Duncan is a slut.
Jul. 16th, 2003 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hafitalWell, duh, you say.
To which I say, No really. He is.
He's trying to convince me that it's a good idea for him to just loll about in bed and have Methos attempt to give him hickeys. Normally I encourage this sort of thing, only it's not much for the advancement of the story, now is it?
In other unrelated news, I read "Dude, Where's My Dude? Dudelicous Dissection, From Sontag to Spicoli" yesterday and had all sorts of fond memories of my childhood. Dude. And, like, can I just say how much I love Dude, Where's my Car?. Like, more than is good for me, I think. It's stupid and fluffy and full of stereotypes and I want to chew it, like candy. I'm even excited about the sequel, which is sad sad sad. Shibby.
An ex of mine told me a story about how his dad decked him out cold once for calling him "dude". His dad is much older and from a farming community and to him "dude" meant a horse's dick. Talk about generational gap. oops.
In even more totally unrelated news (you can tell I'm too lazy to make multiple entries), The Day the World Exploded looks really interesting. I may even buy it. I've never gotten close to a volcano but I'd like to one day. I have been through several earthquakes and nothing's quite so alarming as having the ever steady and eternal ground just up and decide it wants to shake. Spewing hot lava must be a whole other level.
This is where I bemoan the fact that I don't read nearly as much non-fiction as I would like.
This is also where I bemoan the idiocy of youth. Because I've been to Indonesia. Twice. Did I know about Krakatoa then? Nope. If I had known would I have been driven to do at least a little research before going to Java? Prolly not. In my defense I as 14 and more preoccupied with my braces. Because, dude, braces suck.
To which I say, No really. He is.
He's trying to convince me that it's a good idea for him to just loll about in bed and have Methos attempt to give him hickeys. Normally I encourage this sort of thing, only it's not much for the advancement of the story, now is it?
In other unrelated news, I read "Dude, Where's My Dude? Dudelicous Dissection, From Sontag to Spicoli" yesterday and had all sorts of fond memories of my childhood. Dude. And, like, can I just say how much I love Dude, Where's my Car?. Like, more than is good for me, I think. It's stupid and fluffy and full of stereotypes and I want to chew it, like candy. I'm even excited about the sequel, which is sad sad sad. Shibby.
An ex of mine told me a story about how his dad decked him out cold once for calling him "dude". His dad is much older and from a farming community and to him "dude" meant a horse's dick. Talk about generational gap. oops.
In even more totally unrelated news (you can tell I'm too lazy to make multiple entries), The Day the World Exploded looks really interesting. I may even buy it. I've never gotten close to a volcano but I'd like to one day. I have been through several earthquakes and nothing's quite so alarming as having the ever steady and eternal ground just up and decide it wants to shake. Spewing hot lava must be a whole other level.
This is where I bemoan the fact that I don't read nearly as much non-fiction as I would like.
This is also where I bemoan the idiocy of youth. Because I've been to Indonesia. Twice. Did I know about Krakatoa then? Nope. If I had known would I have been driven to do at least a little research before going to Java? Prolly not. In my defense I as 14 and more preoccupied with my braces. Because, dude, braces suck.
