a little bit of nothing

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me!"
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on...

angiescully

"You can mess with me - but leave my kid out of it."

Welcome to my lj, my newfound buddiesown_the_sky (*bows to thy epic icon-making skillz*) andoutintherain! Hope you've got your seatbelts fastened; it's going to be an insanely bumpy ride. :D

And for my other flisters, it's going to be the same insanely bumpy ride you've all undertaken so many times before. Heh.

I've been reading BagEnders - for all you psycho LotR fans who don't mind crackfic, GO READ IT. It'll make you double over laughing. Seriously. What's not to love about the Fellowship in the houseshare from hell? Kinda makes me want to write a drabble of life on Earth v.2, with immortal BSG characters all stuck in the same hous. Starring Colonel Tigh as Gandalf, Adama and Roslin as Aragorn and Legolas (kinda shows you how slashy BagEnders got), Starbuck and Leemo as Merry and Pippin (ditto), Billy as Boromir, Chief as Gimli, and I guess Gaius as Frodo, suffering from Post-Tool Of God Syndrome and still seeing Head!Six all over the place as he tries to cook dinner and act all housewifey over everyone else.

I'd totally see them reminescing over dinner about how we've progressed/recessed, complete with stories about Adama being in the US navy as an Admiral, how they all fought in the Civil War except for Roslin, who went to live with the Sioux/Comanche (total Dances With Wolves reference there), how, before that, how Gaius made a total fool of himself in Ancient Rome... :P

Anyways, I'm going to cut off my rambling. Why?

Cause I'm going CAMPING. Again. In the friggin' desert. There's no sense of temperature in this, is there?

Of course, there probably won't be intrawebz, so I'll be gone for the weekend starting Friday afternoon. I think.

But Friday's the seventeenth, so...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY (in advance), MRS. F!
(and a happy belated birthday to julyflame and lil_ani and everyone else on my flist who had a birthday recently!)

I hope every single one of you birthday kids (and kids-at-heart) have a frakking awesome day! Don't eat too much cake! I ate too much ice-cream cake at my cousin's b-day party and I've renewed my hatred for whipped frosting. Especially the awful pale green sort that looks fit for Cake Wrecks. And speaking of wrecked cakes, hope you didn't have to send a photo of your cake over to that awesome blog because someone mispelled your name/mispelled "happy birthday"/had bad grammar/inappropriately decorated the cake/used incorrectly placed quotation marks/created a fugly cupcake cake (ptooey!) with four-inch thick frosting/etc.

Many happy returns! If you have requests for a sticky note doodle, don't hesitate to ask. :]
(confound it, where did I put the Doc Cottle one that I drew three months ago?)