The Diva of Dumb

1:49am:

2:55am: I've been saying for a long time that I need to watch Stranger Than Fiction, the movie about a character who can hear his author narrating his life. So I rented it.

( Vague plot spoilage, if you're worried about that. )

Bottom line, though, it's a movie with a cool premise and lots of great moments, I liked it. Even if it needed a more ruthless writing team.

7:01pm: It's horribly late, but it's finally here, guys! My posting of all my awesome Otakon pics! Err, well, some of them, anyway. Better to do this than let it rot away any longer.

( May contain beatings, the fresh scent of lemons, and/or music power. )

8:54pm: [[Scene: Pyra and Dash walk out of the theatre from seeing Kung Fu Panda.]]

Pyra: "*still drinking ginormous movie root beer* Pretty awesome movie."
Dash: "Yeah. Hang on, my foot's asleep."
Pyra: "So, kick something. Oh, hey, know what'd be funny? Putting Redd White in some kinda Red Green parody."
Dash: "THAT'S the first thing you say after the movie?! You don't get a BIRTHDAY this year!"
Pyra: "*choke* Th-- Th-- Th-- Th-- Th-- Th-- ...BWAAAAAAAWWWW!"
Dash: "Redd's not even funny! 'Today we're going to duct tape something together to kill a lawyer with.'"
Pyra: "*hacks, swallows* Why don't I get a birthday?! D:"

6:42am: Hey, y'know what I haven't done since completing Tempo? Have a lyric-spotting party! Or meme, or whatever. (Just so you know, I have to skip past about ten billion Phoenix Wright songs and lyric-free DDR tunes and SNES video game soundtrack delights when I do this. You're wonderful, Fragrance of Dark Coffee, but now is really not the time.)

1) Hit shuffle on your playlist and pick the first thirty songs to come up.
2) Write down a line of the song (try to avoid using one that contains the song title).
3) Have your friends comment and see if they know the songs. (NO CHEATING!)
4) When someone guesses correctly, strike out the line and list the correct name of the song next to it.

( Time's up! Here're the answers. )

12:23am: Dash has gone to his parents' place for the weekend. You know what that means?

Time to party naked!

...Well, okay, I'm washing out the inside of my fridge right now and hopefully I'll type up some of Remedy's handwritten draft pages before I pass out. Only occasional interludes of debauchery, then!

10:09pm: I saw Iron Man and it is more badass than freaking everything. <3

Also, Dashie's plotting to make a lolcat TCG. Further bulletins as events warrant.

5:05pm: Kinkmeme anon? Yes, you.

You win freaking everything. XD Have an Internet full of porn and waffles. I'm curious as to whether I know you but random mousies are cool, too.

If the prompt-filling author happens to see this, it should go without saying that you win too, buddy.

12:28am: Pick five fandoms and then answer the questions. Don't look at the questions before you choose!

1) Invader Zim
2) Elite Beat Agents
3) Final Fantasy VII
4) Phoenix Wright
5) Final Fantasy IX

( Baaaaa! )

4:18am: My best ideas tend to come creeping in during the wee hours of the morning. All good things, in Pyraland, have their roots around this time.

Which totally explains why I'm sitting here eating Ben and Jerry's, with the drying beginnings of a paper mache Thinker statue beside me. Reusing my Mia cosplay'll be so much more fun with one of these! Never mind the fourth dimension of win and antics if I should run into a Redd cosplayer! :D

(Maybe I'll go cosplay gearhunting, if I'm awake around lunch-ish. OMG. Shoes!)

2:53pm: Yesterday, I troubleshot the old scanner at Mom and Dad's place, had Danish teach me the HTML for an indent so I can comb through every fic and make people quit bitching about my upload-eaten formatting, struggled with Seashore and the Vista version of Photoshop for sketch cleaning-up (which mostly didn't work), and then Insanejournal died mid-post and I had to retype this entire entry. Today, I just came back from grocery shopping and on the way, some jackass in a suit gave me hell because leaving a shopping cart in his line of sight downtown apparently offends his delicate sensibilities. Icky young people only struggle with heavy bags in the blazing sun to annoy him, obviously. I've been feeling a tad bitey the past twenty-four hours, I'm sure you can imagine.

Anyway. The goal of a bunch of that vexing stuff was so I could share my Pokemon Silver team, because I wuvs them and miss them. So here!

( Ahh, the days of my youth, like the scent of a complete lack of Mudkips. )

I have a Gant/Lana drabble I don't especially feel like posting. Maybe later. Oh, speaking of Phoenix Wright, here's that soap-dropping comic I drew because I'm SO MATURE LIKE THAT.

( Two great gags that taste great together. )

Guh, don't especially feel like writing. And I'll indent-pick through my fics later, once spite drives me some more. Curse you, fic upload sites! I'll get my correctly-formatted novels published in hardcover so I can BEAT you with 'em!