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froodleOh, such a busy Froodle am I.
Marcus came 'round on Monday night - we had hot chocolate and I introduced him to the campy wonder that is Big Wolf on Campus. Much giggling at time-travelling Russian villians ("In future American pro wrestlers becomes governors. Is true! I am from future!"), gelatinous cubes, fire-breathing devil dogs, boybands from outer space, male pregnancy and of course, Vince. Also, I await the day somebody slashes Devon and Chad from N'sipid. "When we're alone, call me Admiral". It practically writes itself!
Yesterday Jess and I went to the new Chinese resturant that's opened near the train station - was very tasty and shall probably go again. Alan's working night shifts at the moment, so rather than have her drive back to Halifax at gone midnight and have Alan catch the morning rush-hour train home, she stayed at mine overnight. We went to a new bar called Cocoon, which was nice, being of the non-crowded, plenty of seating and no drunken morons variety. Also watched an episode of Highlander, despite Jessica's vehement protests (she Will succumb to the power of sexy Duncan, damn it. I'm not going to be the only one Fangirling him) and an episode of Firefly.
Jessica's latest scheme to make millions and avoid working ever again has taken the shape of creating a comedy sketch show based on the exploits of all the people we know. So we're sitting there in the lounge, scribbling down ideas, and Alan walks in.
Jess: Alan, help me think of something weird Catherine does.
Alan: *looks around him, taking in the rabbit pen, doll collection, comics strewn all over the floor and anime posters covering the walls* ...Is this a trick question?
Jess: Haha. Okay, you can make notes on James. That's going to be a goldmine.
Alan: Normally I could slag him off all day, but I'm just too tired.
Company is now called "The production company, for fucks sake!", based on Alan's reaction when we told him about Jess's plan.
Marcus came 'round on Monday night - we had hot chocolate and I introduced him to the campy wonder that is Big Wolf on Campus. Much giggling at time-travelling Russian villians ("In future American pro wrestlers becomes governors. Is true! I am from future!"), gelatinous cubes, fire-breathing devil dogs, boybands from outer space, male pregnancy and of course, Vince. Also, I await the day somebody slashes Devon and Chad from N'sipid. "When we're alone, call me Admiral". It practically writes itself!
Yesterday Jess and I went to the new Chinese resturant that's opened near the train station - was very tasty and shall probably go again. Alan's working night shifts at the moment, so rather than have her drive back to Halifax at gone midnight and have Alan catch the morning rush-hour train home, she stayed at mine overnight. We went to a new bar called Cocoon, which was nice, being of the non-crowded, plenty of seating and no drunken morons variety. Also watched an episode of Highlander, despite Jessica's vehement protests (she Will succumb to the power of sexy Duncan, damn it. I'm not going to be the only one Fangirling him) and an episode of Firefly.
Jessica's latest scheme to make millions and avoid working ever again has taken the shape of creating a comedy sketch show based on the exploits of all the people we know. So we're sitting there in the lounge, scribbling down ideas, and Alan walks in.
Jess: Alan, help me think of something weird Catherine does.
Alan: *looks around him, taking in the rabbit pen, doll collection, comics strewn all over the floor and anime posters covering the walls* ...Is this a trick question?
Jess: Haha. Okay, you can make notes on James. That's going to be a goldmine.
Alan: Normally I could slag him off all day, but I'm just too tired.
Company is now called "The production company, for fucks sake!", based on Alan's reaction when we told him about Jess's plan.
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Date: 2005-04-22 12:06 am (UTC)I have yet to see a single episode of Lost, and yet I faithfully watched Hetty Wainthropp back in the days when I recieved UK Old. A failure is me. I really can't imagine Billy Boyd as a scuba instructor.
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Date: 2005-04-22 12:17 am (UTC)