motherfuckingsnakes.
Sep. 9th, 2006 10:38 pmSchroedinger's cat collectibles, bwahaha.
Want your name in a book? It's for charity, although that's more relevant if you're American.
Today I went to see SNAKES ON A PLANE with my good friend Nicky, my trusty rubber snake Soapy (previously Glomp, previously Rodney, previously Harrison - don't ask) and about three gallons of rainwater. It was truly everything They said it would be. We giggled, we squealed, we mouthed "I WANT THESE MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES OFF THIS MOTHERFUCKING PLANE" along with The Man himself, Samuel L. Jackson (who for some reason was going by the name "Neville" - I mean what kind of name is that to give to an FBI agent character?), and of course we provided commentary along the lines of "as if snakes see in green flashy focussed-on-the-humans vision... oh wow that's one realistic looking snake. Look at the way they always go for the throat, eyes or any exposed sexual organs, isn't that uncanny?"
In addition, I now require an animated icon of that snake that tried to mate with the lei. Because it is perfect OMGWTF. Also somewhat creepy.
And I have to say, just because it was funny didn't make it any less gut-wrenchingly horrific. The swollen blue-lumped carcasses of all the characters who died in a non-nice self sacrificey way were not pretty, in fact they were rather vomit-inducing. Didn't help that I made the unwise decision to eat spaghetti bolognaise afterwards - which, incidentally, looked like it had already been eaten, so I can cross that off my repeat-eats list.
Anyway, snakes are now on my official cool scary things list along with eg zombies, pirates, ninjas, and undead pirate monkeys. Appropriately enough, we stopped into a discount bookstore afterwards and I bought this handy Zombie Survival Guide, which I spent all afternoon reading. I am now thoroughly creeped out and paranoid and won't be able to sleep, which sort of sucks cos I have to get up early tomorrow to go to the Scrabble tournament, which, I discovered after I'd already entered and paid and everything, is somewhere in the region of Parramatta. Oops.
Comment and I'll give you a letter. You name five songs (SONGS!) that start with that letter. If you'd like, upload each song to share with your friends list.
My letter is "L".
( Songs with lyrics )
Want your name in a book? It's for charity, although that's more relevant if you're American.
Today I went to see SNAKES ON A PLANE with my good friend Nicky, my trusty rubber snake Soapy (previously Glomp, previously Rodney, previously Harrison - don't ask) and about three gallons of rainwater. It was truly everything They said it would be. We giggled, we squealed, we mouthed "I WANT THESE MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES OFF THIS MOTHERFUCKING PLANE" along with The Man himself, Samuel L. Jackson (who for some reason was going by the name "Neville" - I mean what kind of name is that to give to an FBI agent character?), and of course we provided commentary along the lines of "as if snakes see in green flashy focussed-on-the-humans vision... oh wow that's one realistic looking snake. Look at the way they always go for the throat, eyes or any exposed sexual organs, isn't that uncanny?"
In addition, I now require an animated icon of that snake that tried to mate with the lei. Because it is perfect OMGWTF. Also somewhat creepy.
And I have to say, just because it was funny didn't make it any less gut-wrenchingly horrific. The swollen blue-lumped carcasses of all the characters who died in a non-nice self sacrificey way were not pretty, in fact they were rather vomit-inducing. Didn't help that I made the unwise decision to eat spaghetti bolognaise afterwards - which, incidentally, looked like it had already been eaten, so I can cross that off my repeat-eats list.
Anyway, snakes are now on my official cool scary things list along with eg zombies, pirates, ninjas, and undead pirate monkeys. Appropriately enough, we stopped into a discount bookstore afterwards and I bought this handy Zombie Survival Guide, which I spent all afternoon reading. I am now thoroughly creeped out and paranoid and won't be able to sleep, which sort of sucks cos I have to get up early tomorrow to go to the Scrabble tournament, which, I discovered after I'd already entered and paid and everything, is somewhere in the region of Parramatta. Oops.
Comment and I'll give you a letter. You name five songs (SONGS!) that start with that letter. If you'd like, upload each song to share with your friends list.
My letter is "L".
( Songs with lyrics )
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