meanwhile, in the life of meelie
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I begin my narrative of what I have been up to lately(that was non-stargate related, because checking back that's pretty much the only thing I've been posting about lately) with the fact that I got up at a reasonable hour this morning walked up to the framing place to put 2 posters in to get framed, then stopped off at a garage sale and bought 2 pieces of probably not very good quality crystal(cheap! but pretty!) and a spiffy little decorative ashtray(not that I smoke, see above, re: pretty). Score!
Around 1.30pm, Married Friend came by after finishing work and we went for a driving lesson! Her car was strange to get used to after learning solely on the driving school's car, but I got used to it and we tooled around for an hour before hitting the Westfield to buy another friend a bday present and have some lunch. I ordered a vanilla milkshake 'heavy on the vanilla' and felt very noir, until the guy came back with it and called it a 'double shot' and then I just felt pretentious. Got home four-ish and have been doing a whole lot of nothing much - watched the rest of the second season of West Wing and omg, Two Cathedrals, OMG. I would say that I had a tv-gasm, but that sounds rather tasteless.
Now New Hope is one telly, and while not my favourite(*cough*EMPIRE!*cough*), a slight pleasure is gained by watching it through a prequel filter and thinking about what a machiavellian bastard Obi-Wan can be at times. I watched the new long Episode III trailer this morning, and it looks like it wont suck too much, but I have much faith in the ability of George Lucas to fuck it up royally.
Going back to last week, I saw the Goodies (Still A)live in concert last Saturday. I didn't end up going to the pre-show yum cha gathering that was organised, and while I waited at the steps at Town Hall for people, reading
astolat's Stargate:Atlantis story 'Transcendental',
He wanted to go for a run, or better yet a flight; but not in a jumper. What he wanted right now was an F-15, an X-2, a Valkyrie; something where he'd feel the rattle and burn of the engines, the weight of the sky rushing by, instead of Rodney's voice replaying in his head on infinite loop, the ice-cold snap of the dismissal. Instead he went to his quarters and tried to pace it off.
When I heard a voice behind me say; "What's a F-15?" I turned to discover a dreadlocked man sitting immediately behind me looking over my shoulder at my palm.
Meelie: It's a plane, a jet.
Dreadlocked Guy: You know someone with a jet?
M: No, it's, uh, a story.
DG: Oh. See, I just saw you there reading and I know it's nosy, but I can't help wanting to see what other people are reading!
M: You're right. It's nosy.
::glares at him till he gets the idea and moves away::
Then I realised that the next sentence, immediately after the jet part
He wanted to fucking hit Rodney, wanted to go back up there and make him listen, wanted to -- and he stopped and leaned on the wall with one hand and got his pants open, got his hand on his dick and jerked himself hard, three, four times, and came on the wall.
Um, yeah.
Around 1.30pm, Married Friend came by after finishing work and we went for a driving lesson! Her car was strange to get used to after learning solely on the driving school's car, but I got used to it and we tooled around for an hour before hitting the Westfield to buy another friend a bday present and have some lunch. I ordered a vanilla milkshake 'heavy on the vanilla' and felt very noir, until the guy came back with it and called it a 'double shot' and then I just felt pretentious. Got home four-ish and have been doing a whole lot of nothing much - watched the rest of the second season of West Wing and omg, Two Cathedrals, OMG. I would say that I had a tv-gasm, but that sounds rather tasteless.
Now New Hope is one telly, and while not my favourite(*cough*EMPIRE!*cough*), a slight pleasure is gained by watching it through a prequel filter and thinking about what a machiavellian bastard Obi-Wan can be at times. I watched the new long Episode III trailer this morning, and it looks like it wont suck too much, but I have much faith in the ability of George Lucas to fuck it up royally.
Going back to last week, I saw the Goodies (Still A)live in concert last Saturday. I didn't end up going to the pre-show yum cha gathering that was organised, and while I waited at the steps at Town Hall for people, reading
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He wanted to go for a run, or better yet a flight; but not in a jumper. What he wanted right now was an F-15, an X-2, a Valkyrie; something where he'd feel the rattle and burn of the engines, the weight of the sky rushing by, instead of Rodney's voice replaying in his head on infinite loop, the ice-cold snap of the dismissal. Instead he went to his quarters and tried to pace it off.
When I heard a voice behind me say; "What's a F-15?" I turned to discover a dreadlocked man sitting immediately behind me looking over my shoulder at my palm.
Meelie: It's a plane, a jet.
Dreadlocked Guy: You know someone with a jet?
M: No, it's, uh, a story.
DG: Oh. See, I just saw you there reading and I know it's nosy, but I can't help wanting to see what other people are reading!
M: You're right. It's nosy.
::glares at him till he gets the idea and moves away::
Then I realised that the next sentence, immediately after the jet part
He wanted to fucking hit Rodney, wanted to go back up there and make him listen, wanted to -- and he stopped and leaned on the wall with one hand and got his pants open, got his hand on his dick and jerked himself hard, three, four times, and came on the wall.
Um, yeah.
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Date: 2005-03-12 01:33 pm (UTC)This fills me with glee, because you know he went home and told everyone about the perfectly normal looking girl whom he saw reading a porn story on the steps of Town Hall.
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Date: 2005-03-12 02:24 pm (UTC)He's probably "googling" that phrase right now, to find the story.
*g*
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