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performingdude's journal...
Who are you?
Are we friends?
If we've met, when and how did we meet?
What social event or place would you like to go to with me?
Would you kiss me?
Describe me in one word.
What was your first impression?
Do you still think that way about me now?
What reminds you of me?
If you could give me anything what would it be?
How well do you know me?
When's the last time you saw me?
Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?
Right. That should cause a good bit of chaos... or none at all. Things seem to run hot or not at all around here, so we'll have to see.
After some long thought, and conferring with another, I would propose that my official UJ name be altered to Sister Steam Mallet of Reasoned Negotiation. It both suits my rapid switches from patient coaxer to bombastic field leveler, and has a nice rhythm to it. Rhythm's important, you see. It's what binds the fibers of language together.
Right. This next one comes with a warning: Potty Humor. And I -mean- it, too. You've been warned.
This may well be the greatest Non Sequitur strip ever.
And now the trivial me stuff: The knee hurts, as does the rest of me. With discomfort, I'm back to the cane again; if it's a longer trip than across the apartment, the crutches are needed. I'm highly annoyed with it... and annoyed with myself over being annoyed with it because I -know- it has to heal.
I just want it done like... oh... last month or something. *hand to forehead* Oh, woe! Woe! *dramatic sigh, close curtains, emerge for victorious curtsey to standing ovation...*
What? Well, it's my damned journal and I can fantasize if I want, okay? Thenk yew. :p
Anyway, even some mobility is a good thing, since Megan leaves in a bit over a week. I might actually get to enjoy some of my vacation, even. At the moment I'm utterly exhausted, but sleep seems to be something that's not going to happen tonight. Guess I'll have to clear my busy social calendar and watch anime instead. Oh, the horror. :) Anyway, that's really all I've got for this entry.
Oh, one more thing. Jeremy Paxman for US President. I don't give a damn if he's English, he's someone that values honesty over glossy appearances, and knows how to put an uppity arse in their place.
He's got MY vote, anyway. :)
performingdude's journal...Are we friends?
If we've met, when and how did we meet?
What social event or place would you like to go to with me?
Would you kiss me?
Describe me in one word.
What was your first impression?
Do you still think that way about me now?
What reminds you of me?
If you could give me anything what would it be?
How well do you know me?
When's the last time you saw me?
Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?
Right. That should cause a good bit of chaos... or none at all. Things seem to run hot or not at all around here, so we'll have to see.
After some long thought, and conferring with another, I would propose that my official UJ name be altered to Sister Steam Mallet of Reasoned Negotiation. It both suits my rapid switches from patient coaxer to bombastic field leveler, and has a nice rhythm to it. Rhythm's important, you see. It's what binds the fibers of language together.
Right. This next one comes with a warning: Potty Humor. And I -mean- it, too. You've been warned.
This may well be the greatest Non Sequitur strip ever.
And now the trivial me stuff: The knee hurts, as does the rest of me. With discomfort, I'm back to the cane again; if it's a longer trip than across the apartment, the crutches are needed. I'm highly annoyed with it... and annoyed with myself over being annoyed with it because I -know- it has to heal.
I just want it done like... oh... last month or something. *hand to forehead* Oh, woe! Woe! *dramatic sigh, close curtains, emerge for victorious curtsey to standing ovation...*
What? Well, it's my damned journal and I can fantasize if I want, okay? Thenk yew. :p
Anyway, even some mobility is a good thing, since Megan leaves in a bit over a week. I might actually get to enjoy some of my vacation, even. At the moment I'm utterly exhausted, but sleep seems to be something that's not going to happen tonight. Guess I'll have to clear my busy social calendar and watch anime instead. Oh, the horror. :) Anyway, that's really all I've got for this entry.
Oh, one more thing. Jeremy Paxman for US President. I don't give a damn if he's English, he's someone that values honesty over glossy appearances, and knows how to put an uppity arse in their place.
He's got MY vote, anyway. :)
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Date: 2005-05-06 01:55 pm (UTC)If we've met, when and how did we meet? Well, we wouldn't know eachother otherwise, aye? Uh. Online is how; Informally, we 'met' back in...'97, when I created Methat on B5MUSH; Formally in late '98 when I actually said something on the Public Channel.
What social event or place would you like to go to with me? Prolly a con. D*C! That'd be r00l.
Would you kiss me? Sure, why not.
Describe me in one word. Kinky.
What was your first impression? OMG she hates me. 6.6; *preens over having a new asshole* (I's the self conscious sort). Umm, but honestly? On the informal meet, I'm's the guy who goes, 'Ohes. Admin. b'Shutzup before you get nuked!' Formally, I'm all the, 'Wow. Thissizz mah kinda jazz!'
Do you still think that way about me now? Hoyeah. Still teh Kinkeh.
What reminds you of me? Oddly? Robert Frost's poem 'Design'; Vibrating Panties; Interestingly enough, the color Pink and things to do with outdoor wintery sort of settings. Particularly parks or forests...
If you could give me anything what would it be? First: a BIG hug, from a lil guy. Oddly, I'd probably honestly look like Snoops clinging to your leg. But, no humpy, I promise. Second, probably a stuffed animal from Ikea. Third: Vacation tickets to Japan so we could check them wymmins out...
How well do you know me? I'd say decently well, though of late I've fallen from any active part of the online life...
When's the last time you saw me? Like...SAW saw? Uh. Well...that'd be...kinda. Never. Except perhaps in photos...
Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? No. I think I've trusted you with whats on my mind quite the often bit...well, hell. You're on my private online journal, c'mon...
Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you? For now, I'll say doubtful. If only because I'll have people replying to things I already know about myself and really don't need to hear over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. 'Sides. I know where the lurve is!