| 250 screencaps and rising
||[Apr. 21st, 2004|08:37 am]
Have I always been this obsessive?|
And why I am drinking Starbucks "Sumatra" blend when it *does* taste exactly like new tires?
Because the other coffee is weak like your will.
OK, my alter-ego sucks. NO SOUP FOR YOU.
I was about to go to bed last night when I remembered that episode 18 had shirtless scenes in it, and I had to screencap those.
What the hell are you going to do with all those screencaps, anyway. You're wasting your time.
Is it me, or does this alter-ego sound like Goemon bitching at Lupin? How did Goemon get in there?
But in answer to that question, I am going to try to make a website. Yeah! It'll be awesome! Big pretty screencaps for everybody!
Beh! Now I've just spilled the tire-coffee down my shirt!
No I don't mean basketball. I mean
Those hoops. If I typed the url correctly.
Does anyone else have hoops on their jacket, and if you do, do you know what they are for? I'm trying to imagine what possible purpose hoops would serve. They can't be merely decorative, or can they? Is there some odd type of clotheshanger that requires hoops on clothing? As if he ever has the occasion to hang that jacket up, anyway. Anyone with any hoop insight, let me know.
OK that reminded me. I had a freaky-weird dream last night. OK, there wasn't anything freaky OR weird about it, but here you go. I'm going to x-post this to raditzsex so sorry for those of you who have to read it twice.
BEGIN DREAM SEQUENCE
I was going to a basketball game with this guy named Bruce and his wife, Cheryl. They were actually Scar's brother and sister-in-law. I don't know where the names Bruce and Cheryl came from. Bruce was a college basketball coach, so he got us all free tickets, but we had to ride in Cheryl's little truck (which was actually an extended cab version of this truck a real girl named Cheryl that I used to run with drove). We had courtside seats, though, so it was awesome. Bruce was telling us some things about the plays they were running in the game, none of which I remember now but they were all probably fictional anyway.
Then, I was going to the movies with my sister and a host of her friends plus some teenagers. Let's pretend the teenagers were Ed and Al, because it's cooler that way. Anyway, I'm sitting in the theater between my sister and Al (I say that because I only recall that the guy I was sitting next to was a teenager and had dark hair), and on the other side of my sister was this girl Jenny that I used to run with. We were watching Star Wars Episode II. My sister and Jenny, about halfway through the movie, started giggling and stuff, and suddenly I smell something foul. I whispered "What are you doing?" and my sister whispered back "Me and Jenny farted!" and I was like "Rank! Smells like cat farts!" (one guess as to what was going on in the real world whilst I slept :P
So, I leaned over to Al and whispered "Dude, Jenny and Lainie are farting. Switch places with me." Then Lainie got REALLY mad at me for telling him that she was farting. So I accused her of having a crush on him. She refused to talk to me for the rest of the movie, which was fine by me because I was trying to watch the movie in the first place.
END DREAM SEQUENCE
One thing is sure. My cats fart in the night.