dramaturgy: ([Glee] Ballet.)
Will: What are you doing?
Emma: I'm praying. I do it all the time in my head, but right now it's just not enough. And when I need help I know God hears me better on my knees. Something about the acoustics of the linoleum or something.

When Glee does something bad, they are very, very bad. But when they are good they are amazing.
dramaturgy: ([UB] Mandy! You're brilliant!)
[21:48] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: Referring to Philip II as "strapping" perhaps going a bit too far, y/n?
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] occultebelta: Not at all.
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: Oh good.
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: I am on the good crack
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] occultebelta: Strapping young lad. >_>
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: LOL
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: But not as young as the Duke of Alencon.
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: OH
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] occultebelta: OHHH
dramaturgy: ([TWW] ???)
When you see this, quote Leo McGarry... like every year on December 16.

Leo McGarry: [on the phone with the New York Times] 17 across. Yes, 17 across is wrong... You're spelling his name wrong... What's my name? My name doesn't matter. I am just an ordinary citizen who relies on the Times crossword for stimulation. And I'm telling you that I met the man twice. And I recommended a pre-emptive Exocet missile strike against his air force, so I think I know how...
C.J. Cregg: Leo.
Leo McGarry: They hang up on me every time.

Leo McGarry: [after Josh finishes an intensive therapy session set up by Leo with a trauma therapist, Josh walks past Leo in a nearby hallway of the White House] How'd it go?
Josh Lyman: Did you wait around for me?
Leo McGarry: How'd it go?
Josh Lyman: He thinks I may have an eating disorder...
Leo McGarry: [bemused] Josh...
Josh Lyman: ...and a fear of rectangles. That's not weird, is it?
Josh Lyman: I didn't cut my hand on a glass. I broke a window in my apartment.
Leo McGarry: This guy's walking down a street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep, he can't get out. A doctor passes by, and the guy shouts up, "Hey you, can you help me out?" The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a priest comes along, and the guy shouts up "Father, I'm down in this hole, can you help me out?" The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a friend walks by. "Hey Joe, it's me, can you help me out?" And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, "Are you stupid? Now we're both down here." The friend says, "Yeah, but I've been down here before, and I know the way out." Long as I got a job, you got a job, you understand?
dramaturgy: ([Misc] <3333)
"My love for Lord John Marbury is real, it's not a schoolgirl crush. Do you know what he calls me? Principessa."
"Yeah, well, he calls Leo 'Gerald.'"


"Sweden has a hundred percent literacy rate. One hundred percent. How do they manage that?"
"Maybe they don't and they just can't count either?"

I forgot how much I love The West Wing.


Feb. 1st, 2009 08:32 pm
dramaturgy: ([Repo] Nathan + Shiloh.)
[20:29] my summers die: ~*Hate crime. I like it.
[20:30] my summers die: (Which I definitely just typed at hat crime.)
[20:31] likeabaroness: HAT CRIME
dramaturgy: ([Twilight] Punching werewolves lol.)
I was reading Stephenie Meyer's BD FAQ (here) because it was linked from F_W (I am hopelessly addicted) and I come across this gem:

Stories need conflict


God, the more I think about it, the more it just feels like a punch in the gut.
dramaturgy: ([Gossip Girl] Chuck/Blair)
[23:44] my summers die: Sorry I turned John Barrowman back on
[23:44] likeabaroness: And he returned the favor?
[23:44] my summers die: Pretty much.

That has pretty much been my night. XD I am watching the How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria from Canada. They brought in John Barrowman for acting workshop in Maria school and so there was a lot of touching and such. He was hugging a girl, talking about people being tactile creatures... and the girl he's hugging is making this face the entire time, like :D :D :D. And none of us blame her. Because damn that man is hot. And distracting. I cannot do anything else when he's on. *puts Torchwood on her to-watch list*
dramaturgy: (Mushu)
Leisl: "Virginity is like Pringles. Once you pop you can't stop."
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer and [livejournal.com profile] mcdigitalgumby: ::crack up::
dramaturgy: (My antennae iz pastede on yay)
In reference to the ensuing comment war here, particularly this thread.

[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Alex: ::scares the daylights out of Abby by using capital letters::
[livejournal.com profile] cesontmesmots: a;dlkfj!!!
[livejournal.com profile] cesontmesmots: HE TOOK POINTS!
[livejournal.com profile] cesontmesmots: HE IS TURNING INTO FRANK!
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: XD
[livejournal.com profile] cesontmesmots: ALICE WANTS TO INTERVENE!
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: <lnl>
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Oh wait.
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: :-)
[livejournal.com profile] cesontmesmots: MY VOICES ARE ASCURRY OF DJS;LKFDSISHNESS!
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Well he can't take points. He is not prefect, you see.
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: He was just stressing that they LOST by TEN POINTS
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: I think that hurts more than the actual loss. :D
[livejournal.com profile] cesontmesmots: ...OH.
[livejournal.com profile] cesontmesmots: ...OH. OH. OH.
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Kims I love you. <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
[livejournal.com profile] cesontmesmots: *SO. DEAD.*
dramaturgy: (Sugar tossing is an art)
duchessdollydot: *completely and utterly amused by the Edward Furlong news story* His director must have been so ticked.
Always Rosalind: SEE! Trish thinks it's funnt!
Always Rosalind: Funny even
duchessdollydot: Someone once friended Florence who updated their journals with an entirely different alphabet.
duchessdollydot: I didn't understand them at all.
duchessdollydot: And I never gave Florence interests.
duchessdollydot: Igor finds it disgusting, but what the heck.
Always Rosalind: Someone randomly friending Florence or flinging the lobsters?
duchessdollydot: Flinging the lobsters.
duchessdollydot: Though he finds most things related to Florence disgusting.
dramaturgy: (Fabdemona. Hard-to-get.)
More meta that started off from this Leviosa log. God I love this place. ::sporfle::

Unspeakables really talk more than you think... )
dramaturgy: (1-800-BITE-ME (by sarken))
Leisl: I am going to become organized! I will take over a third world country! ... And Rachel is going to be the hair, since I won't have any children.
[livejournal.com profile] mcdigitalgumby: That's heir, not hair!
Me: ::dies laughing::
[livejournal.com profile] mcdigitalgumby: That's not even grammar, that's FUCKING PRONUNCIATION!

That just requires writing down.

Also, Swing was at dinner tonight. Nearly died when I saw him. Pointed him out to Rachel. Apparently I had not told her and Leisl his code name, only thought I had. Hrm. Me = in need of a tranquilizer.

Actually, I need fresh air because I Can't Breathe and this is a Bad Thing.
dramaturgy: (Fabdemona. Hard-to-get.)
Because I think this conversation merits saving.

LeviosaEthics )
dramaturgy: (Velveteen rabbit)
More LNL goodness.

Always Rosalind: ::snorts at Sirius:: 14 February 1960 at 12 Grimmauld Place. I haven't really asked the details, but I think it was a big ordeal--midwives, mediwitches, family, the Pope.
gamma 0rionis: XD
Always Rosalind: It's the Pope that kills me.
gamma 0rionis: The Pope and fifteen Rabbis.
Always Rosalind: Hee
gamma 0rionis: /random nonsense
Always Rosalind: And a shaman thrown in for good measure.
gamma 0rionis: and a Baptist preacher.
gamma 0rionis: One of the really bigoted ones.
Always Rosalind: And, um, a Satanist?
gamma 0rionis: Yes!
gamma 0rionis: Anton LaVey.
Always Rosalind: An Atheist? Sure! Give me one of those!
gamma 0rionis: Probably Hugh Hefner, too.
Always Rosalind: Numerous space aliens and Tibetan men.
gamma 0rionis: The Dalai Lama?
dramaturgy: (Fabdemona. Contains alcohol.)
[livejournal.com profile] lostlikealice: Okay, someone please remind me that I'm female.
[livejournal.com profile] cesontmesmots: you are female
[livejournal.com profile] miserelies: kitty! you have boobies!
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Kitty, you're a girl.
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: KITTY YOU ARE NOT A TENOR.
[livejournal.com profile] lostlikealice: I seem to need to be told this often.
[livejournal.com profile] lostlikealice: THANK YOU.
[livejournal.com profile] malecrit: You're female, Kitty.
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Steph XD
[livejournal.com profile] cesontmesmots: not all girls have boobies
[livejournal.com profile] lostlikealice: Kitty doesn't seem to realize that in a co-ed choir, she doesn't need to sing like a boy.
[livejournal.com profile] miserelies: er. not all not girls don't have boobies.
[livejournal.com profile] miserelies: ...
[livejournal.com profile] lostlikealice: ...
[livejournal.com profile] miserelies: manboobs.
dramaturgy: (Good and Evil (by kaesa))
Because this is the best meta I've seen in a long time. And. I need entertainment. Slightly edited to include just the meta and things that weren't around it. For a non-character, Stokes is so much fun to play with.

Nomed Cinubi: http://www.thinkgeek.com/caffeine/drinks/5f35/ - Heaven
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: ! JD! It's the DoM Super Pack!
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: ::has those mints, too::
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Haha
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Stokes: ::raids caffeine::
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: NO MINE!
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: ::growls menacingly::
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Stokes: I'll fight you for it.
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Stokes: Er.
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: I'll cut your pay for it.
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: Very well, then. ::cheerful:: I win. Good game. ::takes::
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Stokes: Can you cut that small of a number?
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: Of course I can.
Nomed Cinubi: Hmm... *Steals caffeine back*
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: After all, we can always just pay you every other week.
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: !!!
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: ::pursues JD:: STOKES, SAVE OUR CAFFEINE!
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: I'll raise your pay.
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Stokes: What the bloody fuck am I supposed to do?
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Stokes: ...Excuse me?
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: I dunno.
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: Just do it, all right?
[livejournal.com profile] duchessdollydot: Corinne: ::can not stand zis disgusting scene::
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: Pffeh.
Nomed Cinubi: *Finishes off caffeine*
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: NOOO!
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Stokes: ...
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: IT'S GOOOOONE!
Nomed Cinubi: *explodes from caffeine overload*
[livejournal.com profile] kaesa: Croaker: Haha.
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Stokes: ...Well I guess we won't have to worry about seeing him again.
Nomed Cinubi: *Reforms*
Nomed Cinubi: Whoah... what a rush
[livejournal.com profile] midhenaer: Stokes: ::realizes he'll have to fill out the death certificate:: Damn.
dramaturgy: (Fabdemona. Hard-to-get.)
And it's still early...

Kimmie: Seasons: *change*
Liz: Glaciers: ::move on::
Kimmie: Apocalypse: *arrives*
Liz: o-o
Liz: Liz's Cell Phone: ::rings::
Greenie: :>
Kaesa: ::snort::
Kaesa: Always at the worst time, eh, Liz?
Liz: And I was just in the middle of being raptured.
Greenie: raptured?
Kaesa: The apocalypse.
Kimmie: Jesus comes and takes the Christians away.
Liz: ...I think I'd let it ring.
Kaesa: And the Jews all stand around going "WTF?"
Greenie: ah, right.
Liz: Anyway, why do people think that they never have cell phone numbers incorrect?
Greenie: 'scuse me Jesus, could you hold on for one second? I have to take this call...
Kimmie: What if it was Jesus, liz?
Liz: I suppose he'd be on the caller ID.
Jenny: Could he reply, really, with the whole flaming sword in the mouth thing, or am I getting things confused?
Liz: I mean. Come on, he's Jesus. Not only does he get reception nearly everywhere and free weekends and evenings, he's got to have caller ID.
Jenny: *g*
Kimmie: Free text messaging, do you think?
Liz: I bet he's got a flip phone, too. ::jealous::
Kimmie: With a camera in it.
Greenie: & email access.
Liz: ...and video.
dramaturgy: (Cute (by sarken))
"You can't even use pennies in a toll booth. Well, except in Illinois."
"Why in Illinois?"
"That's an interesting question."
"No it isn't."


"What are you doing?"
"Eliminating genocide. What are you doing?"
"Eliminating the penny." [Pause.] "I'll come back."

I found it!

Aug. 8th, 2004 04:35 pm
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"I don't think that being into this kind of music means you have to be an anarchist and an atheist. I mean, if being punk means doing what you believe in, if it means having this attitude of f*** everyone, I'm doing what I want, then you know what? I want to go to church." -- Carly Fullmer in YM magazine, July 2003.



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