Ms Random

[louiselux]

Tell me something, please. I am feeling in great need of distraction.

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[ellen-fremedon.livejournal.com]

In Icelandic, the word for 'windfall,' in the metaphorical sense, literally means 'whale-beaching.'

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

And I have sudden vivid imagery of the whale from HHGTHG plummeting to the beach and some Icelanders jumping for joy. *g*

[crotalus-atrox.livejournal.com]

My houseguest used up all the toilet paper. Again.

Is he stuffing his pants with it? Is he rolling in it like a ferret? Is he using it in some complex haircare regimen? What?

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

I like the ferret imagery!

It's probably best you don't know, on the whole.

[kispexi2.livejournal.com]

Try this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glzkWmJgCgY&mode=related&search=)

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Thanks - I'll have to listen to it later, when I am free of work.

[doire]

The three (so far) books I doubt I'll ever finish reading
A Suitable Boy
The Master and Margarita
and The Worm Ouroboros

I have no trouble finishing trashy books.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

I've never even picked up any of those books, so you've got further than me. Sometimes you have to just accept that some books are not for you, or possibly even not readable.

[emungere.livejournal.com]

Nero Wolfe is in disguise; Lily Rowan, Archie's sort-of girlfriend, has realized it, mostly because Archie's love for him issopure:

She shook her head. "Turn loose, my brave fellow. I've got hold of it." She moved to Wolfe, looking down at him. "Don't be upset, Pete. I wouldn't have known you from Adam, no one would; that wasn't it. It's my hero here. Archie's an awful prude. He has been up against some tough ones, lots of them, and not once has he ever called on me to help. Never! A proud prude. Suddenly he calls me away from revelry--I might have been reveling for all he knew--to get into a car and be intimate with a stranger. There's only one person on earth he would do that for: you."

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Their love is pure and true and grumpy! I heart them so much.

[grendelity.livejournal.com]

My crackish song of choice for the day (http://www.sendspace.com/file/bjdt66). Great for distractions all the live-long day. Enjoy. XD

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Yay, thanks!

[corellianrogue]

I wandered to your journal from numerous recs and have been lurking. Randomness, however, I can do. ;D

TRANSITE AD INFERNOS is Latin for 'go to hell.' You've always wanted to know how to swear in Latin, haven't you?

Also, when one is making an anime cosplay that involves making a collar out of vinyl, people will automatically assume it's for S&M. Even when it isn't.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Transite ad infernos - it just sounds so much more threatening and you could say it in a loud booming voice and people would be impressed.

So, what was your vinyl collar for?

[hibem.livejournal.com]

How about protein synthesis explained through interpretive dance? (http://angstymcgoth.livejournal.com/198802.html)

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Dooood. Not only had someone bothered to choreograph all that, there was a noodling soundtrack too. I am stunned.

[jadepj-chan.livejournal.com]

in the Philippines, everyone eats rice at most meals, even if the meal is a small snack.

mushrooms are to hobbits as rice is to Filipinos.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

That is fascinating - I love details about cultural eating habits. Are there lots of rice based snack foods then?

I'm very partial to giant mutant lizards

[thefourthvine.livejournal.com]

The subject line was the random text my browser suggested; when I hit the down arrow in text fields, it offers selections apparently culled from stuff I've copy-pasted (I think?) over the last, I don't know, decade, because I swear I don't recognize some of that stuff at all.

But it's true: I am very partial to giant mutant lizards. I don't care who knows it.

Re: I'm very partial to giant mutant lizards

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Well... good! I very much applaud your openess about your saurine tendencies. It's the only way!

And, um, I totally made that word up.

Randomosity...

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

...I can do that I guess...

the number four is unlucky for the Chinese, because the pronunciation of it is close to that for the word death. Gonou died a death, but 8 is extremely lucky. (Not quite sure why).

So Hakkai is very lucky. Lucky is clover. From clover, we get...

Lover..and from thence we get Gojyo.

I love how even randomly those two connect. ^__^

Hope it helps. Now I bid thee good day Miss.

Re: Randomosity...

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

That is just so sweet! Thank you :D

It helped a lot.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

The Japanese word for broom is houki. This adds a level of confusion to doing the Hokey-pokey with a bunch of five year old students, since it comes out something like 'houki pokki'. Also, 'boring' to them is the game where you roll a ball at a bunch of pins.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Oh dear - broom pokey. Is the hokey pokey the dance where you put your left leg in, etc? I learned that at my granny's old time dancing lessons when I was about four, and we knew it as the Hokey Cokey. And the boring game! Hee.

A Tale of A Rubber Duck

[(Anonymous)]

Once upon a time, not as long ago as some would like, there was a rubber duck. And this rubber duck had a curse on it. Unfortunately, this duck got passed from person to person and so too did the curse. Luckily for us, one day it ended up in the bathroom of a shabby motel on a nameless road between two nameless and very dusty little towns.

Even luckier, this nameless stretch of road ran east to west, and if it was not paved, at least it was smooth.

This particular rubber ducky was not the kind that squeaked, because if it had been our story would probably be a great deal shorter. It had sat there for a very long time and it was rather bored. If it had been able to squeak it might've been able to get someone's attention and it would've passed on already, and we would have to stop here.

Luckily for us, it was not a squeaky duck. It could float, and sometimes it could glow with a malevolent red glow-- but only if all the lights were out and no one was looking. It was a rather shy cursed rubber duck.

One hot dusty day, a jeep stopped at the nameless motel between two small, nameless towns. Four passengers got off, and went their ways to do things. What they did and what they said doesn't exactly matter. What does matter is that one of them had one goal, and one goal only.

A bath.

Whoever this poor soul was, he found himself alone in the bathroom but for a yellow rubber duck perched jauntily next to the complimentary bar of mostly-used and dingy soap.

A Tale of A Rubber Duck

[(Anonymous)]

"What are you looking at?" our poor soul asked, not very nicely, mostly because he was not very nice, but also because he was suffering from a sore head, and also a sore end. The nameless road was not that smooth, to be honest, no matter what the driver liked to claim.

The duck stayed quiet. It was shy, after all. But perhaps, around the edges of its eyes, it began to glow with a faint tinge of red.

The water pipes clanked as if there was someone in them—perhaps there was, who knows? Our nameless traveller cast his stained and dusty garments onto the floor, happy in the knowledge that it would not be he who would later have to scrub at them with extra strength laundry soap. He slid into the steaming water and regarded the duck. The duck stared at the same patch of wall it had been staring at for the past forty three days.

It waited, and tried not to glow too much.

[crystal-lilly.livejournal.com]

Random Saiyuki Quote:

Gonou: (regaining consciousness) ...Hell is actually... a mediocre place.
Gojyo: Well, sorry for having a mediocre place.
Saiyuki Vol. 5

*grin*

And in other quoting randomness:

"Before beginning any home-plumbing repair, make sure you possess the proper tools for the job. Check the following list of handy expletitives and see that you know how to use them."

And for the final bit of randomness:

There are more French restaurants in New York City than there are in Paris, France.

Figure that one out. *grin*

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

Idiot, Imbecile and Moron used to describe people within partuicular IQ ranges. An idion had an IQ of 25 or below, and imbecile between 26 and 50, and a moron 51-70.

When Koko the gorilla was given an IQ test, she scored in the mid-80s, making her merely "dull normal".

[weyrlady.livejournal.com]

Culled from my recent friends list:

Glowing mushrooms are awesome. (http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/10/061026-fungi-glow.html?source=rss)

The internet is changing the way some people write books. (http://bridgetester.livejournal.com/199354.html?style=mine#cutid1)

midnight_ljc does some really pretty (but not always worksafe) HP fanart.

[rachelmanija.livejournal.com]

In the dusty part of India where I grew up, the fruit was better than anywhere else in the world. The watermelons grew as small as cricket balls, and you could eat four or five of them in one sitting. The mangoes came in hundreds of varieties, and fan wars erupted over which was the best, and also over how best to eat them: sliced? Peeled and whole? Rolled between the hands to transform them into a sack of juice, which could then be pierced and sucked? My OTP was the Alphonso mango, sliced.

[storm-petrel.livejournal.com]

In ancient Egyptian culture, the frog symbolized both life and fertility, owing to the fact that millions emerged during the yearly flooding of the Nile. The fertility goddess Heget was represented by a frog.

[trensaddiction.livejournal.com]

Naknek, Alaska had a year-round population of only 234 the four years that I worked there during the summer. It's summer population, however, was roughly 2500, due entirely to the mating habits of the salmon.

Of all the salmon breeds, Chum salmon have the sharpest teeth and taste the worst.

The sufficiently motivated (which is to say, sufficiently sleep deprived) workers of a certain salmon processing plant. once played a trick on the owner by presenting him with the eighty pound carcass of a King salmon. The trick came when he opened it to discover a twelve pound Coho salmon, which in turn had been stuffed with a seven pound Sockeye salmon, which contained a one-and-a-half pound Pink salmon, which held a tiny little flounder. (The owner himself, being likewise exhausted and awake managing the plant at four in the morning, considered this a wonderful joke and broke down laughing so hard that he eventually had to be lead away to his office for a brief nap.)

The salmon scales are very sticky and get into everything. Generally, I would still be discovering salmon scales on my skin a full week after having left Alaska.

...yeah. I'm a fountain of useless knowledge. =)

[storm-petrel.livejournal.com]

I'm an ichthyology student, and that's the funniest thing I've ever heard.

[wk-recomend.livejournal.com]

People, entirely unrelated to each other by everything except the geographical location of their home and their ability to afford international vacations every year, have a tendancy to visit the same locations. One year, everyone goes on African safaries. The next year, everyone goes to China and takes tours of the mountains, Shanghai and the Great Wall. The following year, everyone goes to Italy and the year after that everyone goes to Japan.

It makes it a bummer for those of us in the photo processing industry, as we get to see many many many pictures of exactly the same thing over the course of the summer, interspersed rarely by the few people who do not follow the herd. I never thought that China could get boring.

Also, the Greek Oracles were all women. Their prophecies were then interpreted by men. Oracles did not see the future, they merely were conduits for their patron god(dess), giving the god(dess)'s message to their interpreter. Many prophecies were misinterpreted over the years -- not by the men who worked with the Oracles themselves, but by those who came to the temples for advice. Of course, nothing important was ever decided without having asked the advice of the Oracle.

And, there are a few ways to say "ass" in Japanese. One way, when translated exactly into English, litterally means "shit drip".

Random? Sure! Slighly gross, perhaps.

[lisa-bee.livejournal.com]

There are moths, ants, spiders, unidentifiable other small bugs and a finch in my freezer right now.

[nightfallrising.livejournal.com]

Henna rinse for redheads, chamomile for blondes, and sage for brunettes. Flax seed oil's being studied to fight cancer, and jasmine's good against depression. Sage, rosemary, and citrus are great aromatherapy against scattered thoughts.

Snakes are as immortal as phoenixes.

Saiyuki snippet

[baka-gaijin.livejournal.com]

Here's a little Saiyuki plot bunny that has been wandering around in my head. Maybe if I put it to paper (so to speak) it will leave me alone.

Hakkai heard Gojyo stumble in thru the front door. He tensed slightly, listening as his roommate made his way thru the small house.

"Please," he thought to himself, as he squeezed his eyes shut, "Please not again. Just go to sleep."

Gojyo had found his way to the bed, sat down heavily on the end of it and pulled off his boots. He was humming something and he smelled of alchohol and smoke.

Hakkai's throat was dry, palms sweaty. He lay perfectly still, hoping Gojyo would think he was asleep. As if that would make a difference. It never had before.

Gojyo stood up and stripped off his clothes. He swayed slighty and then reached down and pulled the covers off of Hakkai.

"Fucking flannel. I told you not to wear that shit, didn't I? I hate it. Take it off."

"Gojyo," his voice was strained, pleading, "I'm sure you're tired. I'll go lay on the futon, you can have the bed. Why don't you...."

"Well hell, 'Kai, it's my bed anyway, now isn't it?," Goyjo's words were a bit slurred but there was no disguising the sarcasm. "And here you are in it, like always. Like you own the fucking place."

Hakkai's stomach knotted and he was afraid he might get sick. There really wasn't any point in trying to put this off. He removed the pants with trembling hands.

"Yeah, that's better. Now roll over. Up on your knees. Shit, why do I have to tell you this every fucking time, Hakkai? You know."

Yes, he did know. He couldn't stop the small whimper that escaped him, as he buried his face in his arms. Like this, on his knees... that meant Gojyo would take him roughly. The first time it had happened, Hakkai assumed that Gojyo was just drunk. Drunk and not really thinking about what he was doing. But then it happened again and again. And what could Hakkai do? The man had saved his life, given him a place to live. Who was he to question what form of payment Gojyo would exact from him?

Gojyo gripped the green-eyed man's hips hard and rocked into him with only the barest preperation.

Yes, this was what he deserved. His penance. One night at a time.

random can do...at least

[stalkerbunny.livejournal.com]

Samurai crabs (Heike-gani)

In spring 1185 there was a naval battle on the southern Inland Sea of Japan, between the Genji and the Heike. The Heike lost, and those who didn't choose to commit suicide were drowned. Sometime after this apparently, people noticed that some crabs had grooves on their backs which resembled a face. These crabs were believed to be the warriors who had drowned, so they were often thrown back. Therefore the face pattern is nowadays much more common than originally.

(In case you are wondering who I am...nobody, really. Just a woefully shy lurker, who adores your stories.)