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| Thursday, December 24th, 2009 |
alladinsane
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11:01p |
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alladinsane
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10:48p |
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alladinsane
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11:50a |
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alladinsane
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| Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009 |
alladinsane
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11:23p |
Some holiday Music for late Xmas Eve Eve
Rudolph the Redneck Reindeer Rudolph the Redneck Reindeer smoked lucky stripes and dipped snuff and when it come to liquor he couldn't ever get enough He carried a sawed-off shotgun and always slicked back his fur. All of the other reindeers all the time called him sir. Well he lived in a double wide trailer about a mile from Santy's house. and each and every Christmas Rudolph would always get saused. Then walk down to the stable where the other reindeers would be. where he'd cuss and spit tobacco juice and punch out two or three. Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santy came down to Rudolph's trailer where Rudolph was lyin' in the bed tryin to get over last night's drunk. Then Santy Claus saw Rudolph's bed covered with liquor bottles, tobacco juice all over em, and cigarette butts all over the floor there. And he got real mad. And he said to Rudolph "You'd better get on the dadgum wagon and pull my sled tonight boy!". Now Rudolph didn't like this kind of loud talks early in the mornin ya know. So he reached over there and spit tobacco juice in the left eye of Santy Claus. Then took a liquor bottle and busted it over the bed and said "Get the hell outta here ya dadgum fat hippie!". Well, see Santy Claus didn't like that at all. I mean Rudolph commin at em with a bottle and all, ya know. Well see Santy Claus has been takin Kung Fu lessons from this Chinese elf all summer long while he didn't have nothin to do. So he takes his right hand there and slams it into Rudolph's ol face there. Just knocks him flat on the floor. Well, Rudolph the redneck reindeer had a very bloody nose. And if you ever saw it you would even say it glows. All of the other reindeers now laugh and throw back their heads cause Rudolph the Redneck Reindeer that's how your nose got red |
| Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009 |
alladinsane
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5:49p |
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| Monday, December 21st, 2009 |
alladinsane
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11:06p |
It is the Holiday Season...The Principal Phrase for the Holiday Season Is...
CHRISTMAS BALLS!! Christmas Balls, Christmas Balls, I got great big Christmas Balls, Painted up to look like Santy Claus, I got great big balls... (Yes, I know I use it every year, but why tamper with holiday tradition?) For the duration of the Holiday Season, please interject this phrase into conversation as much as possible. Please make a note of it. Also display your Xmas Balls on TV or the Net whenever possible. |
chasing_amber
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11:42a |
santacon was great, well except one thing lol.
Santacon was a blast. i got to spend time with some people i really wanted to get to know better. i made some breakthroughs with two people that i really adore. it was a great night. well until i realized about at 3am that i didnt have my phone. it slipped out of my jacket at the clairmont. i called it and got some girls roommate who said her friend found my phone and she was drunk so she brought it back to college park with her. they were supposed to call age's phone yesterday, but i think my phone died... so now im not sure what to do. right now i am trying to get all my christmas stuff done since we are leaving really really early on wed. but i so hope some how i can get my phone back.... |
| Sunday, December 20th, 2009 |
stormcaller3801
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6:28p |
I had an odd dream last night. I'd gone to Charlotte, NC, to try and find work- much the way that I intend to do. But somehow, in a way that wasn't quite clear, I found people who were living outside of society, as such. There was a warehouse- or several warehouses together. They were made from quick-set concrete, the sort where you can see the marks from the sheets of plywood used to make a temporary form, with rough crease-marks standing out, and the occasional bas-relief of wood grain. The ceilings were rebar and corrugated metal, the floors were smooth-finished concrete. The place was filled with pegboard, old cars (including the requisite VW mini-bus), folding tables, and similar things. There were piles of things, shelves that rose dozens of feet towards the ceiling high overhead, stacks and rows and racks and bags of stuff. And many, many people. The people who lived there numbered in the hundreds. They didn't have jobs, per se- they sold things, made things, found things, fixed things, grew things, traded for things. Most wore clothing that was suitable for a mild winter, or a cold autumn. They were of all ages, from small children with their mothers to people who may have been grandparents, teens and twenty-somethings and older as well. They had water, electricity, even some communal computers. And I remember that all the shelves, and stacks, and racks, and rows and everything as far as you could see was old, worn, and loved. Games, toys, clothing, furniture- whether it was meant for adults or children it was there, the sort of things that inspire nostalgia and wistful desire. Nobody owned it exactly- they had finders, fixers, they were people's possessions, but at the same time they were there for everyone. Each item had its own story, and the person who owned it was due some bit of respect for having brought it there. It seemed at once like a wonderful place to be, and the last place you'd care to live. It was homelessness, but not; the closest equivalent I can think of offhand is the Lost Boys of Peter Pan fame; no homes, and yet having a home. No place, yet having a place. Cast off from the world, yet having somewhere within it. Lacking so much, and yet needing nothing more than what they had. I remember being there, and being happy. Feeling, not quite so much as if I belonged as knowing I could, if I wanted to. I dreamt that I lived there, simply because I couldn't think of any reason to leave- there was always so many good reasons to stay, and leaving offered so few. After all, what was a little bit longer, another night spent sleeping there when it was already so late? Why leave now, when there's something about to begin? Why go away when you'd just wish you were back? And then, all in a flash, I realized that eight months had gone by. No calls home, no contact with anyone. A cell phone long dead, a world left behind. No clues to where I was, no hints if I was there. Eight months gone- almost certainly thought dead and lost. How to explain that? What to say to my mother and father? How to explain so much time gone by- more time than I should've spent looking, let alone distracted? I remember thinking that I had to say something, send them something, immediately. But having no words that I could think of for how to do so. The means, certainly. But the message? Unknown. Thinking about it now, it reminds me of the tales of faeries, about people who eat the food or drink the wine, or simply disappear into that wilderness beneath the fairy ring for what seems like only a few hours, and yet it ends up years have passed. I wonder if that's not what they were, after a fashion- a dream world's equivalent of faeries, changed into something that fits their place and time. |
missakins
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3:18p |
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eugie
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11:30a |
Toy for Solstice
OMG! Matthew got me a Droid for solstice! *squee!* Updating status on shiny new toy... Current Mood:  excited |
| Friday, December 18th, 2009 |
eugie
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7:39a |
"Littleblossom Makes a Deal with the Devil" by S. Hutson Blount
My reading of S. Hutson Blount's excellent story "Littleblossom Makes a Deal with the Devil" is now up at Escape Pod! I'm way amused by Steve Eley's ( ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sfeley) intro. He called me a "powerhouse in the genre." Hee! This is my first time reading for the Escape Artists folks—who I adore and have sung praises for many times—and I hope I managed to do a credible job. It's a different sort of nervous being the reader instead of the author. So go listen! It's free! Current Mood: excited |
| Thursday, December 17th, 2009 |
t_rex
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2:33p |
Santa Rampage: Athens Edition has been shelved for this year. (Unless someone we don't know about is doing it.) But we *will* be doing this next year! This means you have an *entire year* to get your Santa costume together! (Or elf, or reindeer, or whatever. Lissa says some Jewish friends of hers showed up dressed as a dreidel and a menorah, so no faith based excuses!) One year. You can do it. |
eugie
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8:07a |
Stupid Novel Progress: Plugging Away
+300 and -200 (different) words on The Stupid Novel. Beginning to think I should start calling it something other than "The Stupid Novel." Current Mood:  working |
| Wednesday, December 16th, 2009 |
dragonbabylisa
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12:27p |
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eugie
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8:00a |
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chasing_amber
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2:52a |
Woot!
Thank You Connie and Noah for the amazon gift card :) First gift of the season! You guys so rock! |
| Tuesday, December 15th, 2009 |
eugie
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9:51a |
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| Monday, December 14th, 2009 |
alladinsane
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6:33p |
It is Monday...the Principal Phrase of the Week Is...
CHRISTMAS IS CUMMING!! Thanks to my former local Xmas festival for the phrase this week(and yes folks, that was the actual name of it). For the duration of this week, please interject this phrase into conversation as much as possible. Please make a note of it. |
stormcaller3801
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8:28a |
Is it just another day in paradise? Well, let's think about it a little. I can't think of any news stories coming out of paradise or about paradise. And if we subscribe to the idea that no news is good news (whichever way you care to take that), then obviously the lack of news means things in paradise are good. And of course, paradise being paradise, things being good in paradise is normal. Ergo, it's just another day in paradise. |
chasing_amber
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2:36a |
santacon is this saturday!
Saturday, December 19, 2009 at 6:00pm The Vortex, Little Five Points, Atlanta, GA An elf wandered by and handed me a personal message from Santa himself... That's right kids, it's that time again. SantaCon is coming!!! I've seen the pics from the last few years and have to say, Yall do it right!!!! Just to remind everyone, I have listed the rules for SantaCon again. There is no Santa in charge to call. If you can't show up for the start, get the phone number of someone who can help you catch up later. 1. AGAIN! Santa does not make children cry. Really - If you see kids, give them nice toys, candy, or something pleasant. Parents and Tourists are a different matter altogether -- adjust based on their attitude. 2. Santa dresses for all occasions. It's December. Smart Santa's wear multiple costume layers. Dress to maximize merriment whether singing Christmas carols in the snow, or swinging from a stripper pole. 3. Santa doesn't whine! We will be outside alot and commuting mainly on foot -- bring enough "snacks" to keep your pie-hole filled until we get indoors. 4. Bring gifts -- NAUGHTY gifts to give grown ups; NICE stuff to give kids. Throwing coal at people is discouraged no matter who they are. YES THAT INCLUDES POLITICIANS. But giving out coal is always ok. 5. Watching Santa get drunk and obnoxious is fun. Babysitting Santa while they vomit in an alley is not. Don't be that Santa. 6. Pay for your Beer and tip the bar staff, we want to be able to this again. Bribery gets you everywhere! Also pay for your beer or drink as soon as you get it. Other Santa's get tired of waiting on Santa's to clear their tab before being able to move on. This entire adventure should be CASH ONLY. Credit Cards only take longer and it takes long enough to serve all of yall when we rush the bar. 7. No Santa's left behind. Don't go leaving one or two Santa's in the process. Santa dont like that. Pick a few people you know and keep an eye out for them when it's time to move to the next location. If you don't see them, speak up so everyone waits. Every Santa should have at least 2-3 other Santa's they look out for and that look out for them. We don't want to leave someone in the shitter and have them wandering around looking for us. Santa is safer in numbers. What one Santa couldn't get away with without getting questioned, 50 can. Stick together Santa's! 8. Memorize these answers to important questions that may arise: * Who's in charge? "Santa" * What organization are you with? "Santa" * What are you protesting? "Nothing, Santa's having a party" (note: WE ARE NOT PROTESTERS!! We'd need a permit for that - and something serious to complain about...) * How did you get here? "A sleigh and eight tiny reindeer" * Where are you going next? "I'm only allowed to tell you if you wear this hat and buy me a beer." 9. Dress the hell up! You don't have to dress as Santa proper. That's BORING! Variations of Santa-ness are deeply appreciated, both by those we bring joy to - as well as the other Santarchists! Variants of elves or reindeer or what-have-you are fine as well! 10. "No blows below the belt. Keep it clean." 11. Please realize that this indeed is an event to have a hell of a lot of fun, and of course, with the assistance of liquor. It's not, however, an event to get shit-faced to the point that Santa's end up insulting, fighting, degrading, or being assholes to people that run the places that we visit - or to the regular patrons that are there. Remember, we're LUCKY that they let THIS many jackasses into their places of business - and we'd like to keep coming back. Also, there is no "bail fund" for incarcerated Santii - so you'll be on your own with that, suckahs. 12. Santa's that drink should make sure that they are also Santa's that can drive home, or make arrangements so that they don't need to. This is a no-brainer, but alas, I feel it needs to be said. I don't want any casualties. We need as many soldiers for "return tours", so to speak. With mass transit being what it is in Atlanta, we suggest bringing a designated driver and of course carpooling as much as possible or just get a hotel room. The more Santii in each vehicle, the fewer individuals need to remain dry. Santa Do's and Don'ts DO * address every Santa as Santa, in the first, second, and third person, singular and plural. * DO have something ready to hand out, even if it's just candy canes. * DO many thorough soaks of your cleaning product containers before storing liquor in them. (If you haven't already done so, it may be too late to start now.) Santa's that want should bring flasks cleverly disguised as pine-sol or windex bottles. * DO be ready for new adventure at a moment's notice. Santa is like a shark, and must keep moving in order to thrive. * DO uphold the hallowed tradition of Never Washing the Suit. Current Mood:  excited |
| Saturday, December 12th, 2009 |
t_rex
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10:06p |
Would any of you Athenians be interested in doing our own version of Santa Rampage this year? In case you aren't familiar with this tradition, it's when a bunch of people dress up like Santa and go bar hopping. There are rules, hilarious rules, which I'll post for you if there is interest *and* if the Atlanta Santa Rampage folks don't mind. We would be doing this on Saturday, Dec. 18th. Are you guys in? |
| Friday, December 11th, 2009 |
t_rex
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11:09p |
Painted Lady Fingers is giving away some lovely nail polish from Diamond, too. If you like nail polish, or like someone who likes nail polish, you should check this out, too. Actually, this is the mani I really like. Her nails are a bit longer than I like to wear mine, but the color is awesome. OK, tipsy now and the dogs have gone to bed without me. |
t_rex
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11:00p |
Stockingsaddict is giving away a fabulous piece of Kiss Me Deadly lingerie. I have several items from this company, and it's all fabulous. You should go check it out. :-) |
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