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Wednesday, October 29th, 2003
7:15 am - For anyone who hasn't realized this...
I have moved to immortalpsyche. Thank you for your time, and have a wonderful day :)

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Monday, July 7th, 2003
8:18 pm - Short Fiction...
Reposting this... Publicly


Spycraft:
Focáil Leat
Note to Readers: That's my Working Title..... it's Gaelic for "Fuck Off"
Chapter 1


Arianna “Nihilist” Connolly was drunk when the call came. Not drunk in the way that typically preceded carousing and debauchery, but in the sort of way that made one deeply philosophical. In fact, she was convinced that she was mere moments away from determining the true meaning of life when a telltale vibrating came from her back pocket.

“Focáil leat!” She exclaimed, catching only the bartender of the Irish pub by surprise. Two things stunned the bartender: the severity of the Gaelic swear word, and the fact that it was emitted by a lithe, red-headed young woman, who looked like she’d be more at home in a Catholic School somewhere than in a bar. Arianna fixed him with a look, green eyes flashing, as if she dared him to correct her, but so few of the bars supposedly Irish patrons actually spoke Gaelic that no one was disturbed by the outburst. The cell phone continued to buzz at her, despite her attempt at ignorance, and sighing, she flipped it open. “Connolly.” She stated in greeting. She was on vacation. A very well deserved vacation at that. After the sort of messes she’d been cleaning up recently, she deserved more than just some stinking vacation. Considering the fact that her parents were dead, and that she had no real friends the only people that called her were Chronosceptre operatives. Who most definitely, she decided, were violating the terms of her vacation.

“Nihilist.” The voice on the other end of the phone stated. She recognized the voice as that of a minor Basement operative whose name wasn’t worth remembering. “We need you back in HQ as soon as possible. There’s been an…accident.”

“What form of accident?” She asked, trying to keep her tone even and not swear at the twit on the other end of the phone, but she knew that her concern over the details was useless. Cell phones were finicky, and easy to trace, descramble and hack, so they’d never give her information over such an unsecured channel.

“You will be advised upon arrival. A flight has been booked leaving Dulles in approximately 1 hour. I’ll have a car waiting for you.” The other agent stated, seeming smug. He knew she was on vacation. She was sure of it.

“Johnson!” She exclaimed, suddenly remembering his name. “Don’t you do this to me you sick son of a…”

“See you when you get in Nihilist. Johnson out.” The call was ended from the other end of the line, and Arianna sighed. She was far too inebriated to deal with the hassle of cleaning up other people’s mistakes at the moment. But as soon as she thought this, she realized that the news of action had abruptly sobered her up. She stood, slammed the rest of a shot of Irish Whiskey, grabbed her coat, and threw a tip to the bartender.

As she flagged down a taxi, she recalled a conversation she had had with another agent when she had first started cleaning house for Chronosceptre. Agent Smith, a Sniper of sorts as she recalled him, had pulled her aside after a mission, when she had arrived to dispose of a few dead bodies, a large weapons cache, and oh yeah, there was the rather large crater that she’d need to fill in from god only knows what sort of man-portable ordinance detonation. She didn’t ask. She never asked about the things she cleaned up because more often than not the problem could be handled in a far less noisy manner.

“So why do you do it?” He had asked her, as she spray-painted icons from local gangs on the walls of the abandoned warehouse.

She had raised her eyebrow, eying him with some amount of confusion. “The spray painting?” She asked, not fully understanding what he meant.

“No, why do the clean up? Why miss out on all the action.” He had pryed.

No one had ever really asked her this before. She was proud of the answer she made up on the spot.

“Because I was running with the IRA until about a year ago. We were Catholic, so naturally we thought we were in the right no matter who died in the street. It was a holy war, they told me. But so were the crusades.” Connolly opened a packet of fake blood and began tracing more gang emblems on the wall. The sicker the murderer, the less people asked questions. “But you might say I’ve grown in my faith…and this seemed the best way to atone. In a way, I’m cleaning up after myself.”

Coming back to reality, Arianna sighed, resting her head on the window of the taxicab. It was raining – did it always rain in DC? It sure seemed that way recently. The rain was oddly appropriate for her current mood. C’mon God, I’m repenting for my sins, where the hell are you? She thought to herself. But as always, there was no answer, no divine wisdom, nothing. If that wasn’t proof that he didn’t exist then the IRA definitely was. Hell, maybe she was the one who didn’t exist. It was all perspective, she had realized at some point.

She had gone to Washington to follow a lead. Rumor had it her mother was working in DC, but those rumors seemed to be unsubstantiated. All she’d found in DC was rain and corrupt politicians. Her search for self, divinity or whatever the hell she’d been searching for had failed once more. She realized her hands were clenched unnecessarily tight on the door handle, and tried to relax. Who could have screwed up bad enough for them to call her in?

The taxi pulled up to Dulles International Airport, and Arianna frowned. Paying the driver, she headed towards the inevitable. Sheer force of habit made her study everyone she passed. She was looking for anyone who looked out of place, or just downright suspicious, but she quickly realized that since she carried no luggage, and her eyes darted about rapidly, that she was the most suspicious looking character in the place. Not good. She was one of the ones who was supposed to avoid detection. She closed her eyes, weaving herself into the crowd of people. I’m not here, you don’t notice me. It had become her mantra recently. Avoid detection at all costs, even when it wasn’t important. She continued in such a fashion as she made her way toward the ticket line.

She produced a convincing fake ID from her back pocket, and handed it to the ticket agent. She just hoped that some moron in the Travel department hadn’t mistakenly registered the tickets in her real name again. “Kathryn Shaughnessy” She stated, adopting a thick Irish brogue. Kathryn Shaughnessy, one of her pseudonyms, was an Irish diplomat. Considering her prior source of employment, that seemed rather ironic to her. Mere years before she was killing diplomats.

“Ticket for one to LAX?” The ticket agent asked. Connolly nodded. “Any carry-ons?” She shook her head. “Have a nice flight!” The ticket agent said brightly.

Connolly faked a smile, but as she turned, muttered an expletive under her breath. It must be nice to be ignorant. She thought to herself. If Ignorance was bliss, then she figured she had to be one of the more aware people in this world. She found a seat, grabbed a newspaper, and sat, skimming the headlines in boredom. She strategically eavesdropped on people about her, but learned nothing of interest from the conversations. Just a bunch of people sick of the weather in Maryland.

The flight to LA was uneventful at best. Arianna slept, ignoring the attendants who were trying to be “helpful”. Why they considered it helpful to interupt her rest every 15 minutes was beyond her. Ordinarily she wouldn't have minded the offers of alcoholic beverages, but one of the Corporation's policies stated she couldn't drink while on duty. Upon landing, she was approached by a man in a suit, whose manner was disturbing at best.

“A... I mean Kathryn Shaughnessy?” He asked. She raised an eyebrow. So this was the promised ride. She thought for a moment that perhaps she’d be better off walking, but realized that that was not necessarily a prudent idea. Instead, she simply nodded, deciding that it would be an exercise in patience if she could successfully deal with him without too many casualties in the process.

He led her to the car – a limousine with diplomat tags. At least someone was paying attention to details. She just hoped that her companion was more adept behind the wheel than with his social skills. He got behind the wheel, and advised her to hold on before peeling out of the parking garage. Oh, that’s why I hate wheelmen again, no appreciation for remaining unnoticed. “Don’t make me clean you up, grease spot.” She warned. Newbies.

“Um…. Terribly sorry, ma’am. Believe it or not, I do have the deepest appreciation for what you do. It’s a great honor…”

“Please stop talking.”

“My apologies, ma’am,” He replied feebly.

“Call me ma’am again and I’ll give you a reason.” She then located the button that conveniently rolled up the glass separating passenger cabin from driver. Connolly leaned back, looking at the scenery pass by her window. She noted that their path was winding, in case anyone was tailing them. She had to give her driver credit for that, if nothing else. They weaved around for some time before finally reaching their destination, and Arianna exited the vehicle before it had come to a full stop.

Arianna entered the elevator, and realizing her driver intended to ride up with her, pounded the close door button. Some people just didn’t get hints, did they? A feeling of apprehension began to grow within her – she had no idea what sort of accident would be big enough to waste airfare for her back to HQ when there were plenty of half decent Cleaners on premise. Somebody must’ve screwed up – big time. The elevator doors opened at her destination, and Agent Johnson stood waiting for her.

“I heard you had arrived. Davis is waiting for your attendance in his office,” He explained.

“That bad?” She queried.

“Worse.” He turned, leading the way to Carl Davis’ office. “From what I understand, someone made a major faux pas,” He paused momentarily, but continued on to prevent her from interrupting. “Listen, I know what you’re thinking – ‘What else is new’ – but this is bad. Very bad.”

Bad enough, in fact, that Carl Davis was not just waiting for Arianna, he was pacing back and forth outside his own office. “Nihilist.” He greeted, before gesturing for her to enter his office and take a seat.

Davis sighed. It seemed to Connolly that he had no idea where to begin. “We’ve got a situation…”

Arianna sighed. “Who was it this time? Let me guess, Belushi was involved?” Davis neither confirmed nor denied the statement. “Miller?”

“Well...” he seemed afraid to answer her query.

Arianna’s heart sank. “That’s impossible! I thought we took care of this! Belushi is in New York, and Miller is a good boy who confines his disasters to LA!” Arianna felt like bashing her head against the wall. It was certainly more productive than what she normally did in these situations. No matter how many times she’d advised her superiors to hire people who didn’t sacrifice millions in civilian property, she’d always been ignored. And now this. She could handle Miller, and besides, he was new. She could handle Belushi because he was a cop and rarely required Corporate help unless the fire couldn’t be put out manually. The thought of them together anywhere was the kind of thought that motivated her to drink. “So what’s the damage?”

“One city block,” was the response.

Arianna was struck by a sudden moment of passiveness. “Oh. A city block.” She stated, her tone unnaturally calm as she stood and paced the room. “You want me to completely rebuild an entire city block!?!” She erupted. “What do I look like, Jesus Christ? No, wait a second, Jesus only had to WALK ON WATER not deal with shit like this!!” She slammed a fist down on Davis’ desk. “This has got to stop.” She stated through clenched teeth.

“It was an accident...” Davis began to explain.

“It’s always an accident!” She replied. “So where was it?”

“New York.”

“Great. That makes it ten times better. There have got to be hundreds of witnesses. She lapsed into thought, trying to figure exactly how she was going to pull this one off.” She snapped her fingers. “What’s Tomlin up to?” She asked. There was no way she was going to make people think that absolutely nothing happened there, and too many people would have to be killed to keep it under wraps.

Davis frowned. “I don’t think anything at the moment.”

Arianna fought the urge to monopolize on Davis’ poor choice of wording with a snide comment, but continued on. “Alright, grab him a camera crew, and let’s see if we can convince these people we’re shooting a movie. He can decide to “ditch the footage” later.” Anyone who was familiar with Arianna, or even Tomlin for that matter, knew how many times Tomlin has pissed her off. He owed her enough favors that some one once joked that if she were the Mafia, he’d be in a river somewhere with cement blocks for anklets.

Davis chuckled. “Tomlin help you out? That’s an unusual change of pace. I thought you two hated one another?”

“That’s an understatement, and you should know that,” she stated, sitting down once more in front of Davis’ desk and steepling her fingers. “You see, Tomlin makes a lot of… how shall I put it… noise. He makes it very difficult for me to keep your dirty little secrets hidden.” She shot a significant look at Davis. “But then again, that’s more your problem than mine.”

She didn’t wait until he dismissed her. In her mind, the conversation was over, so it was time for her to leave.

“Nihilist!” Davis stated, his tone reprimanding.

Arianna turned, fixing him with the sternest glare she could summon up. “Yes?” She asked, one hand still poised above the door handle.

“Your flight to New York leaves in two hours. I’ll have Tomlin grab his Wheelman and meet you at the airport.”

Arianna cringed. She hated wheelmen with a passion akin to when someone had the gall to steal her liquor. Or confuse her with a Scot. Cutting off yet another biting retort, she exited the office, slamming the door behind her. Great. Just great. What a vacation.


current mood: creative

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Sunday, June 29th, 2003
8:22 am - *squeals in delight*
OMG.... found a nice site that sells chain mail jewelry... All I've gotta say is, I can't wait til I get money, this stuff is awesome. Here are some links, there are a *lot* but this stuff's really awesome (nudity warning on some pics):

Waist Chain: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=P20&ProductImage=amirblt.jpg&

Crystalweave Belt: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=P27&ProductImage=crysbltcls.jpg&

Hematite Belt: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=H50

Bajoran-ish Earring: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=J15

Rennaisance Necklace: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=K10

Spider Necklace: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=J50 (I like this, looks like something a Drow would wear).

Raven Slave Bracelet: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=P32

I really, really, really like some of their anklets...

Locking Anklet: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=G90

Slave Anklet: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=E22

Spiked Slave Anklet: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=R50


Oooh.... Fetish wear as well:

Harem Chains: http://www.sblades.com/haremchains.php

http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=K40&ProductImage=z_ravnset.jpg

Street Legal Chainmail Bras: http://www.sblades.com/bikinis.php and G-strings: http://www.sblades.com/gstrg.php

This is awesome: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=K60 (nudity warning)

Hm.... kinky: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=D97

Ditto: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=D92

This site is totally awesome...

A nifty RP survey I found:
Name: Erin
Years Roleplaying: 5
Favourite three characters? Anaria (DnD), Xeiram (DEW), Lafiel (Goldrider, Weyr fell through)
Least favourite character? T'men (Weyr fell through)
Male or female characters? Irrelevent
Oldest character? Anaria
Newest character? Adora (RCW)
Most popular character? Xeiram
Character you've never played but would like to? A truly evil villain, not just a horny, misunderstood brownrider

Would you ever/Have you ever
... Play a prostitute? Yes/Yes
... Play a musician? Yes/Yes
... Play an actor? Yes/No
... Play a homosexual? Yes/Yes
... Play a pedophile? No/No
... Play a politician? Yes/Yes
... Create a character for the sole purpose of smut? Hm.... I'm going to say no, most of my characters existed before they were smutted.

~Marie

PS: This Really, really, really, really, really scared me....: http://www.sblades.com/product_detail.php?ProductID=M20

current mood: naughty

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Tuesday, June 24th, 2003
6:15 am - *sighs*
So I hate hospitals. It seems like the only time you're there is when someone is injured, and generally speaking that someone is myself.

So anyway, Jay and I come home from school yesterday, and everything's going wonderfully. We come home, have a 3 hour nap, wake up, and decide to run to the mall and meet with Eric from Film Club. I decide to run to the bathroom prior to us leaving. Now anyone that's not been over Jay's house is unaware that the basement is built for short people. I have to duck when entering the room, and I'm 5'6". Well, in my hurry, and because I was concentrating on other things, I ducked my head a little, but not nearly enough. Result: I slammed head first into the door frame, falling semi-stunned onto the ground.

I realized upon standing I was dizzy and light-headed, but I figured it was because I hadn't eaten all day. So I drove Jay to the mall (I believe for the life of me I can't remember anything between me landing on the floor, and me arriving at the mall. It was great, I forgot where I parked :P). We waited for Eric for a bit, then got lunch, and met Eric at Borders. Then I noticed the dizziness and lightheadedness had not faded, instead I was getting steadily more nauseous, and my head and neck were hurting something fierce.

Being at Borders, I checked the Medical book section, and look up concussion. I was pretty sure I had one, just wasn't sure it required medical attention. The book stated: "Seek Emergency Attention Immediately". Great. Fortunately Eric was available to drive me there, since I was in no mood to drive to the hospital (even though it's a block from the mall, I didn't want to have to find parking, and walk there).

So we get there, I fill out my name, we sit there for 2.5 hours. In this time my parents had gotten there. They call me to the Triage unit, give me a little bracelet, and send me out to wait for another hour. Jay's parents get there just as I'm being called back. I get my own little room, and start watching Power Puff Girls.

So the doctor comes in, dialates my eyes, and makes me stand up with my eyes closed (I was rocking so bad, it's funny in aftersight) then tells me most likely concussion. Weehee. I could have to,ld him that, but you need to go to the hospital so they can decide that nothing worse is wrong with you. So they told me to stay monitored for 24 hours, if it gets worse, contact a neurologist. It was great fun, my parents had to wake me up every 4 hours last night and make sure I was cognitive. But who is cognitive at 2am in the morning, I ask?

Yippee Skippy. So now Jay's suggesting that I wear a bicycle helmet while at his house since I'm accident prone...

~Erin

current mood: sore

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Monday, June 23rd, 2003
2:10 pm - Blah...
You are Red
What color are you? (Anime Pictures)

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Saturday, June 21st, 2003
9:01 am - A Quick Joke...
Q: What do Cher and the State of Maryland have in common?
A: Neither one is fucking Sunny! (Sonny)

*sigh* And so the rains continue. I feel like I moved to Seattle without noticing...

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Sunday, June 15th, 2003
9:51 pm - More Purity
Here is the result of your 1000 Point Purity Test.
You answered "yes" to 224 of 1000 questions, making you 77.6% sexually pure (22.4% sexually corrupt); that is, you are 77.6% pure in the sex domain.
Your Weirdness Factor (AKA Uniqueness Factor) is 26%, based on a comparison of your test results with 49021 other submissions for this test.

The average purity for this test is 72.5%.
The first submission for this test was received March 6, 1996.

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Tuesday, June 10th, 2003
7:55 am - More E-Quizes
turquoise
You have turquoise hair. You are very creative and
free-spirited. You are incredibly unique, and
never seem to like the same thing as the next
person. You often spot new trends before anyone
else does, but whether or not you follow is
entirely up to you.


What is your inner anime hair color?
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Sunday, June 8th, 2003
7:13 am - Interesting...
DisorderRating
Paranoid:Low
Schizoid:Low
Schizotypal:Low
Antisocial:Low
Borderline:Low
Histrionic:High
Narcissistic:Low
Avoidant:Low
Dependent:Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:Low

-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --




I think that came out rather uneventfully... I mean, I really didn't need a test to tell me taht I liked having attention. Although generally speaking, I don't fake sick. I HATE being sick. And I try not to be too manipulateive either... Oh well...

~Erin

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Saturday, June 7th, 2003
7:49 am - Hmm....
Ali took this, so I felt compelled to do so as well...


Your Ultimate Purity Score Is...
CategoryYour Score Average
Self-Lovin'46.7%
When I think about you - or anyone - I touch myself
63.9%
Shamelessness71.4%
It takes a couple of drinks
78.6%
Sex Drive 92.1%
The Pope is envious
76.8%
Straightness25%
Done the nasty, but not creatively
43.3%
Gayness 98.2%
Repressed, are we?
82.2%
Fucking Sick88.5%
Refreshingly normal
89.3%
You are 68.54% pure
Average Score: 71.6%

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Tuesday, June 3rd, 2003
9:26 am - Nifty!
Found a cool DnD 3rd Edition Character Generator online.... It's entirely HTML based.... - http://www.darkveil.org/stchar.html

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Wednesday, May 21st, 2003
8:34 am - *confusion*
Okay... so last time I checked, the boyfriend/girlfriend relationship conveys some sort of exclusiveness. I don't think I'm alone in this conception, as Jay seems to believe in it as well...

So why, as of late, are people making out with/kissing/giving hickeys to people they are not in relationships with? Is there some change in the definitions of words like loyalty, exclusivity and dating? Or am I just old fashioned? And it's one thing if one person is cheating, but if the other person is accepting this, then perhaps there isn't a strong connection involved in the relationship. I mean, I've seen cheating before, but this epidemic of randomly fooling around with everyone willing is a little absurd, if not outrightly disgusting...

Reality Check: It's still cheating if the person your fooling around with is of the same sex. We're not talking legal definitions of adultery here, we're talking about disturbing what can, at times, be a tenuous connection. Perhaps if you cannot commit to one person then you are not mature enough to be in a relationship.

I'm not without sin on this matter. I admit, I've cheated before. But that was what made me realize that if I could, in my heart, condone those actions then I wasn't truly in love with the person I was with.

~Erin

PS: As an afterthought, everyone go to http://www.launch.com and listen to Daniel Bedingfield's "If You're Not the One" or at least get the lyrics online.

current mood: confused

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Tuesday, May 20th, 2003
1:19 pm - I have a goal in life!!!
So Kevin and I were having a discussion today, and I made some silly comment about wanting to major in Gaming. Perhaps my focus would be Role Playing Games.

And Then it Hit Me...

So I went online, and I tried to find a college in the US, or elsewhere that had a major in Gaming. Sadly enough, the closest thing I could find was "Educational Toys Major".

What? No majors relating to Gaming?!?!

So I whined at Kevin unproductively for several minutes, and then came up with an idea. And now, I have decided what my goal in life is.

To create: The University of Gaming. Not just computer gaming, but Pencil and paper, Board Games, Card games, any type of Gaming whatsoever. So I told Kevin this, and after we gasped at my genius for several moments we decided that at some point, we must beg the American government for money to support our project.

Sure, we'd have to pay them back in 20 years, but Gamers everywhere will be struggling to get into our uber-university. We'll teach gaming concepts, game creation, and for computer games we'd offer game programming.

We will train the future game creators of the world. Games will (hopefully) stop sucking.

~Erin

current mood: accomplished

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Monday, May 19th, 2003
8:10 pm - Quote of the Day
Jay: Sorry, I'm i113373r473 (il1337erate/il-leet-erate for non-1337 peeps out there).
Erin: I think you just invented a word (This may indeed have been a word prior.... oh well. Google didn't return anything).

So it's over. The exams, I mean. I'm very thankful for that. Normalcy may return to my life! I am kind of annoyed that this means there are certain individuals that I may not see for a while, or maybe even ever again... which is disheartening, but with all the chaos I've seen this semester (and weird makeout sessions I saw today) perhaps this is a good thing.

Oh well. We can only hope that some good movie comes out this summer and washes the bad taste of the Matrix 2 our of our collective mouths. I'm considering seeing Memento since everyone says it's a good movie to redeem my faith in Carrie-Anne Moss' acting ability. Actually - I'm sure she has plenty of acting ability, she's just acting to a shitty script. And she's not quite as weird looking with normal hair. Go fig.

Oh well, I must email my Lit Final...

~Erin

PS: Last I checked, Jay and I were not engaged. Nor is this situation going to change any time soon to my knowledge... Married people don't have as much fun, we're gonna live it up for a decent while, or until we find a way to make the process fun :)Just figured I'd address that rumor.

current mood: chipper

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Thursday, May 15th, 2003
5:16 am - I feel violated...
"I've got that feeling like something was missing,
What about that feeling like something is wrong"

CAUTION: Matrix 2 Spoilers Ahead

Yes, I too saw that sacrilege they are passing off as the Matrix 2. And unfortunately, I'll have to see it again. If I could do one thing, any thing, to this movie, what would I do to improve it?

Remove it from existance.

About a half hour or so into the movie, I knew it was going downhill, and it would take a miracle to stop it's downward spiral.

I suppose miracles don't happen.

I don't have any concrete idea when the movie started to let me down.... I call this entry a spoiler, but nothing short of Showgirls has ever blown this bad. It started in either the scene with the guy in white, or the pathethetic excuse for a sex scene...

Now don't get me wrong. I've been quoting for years that Keanu would be a damn fine man if he had a brain. Nice body, nice face, pretty damn sexy specimen. And then I saw him half naked, and for some reason got nothing out of it. Jesus, I was more enthralled by the Pierce Brosnan sex scene in "The Thomas Crown Affair" and I'm really not attracted to him (although he's a good actor). It was just long, and there was no chemistry between the actors and too long and ew, there's two asses I didn't need to see in the buff. This scene completed with Neo randomly stopping, and Trinity asking what was wrong. I made some comment to the extent of "Trinity, my dick. It's so much bigger in the Matrix!" in my best fake Keanu accent (which blows). I think that comment was the best thing about the movie.

It seemed like someone wrote the "plot" (henceforward, plot will be in quotations to insinuate the fact that it was a poser plot) and then realized "Hey, there are a ton of scenes that are really boring, let's put random huge, overdone, underdramatic fight scenes in to keep people interested." Hell, they even used the Showgirls strategy: "When your audience gets bored, simply infuse them with your actors nude bodies in a tasteless, non-artistic manner."

Like I told Jay and several of his friends after this movie ended: "I've seen successful Baltimore street hookers that blew less dick than this movie."

Indeed.

~Erin

current mood: apathetic

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Monday, May 12th, 2003
3:26 pm - Nation States....
Not sure if anyone plays Nation States.... but I now have a nation - The Queendom of Pseudodragonus.

http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/target=display_nation/nation=pseudodraconus

current mood: accomplished

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Sunday, May 11th, 2003
2:43 pm - LMAO...
A good spanish pickup line:

¡Qué Horror! ¡No Tengo mi Pene! ¿Puedo usar el tuyo?

What Horror! I don't have my penis! Can I use yours?

~Erin

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Saturday, May 10th, 2003
7:08 pm - Seeing as I've run out of online quizzes to take...
Random Quotage!


Illegitmitatum Non Carborundum Est - Never let the bastards grind you down!

Logic is a systematic method of coming to the wrong conclusion with confidence.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.


Things to Ponder


If an anarchist group attained political power, would they by principle have to dissolve their own government?

Why is the name of the phobia for the fear of long words Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?

If you mated a bull dog and a shitsu, would it be called a bullshit?

Why do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front?

If Milli Vanilli fell in the woods, would someone else make a sound ?

Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink what ever comes out"?

If Practice makes perfect, and nobody's perfect, then why practice?

Why do they call it "getting your dog fixed" if afterwards it doesn't work anymore?

If masochists like to torture themselves, wouldn't they do it best by not torturing themselves? and if so, aren't we all masochist?

Is a man full of wonder a wonderful man?

If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

If Barbie is so popular, then why do you have to buy her friends?

Why does Donald Duck wear a towel when he comes out of the shower, when he doesn't usually wear any pants?

Why do they call it an asteroid when its outside the hemisphere but call it a hemorrhoid when its in your ass?

Can atheists get insurance for acts of God?

Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?

Have you ever thought what life would be like if your name was Anonymous? You'd get credit for everything nobody wanted credit for? (Hm, if I ever feel like being evil while naming my children….)

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Never put off till tomorrow what you can avoid all together.

Reality is a nice place, but I wouldn't want to live there.

current mood: amused

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5:18 pm - Finally Done!
Finally completed all the essays, projects etc. that I have to.... except for the one that I get on Monday. Bored as hell at home ATM, just got done having a conversation with Chaela (ques_nova) about three-somes. *sweatdrop* Why precisely is it that everyone (including quizilla.com) seems to think I should practice.... erm.... alternative sexual lifestyles? Although by asking that question, the follow up would have to be "Well, why am I straight? How did I turn out like this if everyone thinks my manner betrays me?"

Quizilla just solidified this amusement...


Utena


Which Utena girl are you?
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Oh well, perhaps that's why I date pretty long haired boys.... That and Mixmasters are ineffective.

~Erin

current mood: contemplative

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Thursday, May 8th, 2003
3:34 pm - Isn't it Ironic?
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)High

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

current mood: amused

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