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angelgazing) wrote2005-09-30 12:04 am
angelgazing) wrote2005-09-30 12:04 am
big damn heroes, sir
So, I just packed to go stay at my mom's for about a week.
I've got one bag of just shoes.
I'm not even kidding. I mean, eventually I'll probably toss my CD case and my phone charger and another purse in there. But right now, I've got one bag that's holding three pairs of shoes.
My god, when did I turn into such a girl? My purse has to match my outfit now? A year ago I was refusing to carry a purse. This is crazy.
RANDOMLY: Were I to, you know, write something that may or may not resemble a Gil/Catherine fic, what are the chances that I'd want to kill myself by the end of it? My word count for September is nonexistent, and I find this sad. I'm supposed to round up a quarterly sometime tomorrow, but I suspect I'll be putting it off a couple of days. Such is me.
And just so this isn't a total waste of time, a meme I'll play in for real:
When you see this on your flist, quote Firefly.
Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir.
--
And, from the transcript of Our Mrs. Reynolds:
BANDIT #1
Pardon me for intruding, but I believe y'all
carrying something of mine.
HUSBAND (JAYNE)
T'ain't your'n!
BANDIT #1
Did you think we wouldn't find out you
changed your route?
(beat)
You gonna give us what due us, and every
damn thing else on that boat. And I think maybe
you're gonna give me a little one-on-one time
with the missus.
HUSBAND (JAYNE)
Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that
last part. See, I married me a powerful
ugly creature.
(WIFE) MAL
How can you say that? How can you shame
me in front of new people?
(HUSBAND) JAYNE
If I could make you purtier, I would.
(WIFE) MAL
You are not the man I met a year ago.
Mal and Jayne suddenly draw their guns on the horsemen, Mal slowly pulling his bonnet off.
MAL
Now think real hard. You been bird-dogging
this township a while now. They wouldn't mind
a corpse of you. Now you can luxuriate in a nice
jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear
by my pretty flowered bonnet, I will end you.
::woos you all to Serenity, the Big Damn Movie::
I've got one bag of just shoes.
I'm not even kidding. I mean, eventually I'll probably toss my CD case and my phone charger and another purse in there. But right now, I've got one bag that's holding three pairs of shoes.
My god, when did I turn into such a girl? My purse has to match my outfit now? A year ago I was refusing to carry a purse. This is crazy.
RANDOMLY: Were I to, you know, write something that may or may not resemble a Gil/Catherine fic, what are the chances that I'd want to kill myself by the end of it? My word count for September is nonexistent, and I find this sad. I'm supposed to round up a quarterly sometime tomorrow, but I suspect I'll be putting it off a couple of days. Such is me.
And just so this isn't a total waste of time, a meme I'll play in for real:
When you see this on your flist, quote Firefly.
Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir.
--
And, from the transcript of Our Mrs. Reynolds:
BANDIT #1
Pardon me for intruding, but I believe y'all
carrying something of mine.
HUSBAND (JAYNE)
T'ain't your'n!
BANDIT #1
Did you think we wouldn't find out you
changed your route?
(beat)
You gonna give us what due us, and every
damn thing else on that boat. And I think maybe
you're gonna give me a little one-on-one time
with the missus.
HUSBAND (JAYNE)
Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that
last part. See, I married me a powerful
ugly creature.
(WIFE) MAL
How can you say that? How can you shame
me in front of new people?
(HUSBAND) JAYNE
If I could make you purtier, I would.
(WIFE) MAL
You are not the man I met a year ago.
Mal and Jayne suddenly draw their guns on the horsemen, Mal slowly pulling his bonnet off.
MAL
Now think real hard. You been bird-dogging
this township a while now. They wouldn't mind
a corpse of you. Now you can luxuriate in a nice
jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear
by my pretty flowered bonnet, I will end you.
::woos you all to Serenity, the Big Damn Movie::