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It's the hormones! Blame the hormones! They're Canadian!
(Melle; MSM)

Keith Richards is the #1 drug company in the world.
(Tris; LJ)

Melle: "Underware", the underwear for hackerz. <g>
Tri: But act fast, hackerdudes, because only the l33t hackerz wear the Underware!
Tri: And script kiddies wear Underwarez.
(Melle, Tri; Y!M)

But there's a line even sick fucks won't cross, and that line is called Lol Tolhurst.
(Zarya; IRC)

Melle lives. Crankily.
(Tavella; IRC)

Ang: Okay. The fic I wrote is about the unobtainable, wanting it, knowing it's best to only want the unobtainable, and Clark Kent's lack of a sex life for important reasons. Ideas for a title?
Melle: 'Why Superman Can't Get Any'?
(In which Melle is a smartass; IRC)

Melle: Help? My brain is rebelling. It's packing, claiming it's going to "Hit the road and drive forever." I blame Dylan.
Zarya: *snickers* Yeah, Dylan'll do that. (Does it say where it's driving to? <g>)
Melle: Route 66. Sigh. My brain is Dennis Hopper!
(MSM conversation)

It's the whole "I'm an innocent little boy. No, really. Here, let me lick you to orgasm and prove it." thing.
(Melle, re: why the mental image of Owen going down on girl!Becks is hot; MSM)

[The Game]'s all about Draco and Harry being forced together by an act of god (well, an act of Ron, but that's a long story) and stuff.
(Melle; MSM)

Oh, and Mr Referee Who Waved Wilmots' Goal? I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! (Well, no, I don't, but I'm almost motivated enough to find out. Bitch.)
(Melle; LJ)

I felt something in my groin with a couple of minutes left.
(Michael Owen)

Is it just me, or does Ronaldinho look like the illigitmate child of Chris Rock and Howie D?
(Dazz; LJ comment)

Dude, what's with the impalement?
(Amy; LJ)

Anyone up for drunk ping-pong?
(Sam; LJ)

I wish life was a barrel of monkeys. 'Cause then you would have a barrel. And monkeys. AT THE SAME TIME!
(Kate; LJ comment)

Hm, it appears I've quoted myself rather a lot in this batch. Ah, well. If I can't poke fun at myself, or something.

I'm updating a whole lot of my site, which of course is down atm, so I can't upload anything. I'm thinking of switching to XML, which will be a pain, I'm sure, but after that it'll make my life a lot easier.

I'm also thinking about a better way to organise the RS-X Archive, about which I've posted in archivistas. The gist of it would be that, provided I get it to actually work, the story index page would be much more versatile, with much less work for me.

I want to make an entry with Deep Thoughts on fandom, writing, my writing style, and Harry Potter, but I can't seem to grasp any of the thoughts in my head. Grr.

*poketypoke brain*

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Date: 2002-07-01 05:37 am (UTC)

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Oh, and Mr Referee Who Waved Wilmots' Goal? I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! (Well, no, I don't, but I'm almost motivated enough to find out. Bitch.)

And, let me guess, if you did know, he'd be sleeping with the fishes? (The Belgian Mafia strikes again! Its only one person, but hey, she's pissed and stuff. Watch out!)