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Noted!
"Hello! Actually, I'm not supposed to speak...damn. Can we do another take?"
~Quantum Leap~
2003-06-21
IT'S A BLATANT CLUE, INNIT?
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2003-06-03
I GIVE MY PERMISSION to turn the Excel Saga anime into a campy remake of The Wizard of Oz!
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2003-05-26
I SENSE YOU...SPACE BUTLAAAAAAAR!
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2003-05-14
Whoa, I forgot about Diaryland.
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2003-04-15
Excel!
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Oh dear, Coupling has just started. I shall have to be online for the remainder of this episode, in strict defiance of my self-set rule of going to bed at midnight. UNLESS...I can construct a ray, a ray of unimaginable power, a ray that can control TIME ITSELF and compress an entire episode of a dirtier british version of Friends into minus five minutes, so I can have enough time to hop back and brush my teeth before knocking myself out with the Smeg Hammer. Leave it to a small wooden mallet stained green through years of devoted service employed in loosening up underpants to utterly remove all semblance of consciousness from an otherwise caffiene-hyped individual.
I often wonder, if I start doing crack, will I become normal? It's like Excel.
But anyway. It's the first episode of Coupling again! I love Jeff, out of all of them. He is a philosopher, a man of great wisdom in the tumultuous world of intersexual relationships (or should that be intrasexual relationships...?). He is also amazingly interested in such simple things as the word 'Naked' and saying dirty things to foreign women.
Oh my god.
I am Jeff, and he is me.
I have passed the test. I will retire to the west and remain...insane.
HAIL, LORD ILPALAZZO~! He is like figs of the heart! Dynamite-palazzo! WHAT A GUY!
People are horrendously afraid of dirt. The Swiffer and Lysol ads capitalize on this. Capitalistic bastards, perpetuating the horrible system of horribility that is by it's very horrible nature horribly invented to be horrible at things through a horribly precise system of horribility. WITH HORRIBLE BELLS ON.
I'm going to SuperTarget tommorrow to pick up UberDealxorz. Hopefully, I can grab some coconuts. Um. Not like that.
I'm sleepy. Off I go. Goodnight!
~AYRN
P.S. "I am leaving immediately for Nepal, where I intend to live as a goat." - Blackadder (from Blackadder the Third)
BEBOP si teh PIE. If it si not teh PIE, it si at least teh TIRAMISU.
I wish they wouldn't pepper otherwise legitimate ModeratelyOldSkewl games with crappy random voice acting. Castlevania is joy, though. HoD is like SotN.
Symphony of the Night. Reminds me of Rocky Horror Picture Show. We-ird.
I am allergic to MTV. My roomie plays it constantly, and it seems the only thing that's on it is either "Smack My Crack Ho Bitch Yo Mutha Fucka" by Fuck 2 Da Speeling Yo Mastah Bustah Rhymin Doggy Icy Tea Shit Yo Gangsta Mutha Fucka Ho, or it's that one by J-Lo about being underneath it all.
DVD Screenshots are real easy, but you need something like...the program I forgot, sorry. Tune in next time.
Shakira seems to be the unquestionable queen of jiggling. I don't know why. She looks as if she's being eletrocuted or something. It's highly amusing. I'm waiting for her bottom to fall off.
Fear not, Ryo-Ohki, your diary is at least not The Suck.
