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Wii and Wii Fit Plus have officially usurped 64 GB iPod Touch as my first on my list of Extravagant Purchases to Make Upon Landing RealJob™. Seriously entertaining. I'm the best damn chicken you've ever seen!!! :P

We now return you to your regularly-scheduled ElJay.

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Hallway

marquisdd

03:34pm 27/12/2009

Hallway
Originally uploaded by marquis_dd

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Sherlock Holmes Movie

lady_of_asheru

07:21pm 27/12/2009

I went to this expecting to hate it, but I loved, loved loved it, for all its faults it is a fabulous piece of action adventure with homoerotic subtext, set in late Victorian London, what's not to love.

It is certainly much more physical than I remember the stories being, but the way that Holmes analyses his opponents' weaknesses before going into a fight is entirely in keeping with his character.

Yes, the plot is entirely daft, but no dafter than some of the originals and the film fairly rattles along, with some lovely one liners that I wont spoil for you.

A much better place to spend an afternoon than in the crush of the sales!

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n_masha

09:18pm 27/12/2009

сегодня видела смешную ситуацию на крещатике:

мама с ребенком спускается в пешеходный переход и на моменте первой ступеньки девочка начинает плакать и сопротивляться
и кричит "я не поеду домой, я на елку хочу!"
мама ей "так мы на елку идем, надо только через дорогу перейти"
- нет, я не хочу уезжать...почему ты меня с елки забираешь?

дети - цветы жизни :-)

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ninjadebugger

01:12pm 27/12/2009

Allergies are doing their level best to kill me. I am doing my best to sleep through this bullshit. I'm not sure who is winning.

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[txt-post]: Сборник

agat_chibi

06:59pm 27/12/2009

Последний сборник в этом году. С 18 ноября по 27 декабря.
Порядок не хренологический.
Большая часть вещей здесь не публиковалась. Некоторые не публиковались нигде.

Туманы-3

С новым вас этим. Ну как его там.

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ninjadebugger

11:56pm 26/12/2009

mood:

exhausted

music: Nada

Very few things make a day longer than having your sinuses actively trying to kill you. Like mine, after half a day spent at mom's house, where she keeps all manner of nasty beasts, and I'm not even counting my siblings.

I have an adapter on the way so that I can use my wii with my monitor, I have books on the way, and I went ahead and ordered wii sports resort, because I want me some fucking swordfitan.

And then I pretty much spent all day under assault of allergies while trying to read Valdemar books and play SRTK.

And now I am watching an utterly fucking surreal conversation in #BESM with someone whose primary language is clearly not english. It is really confusing.

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this is not your average birthday cake

chefxh

09:00pm 26/12/2009

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Christmas

talltash

10:31pm 26/12/2009

mood: contemplative and blessed

Considering this is being posted from my BlackBerry, ignore any typos. :-)

What a great Christmas break. I'm cozy in one of my parent's guest bedrooms, which still feels like home even though I never grew up in this house. This weekend was spent with my parents and younger brother and it was fantastic. I'm torn with the idea of having to go back to Michigan tomorrow, to my home. I definitely missed Dave this weekend, but the quality time with my family was needed and perfect.

We spent the first night here drinking bottles of wine, playing games, and talking about favorite childhood Christmas memories- I really was blessed witha unique childhood, especially since my most memorable ones are from when we lived in Germany for six years and got to experience our traditional Polish-American Christmas and, as well, as German traditions.

I love my parents, and "Santa", for how they spoil me, with presents and love. I got so many amazing and thoughtful gifts, which weren't needed! Mainly because early this morning my dad took my car, replaced all four tires, filled the gas tank, changed the oil, replaced a light, got an alighnment and replaced my brake pads. That alone was all I neededn but my parent were too kind with other gifts... When I say I'm blessed, I really mean. And not in the material sense, but in that the love over the weekend shown by us all was tangible, apparent.

So I have mixed feelings about leaving tomorrow. It's always bittersweet. I really do hate how far my parents live away and wish that in a perfect world, distance could be five miles, instead of five hours.

I got to see Jacques and his girlfriend. I really hope I'm able to plan a visit where I (and hopefully Dave) can spend more time with them. I realized that I have an amazing best friend and pseudo-brother in him. He would do anything for my family and I, and it's apparent in the things he does. Seeing him this weekend just made me miss him so much.

This was a great visit. And I'm so happy I took Monday off so that I will have tomorrow evening and Monday to relax, prep for New Year's- and Lisa's visit!!- and hopefully spend time with Dave.

I'm entering 2010 with a different outlook ok life; a less controlling and more open minded, a less frivolous and more financially sound mind, and most of all recognizing my blessings and those that I love, being a part of my life.

Hope you all had a great holiday with whomever you hold near and dear. xoxo

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elcarpitain

06:06pm 26/12/2009

Bumped to first on the flight backhome.

I am drinking a free beer, eating almonds with my feet up and listening to the jams of the 90s o my plugged in laptop. Hell yeah!

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hurray.

vexierspiegel

01:53am 27/12/2009

mood:

accomplished

privet
привет!
wine+semagic
cyrillic.
superb!

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Disturbing Dream

marquisdd

04:16pm 26/12/2009

Perhaps in response to the night's events, a number of disturbing dreams linger with me today, despite the Klonopin I took to get to sleep which usually blocks all dreaming.

In the dream, I was at work — dunno what my job was, but it was busy — and I had two days to take a one-sheet quiz consisting of 38 questions. Two days to complete a one-page quiz shouldn't be so hard, I thought.

Question 1: Speak fluent German.
Question 2: Invent and patent something original.
Question 3: Discover a new element.
Question 4: Produce the remains of Jimmy Hoffa.
Question 5: Figure π to its conclusion. Hint: it DOES end.
Question 6: Clone a mammal.
etc…

Somehow I got through most of the page, but then a glass of water spilled on the paper and erased my ink. I didn't have time to start over.

I knew I would be fired.

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Smashy-Grabby

marquisdd

04:06pm 26/12/2009

Last night around 4:30am Ben and I were sitting in bed reading our books like a nice old married couple when we heard our car alarm go off. Our car alarm is … overzealous, to say the least, and blats its worrisome herald when as much as a butterfly flaps its wings in China, so we didn't think much of it. I dimly heard a simultaneous crunching noise, but was too engrossed in my book to give it any thought.

At 5:00am, the doorbell rang. And rang. And rang, rang, rang, urgently. Ben answered the door to a few cops who had traced my tags to my address and wished to inform us that our car window had been smashed.

Bundling up against the cold, we went out to investigate. Indeed, the driver's side window was shattered to diamonds and our cheap-o GPS was gone — nothing else was touched.

There was blood on my gearshift, for which I had to smile a little bit, fantasizing that Cracky McCrackhead was now wandering the Quarter bleeding to death. The two itty-bitty-tiny drops of blood communicated that was probably not the case, but a girl can dream.

An hour later the print-taking cop showed up and dusted — found nothing.

Making conversation with the cops, I was lectured sternly about leaving anything of value in sight in my car. Generally speaking we don't leave anything of value in the car. It never occurred to me that a $90ish GPS tracker, which would probably only garner $10 to a thief selling it on the street, was anything to be worried about.

"Guess Santa didn't bring him his Xmas rock," I said to the cop.

"Crime goes up on Christmas," he replied. "The unfortunate prey on the slightly more fortunate more at this time of year than any other." The implication with delivery of this thought was weirdly accusatory. He seemed to be saying, don't judge the thief too harshly. You have more than he does. He deserves this GPS.

Moi, I beg to differ. Strongly beg. Trash is trash, and parasites are parasites, and I have always had a paucity of empathy of goodwill-towards-men-on-soul-destroying-drugs. You hear the same old story enough times and the story becomes boring.

"Fuck that trash," I smiled at the cop. "Can I get you some coffee?"

Ben went back to bed while I finished dealing with the cops and taped a Hefty bag in the vacant window, fingers turning to cold mush.

Now, Ben's outside with a broom cleaning up the diamonds while I make calls to my claims company (offices are closed, merry Xmas).

This "morning" (2pm — didn't get to bed till after dawn), I find myself examining my response to this annoying little incident and the annoying little perp who executed it. And I find, much to my shoulder-shrugging indifference, that I in fact have absolutely no pity, empathy or milk-of-human-kindness to offer him. If I saw him now, I would smash his face in with a fire extinguisher. I hope he's bleeding like an anemic pig with broken fingers from smashing my window. I wish I had examined the smashing noise that harmonized my car's alarm last night, and I wish I had taken the Glock with me. In Louisiana you can legally shoot someone messing with your car. I pray I'll never have to actually use our gun on another human being, but this is not a human being we're dealing with; this is a drug-addled animal.

I suppose this makes me a not-really-very-nice person.

Don't really care. Never claimed to be nice.

Didn'ja see my shoulders shrug?

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Bat

marquisdd

03:19pm 26/12/2009