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bliumchik1. A meme! A meme! It's going round my flist! It goooooes like this: (with minor alterations cos my lack of writing is outrageous)
Pic a fic, any fic. That I wrote. Or a picture I drew, cos I'm not exactly prolific. Or a poem! And then... ask me what happens next! Or earlier. Or who the hell the character is. Or what they eat for breakfast. Basically give me a prompt related to a creative thing I've done (look! My creative tags! For your convenience!) and I shall write you a drabble. OF DETH. not really. Or a poem. I probably won't draw anything but... I guess I might... HANYWAY THAT'S IT. And then you do the same. Okay that's the end of the meme, srsly.
Prompt and repost, y'all! (er... not neccessarily in my rambly tones of uh, ramble. feel free to, you know. re-word.)
2. I have officially adopted y'all. I know it makes me sound even more American than people already assume I am. But. It is a gorram smooth contraction, so I don't care.
3. I'm going to a themed party on Australia Day: Dress As A Song Title. I suppose the lazy option would be Back In Black (lessee... wardrobe, wardrobe, in my room, got anything black in your metaphorical womb?) or I could wear my new T shirt and go as Fashion Zombies, but I wore it yesterday and it's in the wash...
4. My elbow is scabby. This is because, as I forgot to mention, I sustained an injury during the NIDA workshop. You see, there's this game. It involves blindfolds, please stop giggling Diana. Everyone sits in a circle, and two people in the middle are blindfolded. One is a robber - they have to find the diamonds - an object, in this case a drink bottle. The other is the cop - they have to catch the robber. And cos they can't see, they have to do it by sound/feel. It's a Play Your Objectives game. The people in the circle have to go BEEEP when someone gets too close, to keep the playing field small and prevent walking into things. Unfortunately, a RIDICULOUSLY TALL DUDE OF RIDICULOUS TALLNESS named Andy was going a leeetle too fast for a guy in a blindfold (pause for contemplation here) ...so basically I went "whoah hey BE-AUGH!" And got slammed into the floor. In a not-at-all-fun sort of way. Said floor feels like it's made of rubber, but was inexplicably sharp just below my elbow, which promptly waved the leetle flag of *bleed* while I went "No, no, I'm fine, just a little winded, OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU SO HUGE nah really I'm fine." The end.
5. I swear there was somethine else I wanted to say but I can't for the life of me remember what it was. This always happens to me.
Pic a fic, any fic. That I wrote. Or a picture I drew, cos I'm not exactly prolific. Or a poem! And then... ask me what happens next! Or earlier. Or who the hell the character is. Or what they eat for breakfast. Basically give me a prompt related to a creative thing I've done (look! My creative tags! For your convenience!) and I shall write you a drabble. OF DETH. not really. Or a poem. I probably won't draw anything but... I guess I might... HANYWAY THAT'S IT. And then you do the same. Okay that's the end of the meme, srsly.
Prompt and repost, y'all! (er... not neccessarily in my rambly tones of uh, ramble. feel free to, you know. re-word.)
2. I have officially adopted y'all. I know it makes me sound even more American than people already assume I am. But. It is a gorram smooth contraction, so I don't care.
3. I'm going to a themed party on Australia Day: Dress As A Song Title. I suppose the lazy option would be Back In Black (lessee... wardrobe, wardrobe, in my room, got anything black in your metaphorical womb?) or I could wear my new T shirt and go as Fashion Zombies, but I wore it yesterday and it's in the wash...
4. My elbow is scabby. This is because, as I forgot to mention, I sustained an injury during the NIDA workshop. You see, there's this game. It involves blindfolds, please stop giggling Diana. Everyone sits in a circle, and two people in the middle are blindfolded. One is a robber - they have to find the diamonds - an object, in this case a drink bottle. The other is the cop - they have to catch the robber. And cos they can't see, they have to do it by sound/feel. It's a Play Your Objectives game. The people in the circle have to go BEEEP when someone gets too close, to keep the playing field small and prevent walking into things. Unfortunately, a RIDICULOUSLY TALL DUDE OF RIDICULOUS TALLNESS named Andy was going a leeetle too fast for a guy in a blindfold (pause for contemplation here) ...so basically I went "whoah hey BE-AUGH!" And got slammed into the floor. In a not-at-all-fun sort of way. Said floor feels like it's made of rubber, but was inexplicably sharp just below my elbow, which promptly waved the leetle flag of *bleed* while I went "No, no, I'm fine, just a little winded, OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU SO HUGE nah really I'm fine." The end.
5. I swear there was somethine else I wanted to say but I can't for the life of me remember what it was. This always happens to me.
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Date: 2007-01-25 02:58 am (UTC)I've found that I accidentally say it quite often in casual conversation -- what's worse is that I have a New England accent, so it's not even the southern drawl you'd expect.... This meshes about as well as my propensity for saying "frak" or "what up, home dog" in the exact same tone of voice. Language is fun.
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Date: 2007-01-25 03:01 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-25 11:28 am (UTC)Maggie, I thought you were busy doing your overdue fic exchange *shakes head at irresponsibility*
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Date: 2007-01-26 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
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