at night or on weekends, Jaime comes with me. If it's for a long time, we bring the lappies, but if it's just for a bit, we bring playing cards. Some version of Rummy is typically the game of choice, though we have dabbled in Go Fish, Old Maid, Poker, War, and Super War. Anyway, Jaime decided to spice up our games by making up a new book that's worth 1000000 points if you achieve it - the Bloody Bazooka. It consists of an Ace, King, Queen, and Jack all of different suits. The first game after this was introduced, I was thoroughly trouncing Jaime until he hammered out a freakin' Bloody Bazooka. I was suitably dismayed, but also played close to my vest that I was one card away from a Bloody Bazooka myself. Granted, the odds of getting the single Ace that I needed were pretty slim, but a few scant turns later, guess what I drew? The outcry was epic. A victory well and truly earned for Team Alex.

There are ants in the desk area of my lab. I want to buy an ant farm and see if they're willing to relocate. I'm fond of them.

True tales of insect homicide - cut for gross. )

Jacks's latest meal - also cut for gross. )

Reality TV is pissing me off - SYTYCD, Runway, Work of Art )

I may end up visiting a Disney water park for the first time ever in a couple weeks. Two dilemmas: Number one, I need a new swimsuit, and most suits with enough... erm... support are ugly as sin. So far, I've managed to find exactly one that looks cute and comes in my size: this one. Which is actually pretty freakin' cute, so I'm pleased. I definitely favor the black/surf dots combo. Now I just have to decide which size to order, as I'm kind of between two. And convince myself I'm not evil or irresponsible if I spend money on something "frivolous" like this. Why, conscience, why?

The other dilemma is that I've discovered that, at Typhoon Lagoon, for $20 you can spend half an hour scuba-ing around with small sharks and sting rays and such. This is pretty much the coolest thing I can imagine. Issue is, I have crummy ears. I don't know if they can handle being submerged in water for that long. Maybe I can just ask my doctor her opinion next time I'm in. Knowing my body, that'll likely be within the week. Sigh.

I gotta be in at eight tomorrow. I should be sleeping. Yet I'm not. Hm.
rinnia: (biology)
This is the inside of my head. I mean that mostly metaphorically, as in the song really encapsulates the weird, detached, almost synesthetic feel of anxiety, but it's also been stuck in my head for a while. I sang the guitar solo over and over while playing cards, waiting for media to warm up. Jaime was vaguely annoyed.

When I have to go into the lab at night or on weekends, Jaime comes with me. If it's for a long time, we bring the lappies, but if it's just for a bit, we bring playing cards. Some version of Rummy is typically the game of choice, though we have dabbled in Go Fish, Old Maid, Poker, War, and Super War. Anyway, Jaime decided to spice up our games by making up a new book that's worth 1000000 points if you achieve it - the Bloody Bazooka. It consists of an Ace, King, Queen, and Jack all of different suits. The first game after this was introduced, I was thoroughly trouncing Jaime until he hammered out a freakin' Bloody Bazooka. I was suitably dismayed, but also played close to my vest that I was one card away from a Bloody Bazooka myself. Granted, the odds of getting the single Ace that I needed were pretty slim, but a few scant turns later, guess what I drew? The outcry was epic. A victory well and truly earned for Team Alex.

There are ants in the desk area of my lab. I want to buy an ant farm and see if they're willing to relocate. I'm fond of them.

True tales of insect homicide - cut for gross. )

Jacks's latest meal - also cut for gross. )

Reality TV is pissing me off - SYTYCD, Runway, Work of Art )

I may end up visiting a Disney water park for the first time ever in a couple weeks. Two dilemmas: Number one, I need a new swimsuit, and most suits with enough... erm... support are ugly as sin. So far, I've managed to find exactly one that looks cute and comes in my size: this one. Which is actually pretty freakin' cute, so I'm pleased. I definitely favor the black/surf dots combo. Now I just have to decide which size to order, as I'm kind of between two. And convince myself I'm not evil or irresponsible if I spend money on something "frivolous" like this. Why, conscience, why?

The other dilemma is that I've discovered that, at Typhoon Lagoon, for $20 you can spend half an hour scuba-ing around with small sharks and sting rays and such. This is pretty much the coolest thing I can imagine. Issue is, I have crummy ears. I don't know if they can handle being submerged in water for that long. Maybe I can just ask my doctor her opinion next time I'm in. Knowing my body, that'll likely be within the week. Sigh.

I gotta be in at eight tomorrow. I should be sleeping. Yet I'm not. Hm.
rinnia: (mystery)
The past week has been quite the amalgam of good and bad. I'll sum the bad up as such: I really want this shirt. Yeah.

Moving on!

Friday night turned into movie night at home, which was a ton of fun. Honestly, I've spent so much time being sick or unbalanced or both that when I am capable of walking I want to go OUT, so I was skeptical about the idea, but it turned out awesome beyond compare. We swung by Target on the way home from work so I could get proper attire and Publix for subs, sushi, and ice cream cake, then continued on home to our pup, our giant TV, our lovely PS3's upsampling abilities, and the following features: Moon, the newest Futurama episode, the newest P&T: Bullshit! episode, and Troll 2. All were satisfying.

Moon, in particular, is an amazingly good movie. I had no clue what it was going into it, and I'm glad I didn't. Watching the story unfold, picking through the nuances and guessing what each turn would uncover, was an experience on par with some of my favorite films. It has an eery 2001 vibe to it at times, which toys with you in fun ways - is this going down the same path? Will they really use the same tricks here, or is something else at play, and if so, what? Sam Rockwell deserves a key to the moon for his performances throughout the film. Plus, one of the glimpsed side characters was Matt Berry. I saw his name during the opening credits; I was jawing on about how I didn't recognize any of the actors' names when his popped up. I laughed and said, "Well, I know THAT one, but I really doubt it's the same guy." IT WAS. Too weird.

Futurama and Bullshit were both good, as was expected, and Troll 2 was even more unintentionally uproarious and deliciously cheesy than I remembered it being. Jaime actually enjoyed it this time around, too, which was a pleasant bonus. Good times were had.

The next day, we rounded up Kiri and went to see Inception. I liked it, but it wasn't at all the movie I was expecting. Everyone talks about how confusing it is, how mind-blowing. I didn't get that from it at all. It's thought-provoking, yes, and lead to some enjoyable philosophical theorizing while staring at the living room ceiling that evening, but it's not hard to follow at all. At its core, Inception has a simple plot rooted in a basic yet interesting idea that has deep implications. It's also an action movie, which I was not prepared for at all. I knew there would be some action and the first few sequences had me spellbound, but by the time we hit the (to keep this spoiler-free) "white" sequence, I was bored to the point of yawning. Actually, if I'm honest, I was bored to the point of my attention breaking, which leads to my awareness of being in a crowded theater in the dark, which leads to fight-or-flight energy, which... is actually not that bad, at this point, thanks to all the therapy, but still. If a movie lets me get to that point, it's not doing its job. Overall, it was a good film with a much better soul than most. Not the second coming of celluloid Christ, but good.

I'm kind of wearing out now (on top of everything else, I think I've caught the hint of a cold from my coworkers) and I gotta be up and in the lab early tomorrow, so I'll leave you with this.

Comic Con 2010 Announcement:
New movie about the Haunted Mansion... D:
... by Guillermo del Toro... :o
... about the Hatbox Ghost. :D
Hoping so hard this lives up to its potential.

Also, Jackass 3D. Yes. Please. NOW.
rinnia: (mystery)
The past week has been quite the amalgam of good and bad. I'll sum the bad up as such: I really want this shirt. Yeah.

Moving on!

Friday night turned into movie night at home, which was a ton of fun. Honestly, I've spent so much time being sick or unbalanced or both that when I am capable of walking I want to go OUT, so I was skeptical about the idea, but it turned out awesome beyond compare. We swung by Target on the way home from work so I could get proper attire and Publix for subs, sushi, and ice cream cake, then continued on home to our pup, our giant TV, our lovely PS3's upsampling abilities, and the following features: Moon, the newest Futurama episode, the newest P&T: Bullshit! episode, and Troll 2. All were satisfying.

Moon, in particular, is an amazingly good movie. I had no clue what it was going into it, and I'm glad I didn't. Watching the story unfold, picking through the nuances and guessing what each turn would uncover, was an experience on par with some of my favorite films. It has an eery 2001 vibe to it at times, which toys with you in fun ways - is this going down the same path? Will they really use the same tricks here, or is something else at play, and if so, what? Sam Rockwell deserves a key to the moon for his performances throughout the film. Plus, one of the glimpsed side characters was Matt Berry. I saw his name during the opening credits; I was jawing on about how I didn't recognize any of the actors' names when his popped up. I laughed and said, "Well, I know THAT one, but I really doubt it's the same guy." IT WAS. Too weird.

Futurama and Bullshit were both good, as was expected, and Troll 2 was even more unintentionally uproarious and deliciously cheesy than I remembered it being. Jaime actually enjoyed it this time around, too, which was a pleasant bonus. Good times were had.

The next day, we rounded up Kiri and went to see Inception. I liked it, but it wasn't at all the movie I was expecting. Everyone talks about how confusing it is, how mind-blowing. I didn't get that from it at all. It's thought-provoking, yes, and lead to some enjoyable philosophical theorizing while staring at the living room ceiling that evening, but it's not hard to follow at all. At its core, Inception has a simple plot rooted in a basic yet interesting idea that has deep implications. It's also an action movie, which I was not prepared for at all. I knew there would be some action and the first few sequences had me spellbound, but by the time we hit the (to keep this spoiler-free) "white" sequence, I was bored to the point of yawning. Actually, if I'm honest, I was bored to the point of my attention breaking, which leads to my awareness of being in a crowded theater in the dark, which leads to fight-or-flight energy, which... is actually not that bad, at this point, thanks to all the therapy, but still. If a movie lets me get to that point, it's not doing its job. Overall, it was a good film with a much better soul than most. Not the second coming of celluloid Christ, but good.

I'm kind of wearing out now (on top of everything else, I think I've caught the hint of a cold from my coworkers) and I gotta be up and in the lab early tomorrow, so I'll leave you with this.

Comic Con 2010 Announcement:
New movie about the Haunted Mansion... D:
... by Guillermo del Toro... :o
... about the Hatbox Ghost. :D
Hoping so hard this lives up to its potential.

Also, Jackass 3D. Yes. Please. NOW.
rinnia: (science)
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Thankfully, no. Music is kind of a drug in my world - it means a hell of a lot to me - but I'm always willing to live and let live.

I used to think the only exception would be dating someone who had vastly different tastes from me, and that's still true to some extent, but. Well. The reason I said "thankfully" at the beginning there is because shortly after I met Jaime, I asked him who his favorite band was. I thought to myself, "So long as it's not Smashing Pumpkins or Dave Matthews Band, we're good." Yes, I had a total hate-on for SP back then. Forgive me. Anyway, his answer was, of course, "I have pretty much everything ever made by the Smashing Pumpkins," and after a thoughtful pause, he added, "I really like Dave Matthews Band, too."

Good thing I overlooked that one. And hey, our genres agree (with a fair amount of band overlap, even), so it all worked out in the end.

In other news, I finally let a bit of my crazy slip out in lab today. I'd been doing so good at playing normal and respectable, too!

B: *after the third setback to a simple experiment* This experiment just doesn't want to be done.
Me: We've got the AntiChrist cell in there. The universe is trying to protect us.

At least he laughed it off. For my part, I was glad he was looking at the microscope, because my eyes went wide with horror. Damnit, Alex! Professionalism! Learn it!

Save the nutball for home. And livejournal.
rinnia: (science)
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Thankfully, no. Music is kind of a drug in my world - it means a hell of a lot to me - but I'm always willing to live and let live.

I used to think the only exception would be dating someone who had vastly different tastes from me, and that's still true to some extent, but. Well. The reason I said "thankfully" at the beginning there is because shortly after I met Jaime, I asked him who his favorite band was. I thought to myself, "So long as it's not Smashing Pumpkins or Dave Matthews Band, we're good." Yes, I had a total hate-on for SP back then. Forgive me. Anyway, his answer was, of course, "I have pretty much everything ever made by the Smashing Pumpkins," and after a thoughtful pause, he added, "I really like Dave Matthews Band, too."

Good thing I overlooked that one. And hey, our genres agree (with a fair amount of band overlap, even), so it all worked out in the end.

In other news, I finally let a bit of my crazy slip out in lab today. I'd been doing so good at playing normal and respectable, too!

B: *after the third setback to a simple experiment* This experiment just doesn't want to be done.
Me: We've got the AntiChrist cell in there. The universe is trying to protect us.

At least he laughed it off. For my part, I was glad he was looking at the microscope, because my eyes went wide with horror. Damnit, Alex! Professionalism! Learn it!

Save the nutball for home. And livejournal.

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