Ahhhh LOLZ

Jan. 10th, 2009 09:31 pm
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Geek Grin)
I was watching Buffy, right? And she and Angel are getting frisky. And then the camera cuts away because, you know, prime time TV can't be doin' with the nudity, and all I can think to say is:

"And then one thing led to another, and four hours later they had sex!"


INSIDE JOKE PEOPLE. IT WAS FUNNY. TRUST ME ON THIS ONE.



ow. even writing in capslock hurts my head...
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Geek Grin)
When I die, I want it to be because of a Sharpie-related incident.

That would be epic.

And possibly colorful.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Slavery)
My seekrit shame. )
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Cigarette)
I've come to the conclusion that while I may have recovered from my anemia, even before that hormone trip I was a freak. Does this surprise anybody? Didn't think so.

Maybe the bleach really did scramble some brain cells. I've spent the last several hours listening to Bruce Springstein, John Mellencamp, and Stan Rogers in turns, with short interludes into the realm of Micheal Buble and Flogging Molly.

And now I'm going to Photoshop the heads of all of my friends onto bodies of well-known media icons. YAY!
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Trust me- I'm a scientist)
You know how when you look at your reflection the inside of a metal spoon, and your image shows up upside-down because its concave?

Well, when you're looking at your reflection and turn the spoon upside down, your reflection should turn right side up.


The world would make so much more sense that way.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Cigarette)
Whafuck.

That's goin' in my dictionary.
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Also, enjoy my home-made FLYING DYNAMITE!!!!!
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IT FLIES.

and then theres
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Aziraphael and Crowley and CROWLEY IS POUTING, YES HE IS, GO LOOK.

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Shut up, you'd hit that.


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I THOUGHT I WAS STRONGER THAN THIS

edit: HAH! Got scrubbed from Photobucket! My life suddenly gains meaning and perspctive! I AM MADE WHOLE.

Dreamtime!

Aug. 31st, 2008 11:21 am
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (MONKEYS!)
So last night I dreamed that I was in an Alien movie. It was set underground, beneathe a kind of Indian Rez, I think, in a sewer/tunnel system, with plenty of nooks, crannies, and hiding spots. I was the youngest of a rag-tag group, the 'hero' of the story being a 20-something guy who kinda knew what was going on and what we were facing. One person was a strong black woman who had an otter as a pet. The otter eventualy became an incubator for a mini-xenomorph. No suprise.
There was one weasel-y guy know never wanted to be left behind when the others went ton investigate noises or whatever those things you always leave the relative safety of your base camp to investigate are, so I was the one who stayed behind to keep the light burning. Needless to say I encountered Aliens all by my lonesome. These were of an interesting design, with luminescent skin and a lot of tenticles. I think at the very beginning of the dream/movie, I encountered the queen alien, which started this whole thing. She had weird bug eyes, and screeched a lot before vanishing into the dark with a flourish.
I think it was leaning towards it being a kind of Jeepers Creepers 2 kinda deal, where one character has a semi-psychic connection to either the victims or the creatures themselves. Well, that could be more Alien: Ressurection, but you know what I mean.

I'd gone to bed with one of those awful headaches that you know will go away if you could just pass out for long enough, so that could have had something to do with it.

Wow

Aug. 27th, 2008 04:35 pm
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Travel)
My laptop is finally named.

HAL.

It said, 'Good morning, Dave,' when I start it up.

Does anybody else think that I'm maybe tempting fate, here?
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Blind Mag)
I cannot stop watching the Repo! trailer.

I keep hoping that this time it won't give me chills.
I keep hoping that this time Anthony Stewart Head won't make me claw at my screen.

I. Uh. HE IS OLDER THAN MY FATHER. WHAT IS THIS?!

I CAN NEVER WATCH BUFFY WITH A PURE MIND. EVER. AGAIN.

::buries head in arms and sobs::

i am so confuuuuuuuuuuused...

IS IT NOVEMBER YET?!
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Smirk)
Hey guys. You know how I'm all 'Soopernatrl is the bestest', right?

Well something occured to me.

Edward. Not fucking Cullen, but Edward from the Anita Blake books. Death. Him?

Is a fucking hunter.

YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE.

THERE IS PROOF
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (TIMMY IS FUCKING HUGE)
So.

Self: Hey, Pandora's throwing out some Finnish fantasy metal. Its actually pretty neat.
Inner Self: Dude. Finnish. Fantasy. Metal. You're morphing into the worst stereotype known to man.
Self: The kind with a lot of hair?
Inner Self: No- Well, wait, yeah, but you'll die alone with all of your hair.
Self: ... beats cats, I guess.

Anybody seen Moonstruck? I love that movie. It won an Oscar, and I still respect it in the morning! Cher and Nick Cage, yo.
Do it.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Cigarette)
Hello, LJ. You are my friend.

I'm fucking hungry, and I lolz'ed.

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The end.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (YUSS!)
House. Season 2. Episode 10. Chase.

Is wearing the most black, leather, and studded watch I have ever seen outside of a fetish shop, and yes, I've seen one.

... Am I reading too much into this?

NOPE.
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'You know how some people say that 'May your life be interesting' is a curse?'

'Yeah.'

'Fuck those people. Wanna have an adventure?'


That is my personal quote for the moment. And probably for evermore until something newer and cooler comes along, stealing my affections. I'm shallow like that.

In other news, House. My love for you cannot be textually rendured without a lot of buttonmashing. And its been raining a lot recently, so that would probably give me carpal tunnel.

No, wait, I'm lying. I got carpal tunnel from jerking off too much. God, you guys'll believe anything.

And on the note of real life, I've only had one cup of tea today. Tommorrow I'm going to daytrip to Clermont-Ferrand, the biggest town of this region. Hopefully while there I can find earphones that have a volume control set into them, because the 'volume down' button on my mp3 player has literally disconnected itself from... you know, reality. So I'm doin' the CD player thing until another option presents itself.
And in three days I will be packed (I hope), and ready to sit pretty in Paris, waiting for my flight. In four days, I will be on a plane. In five days, I will still be on a plane, but the destination will be in sight.

Heres hoping, right?

MINE

Jun. 4th, 2008 07:13 pm
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Cigarette)
I want Mountain Dew. For breakfast. But also right now. I want a serious caffiene binge, to be so hyped up on it that I can't sit still for hours. And I want brownies to go with it. Not cookies, not cake, not pie, not even candy.

Well... maybe candy.

But definately brownies.

Remember the Mountian Dew Livewire (Limewire, Firewire, whatthefuckever) flavor? What was that shit? It was like liquid crack!

::jitters on way too much goddamn tea and naps::

Hey, guys, 2 weeks. Like, almost 2 weeks exactly until I push off on the 19th. I'm not counting down to the day I get home, because I know those last two days are gonna be long ones, and I really don't feel like dwelling on them before I have to.

But know this. When I was on my way up to Newark, I stopped in Atlanta, and for almost an hour, I ruthlessly hunted down the one Burger King in that huge-ass airport. Because I knew that I wouldn't be able to eat it again for a year.

And when I get into Atlanta? Thats gonna be me.

And if Newark has something cool like a Wendy's or a Taco Bell, that'll be me, too.

The Baconator. It can smell fear.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (MONKEYS!)
While reflecting upon the Iron Man movie, and the general hotness therein, something occured to me.

screen caps and revelations here )

In conclusion, like pie.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Passive agressive)
I want to make a YouTube video dedicated to giving men erectile dysfunction.

No, seriously! I have a plan!

So, men get hardons when they see something cool, right? Be it an explosion on Spike TV or a sexy woman giving Sean Connery a lap dance (take that as you will). So, first we need to give men their erections.

So, we have several shots of something cool, sexy, what-have-you.

AND THEN WE BREAK IT.

Frame after frame of wince-inducing, deflating PAIN. Nut-shots. Candles melting in fastforward. Nails on a chalkboard. Cut trees falling with the cry of 'TIMMMMBEEEEEEEEEER!' Dancing naked fat men (this one could be risky to my plan, but I'll take that chance).

The most horrifingly unsexy screenshots known to humankind, all in one place. The kind that make your insides shrivel and your blood flee someplace other than the Deep South.

You know it could work. Right up until YouTube banned it. WHICH MEANT THAT IT WORKED TOO WELL! WAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!

Ahahah-AHAHAHAHAAA!

::deep wheezing breathes::

Eheheheh... Ahhaaa...

::sigh::

::sips tea::

Antisocial

Apr. 15th, 2008 08:26 pm
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (What is this fuckery?)
Ever get the urge to run into your room, slam and lock the door, turn on your stereo to blast Avenged Sevenfold and dialing up your mp3 player to Metallica, and just lay there on the floor with your feet braced against the door?

Geez, I thought I'd worked past this particular brand of angst in high school.

only one way to cure this madness.

DRUGSWEBCOMICS!

Gone With the Blastwave (not updated anymore, but that doesn't really matter)




note. My plan wouldn't work because a cat ate my earphone foam. My antipersonelle device is no longer seamless! ::woe::


::Actual Coversations I Have With My Computer::

I'm a Weighted Companion Cub- DIE. IN A FIRE.

Where the fuck is my 'Z'?

I hate you. Make with the dying.

I think that flailing your arms in the air like an octopus should be a signal for something in ASL. (and that something is: askldfhjgf)


I need to go back to reality now. (noooooooooooooooo!)

i give up

Mar. 21st, 2008 07:49 pm
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Why fight it?)
::echoing thuds of multiple headdesks::


Stuckie: I had to sit through the Sound of Music for TWO FRIGGIN weeks.. bloody school shows... probably why I've cracked... lol
Stuckie: The hiiiiiills are aliiiiiive with the sound of **BANG!!** DIE YOU BASTARDS!!! **BANG!!**

Vedic: Boiling cheese = DON'T EAT

LeX|NgToN: i got a blister on the inside of my hand =/
Vagabonde: haha, from wacking off?
LeX|NgToN: Y DOES EVERYONE ASSUME THAT?!

SpaceMonkey: welp, I'll have to give it a shot after I'm through downloading concentrated satan
norse: realplayer?
SpaceMonkey: quicktime

Knightmare: Well that was a night of fear and terror.
Timork: ?
Knightmare: I bought a bag of mushrooms and a bottle of Everclear.
Knightmare: Settled down for a nice evening of mind altering psychadelia
Timork: Bad trip huh?
Knightmare: Horrible, I never want to go through it again.
Knightmare: Somewhere along the line I installed emacs.

Danny: i never had problems with any italian folks
Dr SpaZZo: I've had a problem with them grabbing me by the neck and offering me a vanilla coke


And on that note, I rec Angel fic!

Shut up, it was cool three years ago.

Resturaunt Dogs

This is actually a series (you have to scroll down to find it), starting with Chaparral, so when you're done, just keep hitting 'go on' for the next part. And the next. And the ne- yeah.

Just a warning. Once you're done, you'll wanna go out for greasy diner burgers, smoke unfiltered, and make out against a broken payphone in the back hallway leading to the bathrooms.


...

You can get anything you want, at Alice's resturanut...

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