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Name: Sean
Country: Canada
Metro: Victoria
Birthday: 9/4/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: free association. lewd jokes. inside jokes. trail mix. developing a pleasing falsetto. coffee. cat naps. fixating on idiosyncracies. and i like verbs.
Expertise: I can harness my latent geek powers for good or for awesome.
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
5/4/2005
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| You do it to yourself.
Who knew a guitar, baritone sax and trumpet (trombone solo) could do such an awesome cover. Reminds me of stage band.
Yeah, this is also a few weeks old, but I purposefully avoided. Sneaker Pimps did a pretty half-assed version of 'Climbing up the Walls' awhile back.
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| So I got tagged. I wasn't going to respond actually, but then I got interested in the shit-storm of commentary on your site, Charles.
Suffice to say all ten points representing my ideal partner, when combined, look pretty much like this (here played by Natalie Portman, a happy coincidence):
http://www.devilducky.com/media/42822/
Well, sort of.
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| So my roomate joined a writers' group, which means I'm now in a writers' group by association. Our first 'assignment' was a bit of a rediculous one: write a 100 word short story. Yes, 100 words. Ye gods. I have something finished for Thursday at least. I'm posting it here because Ian wanted to see it:
Everything will probably be okay.
The note read:
We have your wife. (Her name was Martha). We demand ten-thousand dollars in unmarked, non-sequential bills in exchange for her life. (Was she worth it, she wondered; ten grand was a lot of money). Deliver the money to the garbage can at the foot of Huntington Pier by tomorrow at midnight. (She knew what any eight year-old knew- in the world of low cost alternatives, echoes were cheap as free fun). Do not tell the police. (Her words hit loose-leaf in her near illegible ink bomb font). Come alone. (She never married).
Conclusion? It's hard to write anything interesting in only 100 words.
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| Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep.
I was listening to music at two in the morning today. You best believe that line messed me up.
Happy Valentines day.
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| On the topic of compliments (pointy nose, what the heck, rita!), here's a part of my tuesday evening:
"You know..."
"Hm? Yes?"
*whistful sigh* "You have a forgetable face."
(what? did she mean 'unforgetable'? what?)
"Uh... what?"
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"Thanks, I guess."
"Oh no, I just mean it's generic looking."
(oh. hahahaha! wait. she IS serious?)
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"Oh. Okay then. Thanks for clearing that up."
"No problem!"
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