October 18th, 2005


why yeah, I want to waste time today...

My middle name is Elizabeth!* What else do you want to know about me that you don't already know? Ask me and I'll answer in comments, unless it's too personal and then I'll flee you make up an answer.

(Is there anything left that I *haven't* told the viewing public yet?)

* ETA: Added exclamation point to convey sheer excitement of this fact!


Why did I have this in my miscellaneous e-mail folder, sent to myself?
Stoats are weasels, Bart. They don't come in cans.

It's the viscoelastic Swedish bed that makes all others obsolete!

Ten hippopotamuses roam wild among the ruins of the late drug kingpin Pablo Escobar's abandoned country home, leaving huge footprints in the mud and scaring the wits out of the local cows. -- Reuters

"It's like a gay bar, only with...demons."

"Honey, the butler's dead!"

"Sheep of the universe, rejoice."

That's the international hand symbol for gay. Or... maybe salmon.

"You're such an old-fashioned romantic, Xander. Gold Card. Jaguar. Mass murder."

Jack/Vaughn: cold, black, carved for keewick

In his elegant impeccable suit, Jack looked a bit like the Maltese Falcon, a cold, black figure with a carved stare that vowed intrigue and death; people's paths veered in an unconscious instinct to avoid him. But when Vaughn saw him, he felt his face light up from inside; the din and glare of the crowded airport faded, the late hour didn't seem late, and the rain pelting the windows was a pulse instead of a storm. In the moment Jack's eyes met his, Vaughn no longer had to hold himself aloof, and he blended into the living world again in welcome.

I admit it, I'm posting my favorite pairings.