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sam_gamgeeHad the day off. V. weird, but also v. nice. Read lots of fanfic - some of it wanted me to run and hide because it's in one of my fandoms ("Buffy") and the rest of it made me wish that it was in my fandom ("Smallville" - though I'm slowly being pulled into it). But I'll pimp the pimping th "Smallville" fic, tomorrow, since I want to make some comments about the genre it's in first.
For those of you that have finished Order of the Phoenix, Is it true that someone dies? If it is, who is it? (See what you've done to me, Dini?!?)
One weekend there happened to be a veterinarian and a psychology conference held in the same hotel and one evening some people from both groups happened to meet in the bar and start talking. One of the vets commented how after a while the animals and their owners started to resemble one another. "Fascinating," one of the psychologists said. "We should do a study of this." So when they went home, they did. They found three dog owners - an engineer, an accountant, and an actor. The psychologists took the dogs and had them perform some tasks. When they were finished and the dogs were reunited with their masters, they were told the results of their dogs' tests. The men were told, "We gave each of your dogs 100 bones to do whatever they wanted." To the engineer, they said, "Your dog built a doghouse out of them." Excited, he said, "That's exactly what I would have done." To the accountant, they said, "Your dog put his bones into 10 piles of 10 and kept counting them over and over." Excited, he also said, "That's exactly what I would have done." To the actor, they said, "Your dog ate their dogs' bones, f----d the dogs, and left early."
One evening, a bartender sees a man sitting dejectedly at the bar, so he goes over and says, "Hey, what's the matter? Is there anything I can do to help?" "No," the other man replied. "I have an IQ of 180 and I have noone to talk to." "Really?" a guy a few stools down pipes in. "I have an IQ of 178." So they start talk astrophysics and things like that. The bartender sees another guy sitting dejectedly at the bar and says, "Hey, what's the matter?" "Nothing," the customer replies. "It's just that I have an IQ of 130 and I don't have anyone to talk to." "Really?" a guy a few seats down interjects. "I have an IQ of 120." So they start talking stock options and the like. The bartender sees a third guy sitting dejectedly at the bar and goes over and says to him, "So what's your IQ?" "50," he replies dejectedly. "Really?" the bartender asks. "Mine's 60! So have you been to any auditions lately?"
I never said they were any good. :0P
I wish my allergies would go away.
For those of you that have finished Order of the Phoenix, Is it true that someone dies? If it is, who is it? (See what you've done to me, Dini?!?)
One weekend there happened to be a veterinarian and a psychology conference held in the same hotel and one evening some people from both groups happened to meet in the bar and start talking. One of the vets commented how after a while the animals and their owners started to resemble one another. "Fascinating," one of the psychologists said. "We should do a study of this." So when they went home, they did. They found three dog owners - an engineer, an accountant, and an actor. The psychologists took the dogs and had them perform some tasks. When they were finished and the dogs were reunited with their masters, they were told the results of their dogs' tests. The men were told, "We gave each of your dogs 100 bones to do whatever they wanted." To the engineer, they said, "Your dog built a doghouse out of them." Excited, he said, "That's exactly what I would have done." To the accountant, they said, "Your dog put his bones into 10 piles of 10 and kept counting them over and over." Excited, he also said, "That's exactly what I would have done." To the actor, they said, "Your dog ate their dogs' bones, f----d the dogs, and left early."
One evening, a bartender sees a man sitting dejectedly at the bar, so he goes over and says, "Hey, what's the matter? Is there anything I can do to help?" "No," the other man replied. "I have an IQ of 180 and I have noone to talk to." "Really?" a guy a few stools down pipes in. "I have an IQ of 178." So they start talk astrophysics and things like that. The bartender sees another guy sitting dejectedly at the bar and says, "Hey, what's the matter?" "Nothing," the customer replies. "It's just that I have an IQ of 130 and I don't have anyone to talk to." "Really?" a guy a few seats down interjects. "I have an IQ of 120." So they start talking stock options and the like. The bartender sees a third guy sitting dejectedly at the bar and goes over and says to him, "So what's your IQ?" "50," he replies dejectedly. "Really?" the bartender asks. "Mine's 60! So have you been to any auditions lately?"
I never said they were any good. :0P
I wish my allergies would go away.
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Date: 2003-06-29 03:26 am (UTC)It's Sirius.
Otherwise known as it's the summer of all my favourite characters get killed - but at least Harry cares about Sirius. And it's good Dark. *Grumble, grumble,*Joss*grumble.
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Date: 2003-06-29 06:14 am (UTC)And I feel like such a blonde saying this, but which one's Sirius again? And "good Dark"?
But thanks for letting me know.
*goes off in search of a chocolate-covered Spike for
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Date: 2003-06-29 07:13 am (UTC)You're welcome. Sirius was Harry's Godfather, who escaped Azkaban in book 3, and who could turn into a dog.
Good Dark is basically the Anti-S6 BTVS - where horror and bad things happening is balanced with some humour and where you still love all the characters at the end - except the ones you're meant to hate.