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|Friday, February 8th, 2008|
|Friday, October 5th, 2007|
tell me something wonderful
|Wednesday, July 11th, 2007|
does Jack Bauer ever go to the bathroom? Current Mood: curious
|Thursday, May 17th, 2007|
|Monday, April 16th, 2007|
found in Chicago
I have often wondered, between those twilight hours of the morning and the nothing if our true passions were merely an excuse to feel aliveno no, there is hope Current Mood: calm
|Wednesday, April 11th, 2007|
|Wednesday, February 21st, 2007|
|Tuesday, December 5th, 2006|
On-Line shopping at Fluffy Like Razors
- Designs, slogans, bags, santa hats!!
EU and US stores
Hearts, razor blades, safety pins, stars, skulls, more razor blades
|Wednesday, August 30th, 2006|
Is that what art looks like?
From the Brooklyn art gallery that brought you the Nude Britney Spears giving birth on a bearskin rug statue
comes the latest in celebrity inspired artwork. You guessed it, a bronze sculpture of what Suri Cruise's first poop might look like
That's right, no one has seen a picture of the little Scientological spawn, but this artist is going to show us that it's what's inside that counts... or what was inside, i guess.
the poop sculpture will be on display until September and then sold on Ebay, the profits going to the March of Dimes foundation. Limited edition plaster replicas will also be available.
The sad part is that several people have signed off on this and not one of them has taken a step back and said "wait, that's dumb!" Current Mood: shocked
|Wednesday, August 16th, 2006|
|Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006|
India's Delhi Metro has hired a monkey to frighten off other monkeys from boarding trains and upsetting passengers.
In an effort to keep monkeys out of the New Delhi subways, authorities have called in one of the few animals known to scare the creatures — a fierce-looking primate called the langur, the Hindustan Times newspaper reported Wednesday.
The decision to hire a langurwallah — a man who trains and controls the langurs — came after a monkey got into a metro car June 9, the newspaper reported.
In that incident, a monkey boarded a train at the underground Chawri Bazaar station and reportedly scared passengers by scowling at them for three stops. It then disembarked at Civil Lines station. Current Mood: MONKEYS!
|Thursday, July 20th, 2006|
a deer memory
I still remember the morning after my best friend got her driver's license. It was foggy, unusually warm for a December morning. Never had a Toyota Carolla looked more wonderful. The beat up, slightly rust-eaten poo-brown metal suddenly took on a new sheen. You could imagine large wings extending out of the rear child-safety windows. (The kind that only roll down enough for you to uncomfortably sick your arm up and out, or for you to get wind directly in your eyes and no where else). You could hear the humm of excitement as she pulled up in my driveway for our first solo flight to high school. (Or maybe the humm was the timing belt that needed replacing). It didn't matter to us that in order to stop at a stop light, we had to shift into neutral and rev the engine the whole time lest it die. It didn't matter that the sound system was ancient and blown. We were on our own, in what I like to call our "rocketship of freedom" (ECHO, ECho, echo).
So as we drove out of town, jamming to Offspring's Americana, we enjoyed the freedom of a parentless car. We could speed if we wanted. We could pull over just because, and we could turn up the music as loud as we could stand.... which lasted about 3 seconds. But duration was not the point, the freedom to DO it was the goal. We cut through the foggy air on the road alongside a lake, laughing and talking about things that only high-school girls find interesting. Planning rear-view-mirror decorations, class schedules and the all important boy situation.
I still remember the moment that we both looked up and realized that our little rocketship of freedom was headed straight into the only kryptonite to our super-adventure. That's right. A large buck stopped dead in the road, staring at its oncoming doom. Of course, being the sensible girls we were, we both screamed. Loudly. And Ashley, being the trained and licensed driver did the only responsible action there was. Her skill at driving, her mastery of the road was quite evident as she executed the by-the-book "mixing-up-the-brake-and-gas" maneuver.
We were now hurtling even FASTER at the frightened deer. His end seemed at hand, his doom imminent, and our screaming rang inside the car even louder... a bizarre "song of mourning" for the soon-to-be road kill. We were gathering speed, I was sure our little car would take to flight and clear the obstacle that way. Suddenly my job as co-pilot and navigator extrodinaire became clear. It was up to the trusty side-kick to pull this baby out of the nose dive. I reached over (still keeping my part of the strange screaming duet)and pressed hard on the horn of the deer-death-mobile. A wimpy "meeeeeeeeeeep" must have issued from our hurtling rocket of doom, not to be heard above said screaming duet of mourning, for the buck woke suddenly from his stupor and dashed nimbly aside as we flashed by.
In that first game of "chicken", we came out victorious. We were winded, and had to pull to the side of the road to recover. Our only conversation centered around her excellent, but risky strategy of barelling head first into the situation. Her only reply was "oops", and eventually we ended up laughing about it. Loudly. In fact, anyone driving by would simply see two girls thrashing about in a little Toyota Corolla, laughing uncontrollably. No one could have guessed the fate that almost met our rocketship of freedom. So we continued our merry way to school, much slower, and with much checking-of-brakes. It wasn't our last adventure in the rocketship, but it was certainly one of our finest.
have you ever read an interview or listened to director's commentary in which you hear the words, "The producers told us we had to change this
." or "the backers felt we should eliminate this scene
and have this happen
has the change the producers suggested EVER
been a change for the better? Current Mood: curious
|Tuesday, July 18th, 2006|
a hi and hello
I searched for "random community" and here I found you all! So a hi and a hello from me, I think this community is right up my ally ;)
Have a great day! Current Mood: recumbent
|Tuesday, July 11th, 2006|
Fred Rogers (better known to the world as Mr. Rogers) would end every one of his 895 episodes with the same sign-off. "I like you just the way you are."
for 33 years, that man was on the screen every day telling you that you were special and that you were a good person, no matter what you had done, and no matter how bad things were. Little children could always rely on Mr. Rogers to offer them a friendly smile and the reassurance that they were at least important to someone. Grown-ups who might have been feeling down, might have lost a job or a loved one, or might have been worn down facing the trials of everyday living, could easily find that familiar neighborhood where they were always welcome and they would just know that it was going to be ok.
sometimes we all face hard times, tough decisions, pain, loss and fear. we all have days where we feel like nothing we do matters and all of our running around will just leave us tired and frustrated.
this is why the world needed Mr. Rogers.
we all need to be told that we are special, we are important, and our lives on this planet do have meaning. Mr. Rogers gave us that, and you always felt that he meant it every time, that he was speaking to each and every one of us, and he would always accept us, "just the way you are."
go tell someone important to you just what they mean to you. spread some love around.
now more than ever Current Mood: missing Mr. Rogers
|Friday, July 7th, 2006|
i am important
I have decided that I am important
because without me
, it's just Aweso
! Current Mood: AWESOME
|Friday, June 30th, 2006|
i think it's sexy when a girl wears boxer shorts and an old t-shirt
i think that's sexier than a nice dress and makeup any day Current Mood: bored
sing to me, post a picture, show me some art you've been working on, tell me a story. the mic is open. do something with it
do it anonymously if you want
ready... GO Current Mood: interested
|Wednesday, June 21st, 2006|
i love pancakes
pancakes pancakes pancakes
butter and syrup make me smile, but only when they are on
i love them sooooooooooooooo! Current Mood: hungry
|Thursday, May 25th, 2006|
Buy my stuff!
I'm in the process of consolidating and paying off my credit card debt. That said, I've opened an eBay store to sell a lot of my crap, especially books. PLEASE check it out and--if you find something appealing--spend money! It's for a good cause, I promise.Eve Sells ALL
]muah[ Current Mood: hopeful