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[Nov. 21st, 2009|08:22 pm] |
What fresh hell is this? I thought I made it implicitly clear that taunting the blind man is not chic. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|01:24 am] |
If another person tells me to cheer up, I am going to shoot them. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|09:13 pm] |
Oi. Who turned the Wrath dial up to eleven, then? Agitatin' the fuck out of everyone, you lot are. M'not in the mood to play cleanup.
Hey, Zee. Mind if I crash with you a while? Things're gettin' a bit mad 'round here. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|06:21 pm] |
With the baby walking, everything has to be put at a level higher than he is.
How odd. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2009|01:17 am] |
F'anybody needs me today...
Jus' don't, aye? 364 bloody days a year I deal with this shite. You lot can take your turn once. Nine billion of you, a hair short of a billion of them. S'fair odds, that, isn't it?
Who'm I kiddin'? I'll get the thermite.
( Zee )
( 'Friends' (Bela, Robbie, and anyone else John's sworn at) )
Fair warnin', first zombie I see's gettin' the business end of a new fire bomb I cooked up watchin' bad history channel shite on the telly. Real or no. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2009|06:16 pm] |
Good lord. A note to those who are fighting over God-knows-what? Lock your posts if you insist on having your war on this board. If I were you I don't think I'd like having my personal business sprayed round for whomever to read. Just a suggestion.
If any of you see my son or my youngest daughter, would you mind at all telling them to go to the big house for supper? Can't find either of them, which can mean anything from sleep to mayhem.
( Soren ) |
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[Oct. 19th, 2009|11:46 pm] |
( Mom, Dad, Annie. )
Will med schools look at me differently if I drop out now and take some sort of equivalency exam? I want to get the fuck out of high school now. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2009|02:54 am] |
( Gigi ) |
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[Sep. 26th, 2009|11:49 pm] |
Dean was still in the shower when Bela snuck out to the Impala. Using his keys, she opened the door and laid a cassette tape in the player, leaving it halfway out so he would see it. She laid a note on the seat near the steering wheel - she knew he wasn't exactly a Carly Simon fan, but he could put up with it for four minutes. It said all the things she wasn't the sort to say, but he needed to hear anyway. She'd enclosed the lyrics.
( Nobody does it better ... ) |
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[Sep. 11th, 2009|02:06 am] |
i finally figured out how to type.
lucky for me, dean did not unlock this 'account'. ha. he is very funny, and has clever fingers for a human.
now i just have to - Oh, there we go. Proper punctuation suits much better.
Mister William Turner, I do believe you owe me an apology. And my new master, a visit. He calls me "Princess", as you may as well. |
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[Sep. 10th, 2009|05:56 pm] |
I've got folk telling me I ought to be more sociable. Ain't never been sociable before, don't see any reason to start now besides keepin' 'em quiet for a while.
Library's still open for anybody with an appointment, appointments are open every day 'cept Wednesdays since that's when I teach. |
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[Sep. 9th, 2009|10:34 am] |
Blessed thing landed me in Los Angeles.
So. Who missed me? |
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[Sep. 8th, 2009|04:17 pm] |
Hey, Bela. I just realized that you popped out Robbie a while ago, and since then, we've gotten like, two bonus teenagers and no alone time. Screw that, let's get out of here for a couple of days. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2009|11:24 pm] |
( Soren )
I feel a yen for adult conversation, though I'd likely have to bring the baby if I went out somewhere. Lulu? Navi? Anyone feel like going to a teashop and having conversations involving words of more than one syllable? |
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[Jul. 31st, 2009|01:48 pm] |
I married one of those... what do you call them? Um... I can't think of the word, but Sam is definitely one.
He brought his computer on his honeymoon. I'm turning off the Palace wifi. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2009|02:58 pm] |
Well that was weird.
Anyone want to tell me why I just had a damned tornado in my office? Ain't any sort of disturbance I've run across before. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2009|06:53 pm] |
Dean?
Hospital.
Now, please. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2009|11:30 pm] |
Because it's summer and I know I'll run out of things to do, I might teach a Pilates class, if anyone is interested.
Mom, not until the chest burster bursts. |
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[Jun. 20th, 2009|11:46 pm] |
Annie? Mom and Dad? I'm going to move to Stockholm, with my ... okay, I had to think about that. I'm moving in with my friend Sindre. I just want you guys to have the house to focus on Robbie coming up. I'll be by all the time, you know that.
( Annie. ) |
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[Jun. 17th, 2009|02:16 pm] |
Hey sugartits, you want to go to Vegas? |
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[Jun. 16th, 2009|09:52 am] |
Well, that was amazingly distracting. And it's awfully nice of the waste management department to come and get the bodies off our lawns.
So! Which one of you goofy kids wants to come help hose off the walkway and gates with me? |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|07:17 am] |
Shit, shit, shit. Knew I should have gotten more rounds for the shotguns last time this happened. Fuck.
Dad, I'm up on the roof. Nothing's getting in this house. |
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[Jun. 9th, 2009|11:58 pm] |
My new house is sort of fucking awesome. Well, it's not mine yet - and when I buy it, it'll be me'n Bela's, but yeah, I fucking love it. I haven't gotten lost in it once!
And Sammy, you'll be glad to know it's only 4.8 miles from your house. Just a nice jog.
In about two weeks it'll be ready to move in, and we'll throw a housewarming after that. (Robbie, should I bother having people recarpet your room?) |
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[May. 30th, 2009|11:47 pm] |
Today, music review site Pitchfork was hacked and an article was placed there by Robert Winchester. The article reads as follows:
"Few demos reach our ears that have anything new to offer. But a tape was given to us yesterday - yes, a humble tape! - that may literally change how you hear music. Tremendously Carousal, their name alone evoking rebellion and anarchic incident, slams into your frontal lobe with a hammer and refuses to stop until you turn the stereo off. Trust us, that's a good thing. The lead singer and guitarist - known only as The Littlest Wartooth - has a voice that is immediately raw and fragile. The drums, played by the cryptic Earl, are at the same time reminiscent of primal war beats and something we've never heard before. When they play a show, stab your mother, your best friend, and knock over your grandmother to be touched by the experience."
A link to a "song" for download is included in the review. Over the next week, similar reviews will follow in other online blogs.
So, how'd I do? |
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[May. 20th, 2009|01:55 am] |
Out of the house.
Don't call, phone's off. |
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[May. 20th, 2009|01:06 am] |
Yeah, I have a picture of my son jacking it IN THE WOMB.
Best kid ever.
Bela, can we frame this and put it in the nursery? |
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[May. 7th, 2009|08:31 pm] |
BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY |
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[May. 7th, 2009|01:51 pm] |
I'm rather relieved I've not been affected by this madness. I confess I'd be a bit worried about enthusiastic shagging when I'm starting to show. Lilo, you're all right, yes?
Dean: That doesn't, however, mean I want to give up sex entirely. Come upstairs when you get home. |
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[May. 2nd, 2009|07:18 pm] |
BELA
BELA BELA BELA BELA BELA
( Stitchy. ) |
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[Apr. 26th, 2009|11:47 am] |
My awesome wife - that I knocked up on the third try - is finally showing. It's pretty neat, and weirdly hot. Being a dad rocks.
So does cold pizza. And you can't have any. |
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[Mar. 27th, 2009|11:35 pm] |
♪What is this feeling, so sudden and new
I felt the moment I woke up (at 2)?
My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling.
My face is flushing- what is this feeling?
Fervent as a flame, does it have a name?
Yes.... yes-
Loathing. Unadulterated loathing....♪
( OOC ) |
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[Mar. 27th, 2009|07:06 pm] |
I - I believe I just broke someone's nose.
Through the internet.
This is possibly the greatest day in human history. |
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[Mar. 26th, 2009|07:45 pm] |
Well, that was fun.
Any of you kind folk got th'secret t'getting henna to stop itchin'? S'shite's gettin' on me last damn nerve.
M'fine, by the by, thanks f'askin. An' you, Zee? An' Arabella, was it? Don't tell me I gotta go shoppin' f'new birds t'bother. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2009|12:10 pm] |
( ooc )
I don't believe I've ever come across something like this, which is entirely novel in a bad way. In my time, I did not move in polite society. If I came up against racism (which is what this appears to be), it was very casual and not nearly so focused. I don't approve of this.
I'm pregnant, not dead. I'm not fool enough to go charging into the lair of these people at this point (strange, having to worry about someone else's well-being), but if there is something that can be done behind the scenes, I am going to do it.
I have a certain expertise that might be useful in obtaining information. And I've missed the con.
Locked to Soren and Lulu: Dear god, be careful, both of you. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2009|11:28 am] |
Shamrock cookies - Check
Green shirt - Check
Green top hat - Check
Green beer - Check
Tolerable punk and Irish Traditional music - Check
Anyone who likes to party can come on over to my place at any time today and join the celebration. We're all Irish today. Even if we were Irish to begin with.
THIS MEANS YOU, MINIVER, KELLER, CASSIDY, SOREN, SKWISGAAR, LIAM, DEAN, SAM, AND CHAUCER. (and anyone else who feels like coming by) |
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