More weirdo work ramblings from the Pit
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digitalodyssey were talking again last night. It's a bad habit that we should have been discouraged from doing at the age of two, but there you go. In any event, it got bad last night, as we talked about weird PotC/HP slash for a good half hour or so (I paired Fawkes and the monkey, but there's no way in hell or any other postal district I'm writing that fic) and definitely committed some quality blasphemy at one point. If our boss doesn't already think we were insane ... well, then, that's because he's been stealing our medication and he doesn't know what the hell is going on.
[About my brother's Shaggy-and-Scooby "peach fuzz" on his chin]
TP: He's so proud of it, and yet he looks like an eighty-year-old woman who never bothered to get electrolysis.
[Yet another conversation about the T3 slash]
DO: So, when are you writing the T3 slash?
TP: No, I'm not writing T3 slash. That was a threat, not a promise.
DO: Oh, come on! (Arnold-speak) "Let me stick my power plug into your socket, John Connor."
TP: Oh, God, I beg you to stop.
DO: What? "Please lick my diodes."
TP: Ack! *makes stabby-death motion towards eyes with gel pens*
DO: Well, what do you expect me to think? It's hot man-on-robot action! It's the toaster hitting the microwave!
[How you can tell DO flunked English lit]
(Re: LXG) TP: Oh, and Dorian Grey was just too, too cool.
DO: Oh, really? Who'd he play?
TP: I'm going to have to start making my cute work for me. Maybe I could just bat my eyelashes and get everyone I know to send me all of their pennies. Then when I roll them up and take them to the bank, and they ask me what they're for, I can say, "This is my cute tax. People pay me to be this adorable."
[Re: The Post-It note on his computer with the "I am Robbery" quote on it]
DO: This quote looks like it came out of the early draft of the Bible. Jesus: The Unruly Years. "I am Robbery!"
TP: Oh, sure. Spray-painting temples ...
DO: Organizing blackjack games outside of convents ...
TP: Pantsing priests ...
DO: Wouldn't it be derobing? Wait, what sound funnier, pantsing or derobing?
[Long pause. Then in unison ...]
TP and DO: Pantsing.
Isdigitalodyssey still yammering about bovine enemas? Never listen to a word he says, especially today. His heroin expired last Tuesday.
Also, I think I love my new icon. If two pretty guys can't be in love with me, well, damn it, they might as well be in sweet, sweet love with one another. :)
digitalodyssey were talking again last night. It's a bad habit that we should have been discouraged from doing at the age of two, but there you go. In any event, it got bad last night, as we talked about weird PotC/HP slash for a good half hour or so (I paired Fawkes and the monkey, but there's no way in hell or any other postal district I'm writing that fic) and definitely committed some quality blasphemy at one point. If our boss doesn't already think we were insane ... well, then, that's because he's been stealing our medication and he doesn't know what the hell is going on.[About my brother's Shaggy-and-Scooby "peach fuzz" on his chin]
TP: He's so proud of it, and yet he looks like an eighty-year-old woman who never bothered to get electrolysis.
[Yet another conversation about the T3 slash]
DO: So, when are you writing the T3 slash?
TP: No, I'm not writing T3 slash. That was a threat, not a promise.
DO: Oh, come on! (Arnold-speak) "Let me stick my power plug into your socket, John Connor."
TP: Oh, God, I beg you to stop.
DO: What? "Please lick my diodes."
TP: Ack! *makes stabby-death motion towards eyes with gel pens*
DO: Well, what do you expect me to think? It's hot man-on-robot action! It's the toaster hitting the microwave!
[How you can tell DO flunked English lit]
(Re: LXG) TP: Oh, and Dorian Grey was just too, too cool.
DO: Oh, really? Who'd he play?
TP: I'm going to have to start making my cute work for me. Maybe I could just bat my eyelashes and get everyone I know to send me all of their pennies. Then when I roll them up and take them to the bank, and they ask me what they're for, I can say, "This is my cute tax. People pay me to be this adorable."
[Re: The Post-It note on his computer with the "I am Robbery" quote on it]
DO: This quote looks like it came out of the early draft of the Bible. Jesus: The Unruly Years. "I am Robbery!"
TP: Oh, sure. Spray-painting temples ...
DO: Organizing blackjack games outside of convents ...
TP: Pantsing priests ...
DO: Wouldn't it be derobing? Wait, what sound funnier, pantsing or derobing?
[Long pause. Then in unison ...]
TP and DO: Pantsing.
Is
digitalodyssey still yammering about bovine enemas? Never listen to a word he says, especially today. His heroin expired last Tuesday.Also, I think I love my new icon. If two pretty guys can't be in love with me, well, damn it, they might as well be in sweet, sweet love with one another. :)
