The Icon Faerie

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.

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?
[pause]
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?

[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
[20:31] likeabaroness: THIEVERY AND WRONGDOING DOWN AT THE HABERDASHERY

[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*

In reference to the ensuing comment war here, particularly this thread.

midhenaer: Alex: ::scares the daylights out of Abby by using capital letters::
cesontmesmots: a;dlkfj!!!
cesontmesmots: HE TOOK POINTS!
cesontmesmots: HE IS TURNING INTO FRANK!
midhenaer: XD
cesontmesmots: ALICE WANTS TO INTERVENE!
midhenaer: <lnl>
midhenaer: Oh wait.
midhenaer: :-)
cesontmesmots: MY VOICES ARE ASCURRY OF DJS;LKFDSISHNESS!
midhenaer: Well he can't take points. He is not prefect, you see.
midhenaer: He was just stressing that they LOST by TEN POINTS
midhenaer: I think that hurts more than the actual loss. :D
cesontmesmots: ...OH.
cesontmesmots: ...OH. OH. OH.
midhenaer: Kims I love you. <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
cesontmesmots: *SO. DEAD.*

More meta that started off from this Leviosa log. God I love this place. ::sporfle::

( Unspeakables really talk more than you think... )

Because I think this conversation merits saving.

( LeviosaEthics )

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?

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

"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."

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