Distractions

[louiselux]

Oh, work - please distract me. Tell me something about yourself. It doesn't even have to be weird or about ice skating!

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not ice skating but close

[scribblemoose]

I saw an episode of Buck Rogers last night that featured scantily-clad roller-skaters with light-up skates.

I'll be shutting up now. ._.

Re: not ice skating but close

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Ahaha! Adorable. Because of course they'd have roller skates in the 25th century - I suppose the lighting up bit was supposed to show they were futuristic roller skates, not ordinary ones.

[iibnf.livejournal.com]

I hate dancing! I hate doing it myself, I hate watching other people do it. My mother made me do 6 years of ballet as a kid, and it totally traumatised me to the point that anything to do with dancing just makes me angry. She wanted to teach me grace, as I walk like a gorilla, but the teacher just used to call me Little Miss Elephant as I stomped angrily around the dance floor, hating the fact they made me dress like a girl. (I was a boy until I was in my late teens). I was only allowed to quit the classes when I fell over and knocked my front teeth out. The teacher jammed them back in my head, and they are still there, but a bit uneven now. Dancing literally sets my teeth on edge.

How's that?

Oh, and admire the icon I made last night. It mentions tentacles!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Concidentally, I was just explaining the plot of a tentacle story I want to write when I got this comment. I'm sure it's a sign! Of tentacles.

Your dancing teacher should be stripped of her ballet shoes or something - what a bitch.

[iibnf.livejournal.com]

Oh, and as to dressing like a girl, when I was tiny, our school put on a play. Girls dressed up as fairies. Boys dressed up as dragons. I WANTED TO BE A FUCKING DRAGON!!! SEXIST BASTARDS!

I was so angry and pissed off, that my mother made me a paper dragon costume that I wore until it fell apart. That was cool. Thankfully, by the time I was six, I grew out of being a dragon.

I became a horse instead. A boy horse, of course.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Of course. I have to ask... did you grow out of that yet? *g*

[thornsilver]

I am thinking about renaming my cat "Fat Cat". He is too fat now to groom his own ass. O_o

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Oh noes. He should go on a moggy treadmill or something.

[miss-anthropy.livejournal.com]

University apartments come "furnished". There are desks, lamps, and beds. The beds do not possess the usual spring box; they're just a mattress slung over a too-small frame, supported underneath by planks of wood. Two of my planks are half an inch too short so every morning when I sit up, the planks get jilted and slip and BANG, my mattress is two feet lower than it was. And I keep lots of stuff under my bed. Like my beer.

I have no idea how to approach maintenance about needing new planks of wood.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Maybe you could filch them from an unoccupied room? Although I suppose they might all be locked.

[crystal-lilly.livejournal.com]

I daydream constantly. I am always playing out scenarios in my head about different books I've read, ways they could have ended differently, the not-so-happy ending, the perfect ending, the way one little action could have ultimately thrown the story into a different direction.

Then I make up original stories in my head (and they're awful, horrible, and not at all creative) and then do the same thing to them. Rearrange them, recompose them, play out 1001 different ways that a person could respond to any given situation.

And while I'm doing this inside my head, outwardly I appear as if I am listening intently to whatever it is that someone is saying to me, be it in class, at work, at home... sometimes I miss whole conversations because the characters in my head are more entertaining that what's happening in real life right in front of me.

And I've been doing this for so long, it is now a part of me. People ask me: "What are your dreams?" and I can't even remember what I dream about, because my head is filled with other characters' wants and desires, angers and sorrows. Given a chance, I automatically start daydreaming about a story, a different world, a comment here, a glance there, rather than anything that happens in my actual life.

Which sounds sad now that I try to explain it, but still... *shrug* That's just how it is.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should write some of them down? Someone once made the hypothesis that there are two types of writer-- or creative thinker-- people who write things down to see what will happen to their characters and people who play everything out in their heads and never write anything down. I do what you do, to an extent. I get a lot from it - it can be intense and it lets me escape from the every day.

I love that you told me this, by the way. Thank you.

[kispexi2.livejournal.com]

I'm terrified of ice - particularly falling on it. I once did a quiz (Which Royal Are You?) and came out as Charles VI of France "the most famous mad King of France who had the conviction that he was made of glass and about to break." I feel for that man!

I used to keep rats. Still would, except they have such short lifespans and losing them makes me sad.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Poor man! He sounds excessively anxious.

I have heard that rats make fantastic pets, apart from the short life span. I've never properly met one myself.

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

I just bought two copies of Mog's Bad Thing (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Mogs-Bad-Thing-Judith-Kerr/dp/0006647553/sr=8-1/qid=1168963842/ref=sr_1_1/026-7618019-3445252?ie=UTF8&s=books), a touching story about a pussycat who does a Bad Thing in a chair! Poor Mog, she looks so guilty.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Hee, she does. Perhaps they could work as behavioural guides for the hord of cats?

[jadepj-chan.livejournal.com]

my partner is currently asking me to download a bunch of kimchi recipes, as he is heavily into the stuff.

[neither of us is korean.]

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Oooh, got any good ones? I've never tried kimchi.

[randomblade.livejournal.com]

I just spent the evening working on standup sets with a male friend of mine. We swapped some joke ideas. I gave him my 'girl' material, because some things, when girls say them 'aren't funny'. This pisses me off no end.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Huh. That pisses me off too. I'm pretty sure it depends on how funny the person is, not on the genitals they have.

[rorhah.livejournal.com]

Ah, now this is about ice skating.

I went recently, and my friend fell over and bashed his face. The medic who patched him up sometimes works on film sets, and had once patched up Daniel Craig. There’s a fight scene in Casino Royale where Daniel Craig is wearing an invisible plaster on his chin.

This was as interesting as my ice skating trip got. Sadly, no sparkly, sequined off-the-shoulder costumes were worn. Maybe next year.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

That is a shame about the sequins. Still, the man who touched Daniel Craig's face has now touched your friend's face. Surely that's something to celebrate? ;)

[foreverdirt.livejournal.com]

My first lecture this term was with my favourite lecturer ever. He's my favourite for many, many reasons, from his willingness to take time out his busy day to geek at us (and tell us implausible lies! about his undergraduate career with such a straight face I'm still half convinced by some of them) to the way his lectures are so clear that even afterwards, when the knowledge has faded, the ideas remain. But one thing I particularly adore about his lectures is that he moves like a particularly gawky, chalk-covered foal, and as each lecture progresses his black jeans get steadily whiter (at about the same rate as my heart fills with joy), including inside the pockets.

When I grow up, I want young mathematicians to sigh at me the way my friends and I sigh at him.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

*happy sigh*

Even this description of him makes me want to sigh.

[doire]

I haven't done my homework so I am on LJ in denial. Do you want to learn some Japanese verbs for me?

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Heh. I could...

[assume-a-virtue.livejournal.com]

I have had five appointments to fix my poor sad broken iPod--- and every single one of them has been canceled.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

That is just not fair. Poor you, poor ipod!

[bladderwrack.livejournal.com]

I walked around an airport for a bit in my socks once. Then I took my socks off, because they were getting dirty, and walked around barefoot. With socks was okay; without socks felt uncomfortably vulnerable with everyone else bustling around wearing shoes. Which is not very logical, as it wouldn't make any difference if someone did step on you.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

True. Being barefoot does make one feel vulnerable, as if socks would protect your toes from random suitacases.

[darkfire-blade.livejournal.com]

I've taken a liking to giant alien robots from outer space. Not too mention, I think a T-Rex and a microscope would go well together...

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Hee. Good.

[corellianrogue]

I lucid dream, which means most of my dreams, I'm kind of walking around going 'ooh, cool dream' but in a dreamy sort of way, so it's kinda like dreaming you're in a dream. Yeah, weird. Totally not the story, though.

This one time, I was dreaming that a dragon was trying to live next to our resistance group's cafeteria, and it kept eating people as they were eating! I know, horrible. So we all decided that the only solution was to nuke the dragon. Luckily, we were in a cave, and the walls were all... like.. nuke-proof or something. Unfortunately, as I snuck in to hand the dragon the backpack nuke, instead of setting a timer, I hit the detonate button. Blew myself up. Weirdest way to die in a dream EVAR.

Remember the lucid dreaming part? The whole time I'm being disintegrated atom by atom by the nuclear wind, I'm thinking 'wow, this feels weird.'

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Indeed! Sounds like an exciting dream though.

[kanzenhanzai.livejournal.com]

My cat has figured out how to open my dresser drawers, and if I don't catch her in time, she will pull out whatever clothes and/or socks she can reach and toss them around.


(since I can't resist the ice skating - I know this made the lj rounds about a year ago, but here it is again: mmmcowboys (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrnDChceoCk))

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

I'll have to watch that when I'm not at work. It's tempting me though... Must resist.

[mendax.livejournal.com]

About ice skating: Your and emungere's recent ice skater discussions have reminded me of the passionate crush I had on Pairs skater Artur Dmitriev in the 1994 Olympics.

Not about ice skating: When I was just a wee thing, my favorite toy was one of those plastic horses on a frame with springs. Her name was Nancy, and of course I believed that she, along with all my other toys, came alive when I was not there to see. One day my two older sisters took the horse off the frame and hid it, leaving just the frame and the dangling springs, and told me that Nancy ran away because she didn't like me. I blame this incident for any and all irrationalities that I may exhibit. :-)

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Mmmm, ice skaters.

Oh noes, poor Nancy! Also your sisters were mean. :D

[cicer.livejournal.com]

When I am reading something, a bomb could go off and I wouldn't hear it. Good luck to anyone who needs to talk to me when I'm reading! I'll likely respond with all the right 'mmhmms' and 'okays' to whatever they ask, but I won't absorb a word of it. As soon as I emerge from my literary haze I have to go find them and tell them I have no idea what they said. XD

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

My SO exhibits similar tendencies - there's a perculiar type of blank look I get that just tells me it's probably best to leave him to it for another chapter.

[rheasilvia.livejournal.com]

Many of my colleagues are convinced I am a strange person because I recently bought 3 kilos of "Kinder Ueberraschung" / Ueberraschungsei chocolate egg shells on Ebay. This chocolate is among the yummiest varieties to be found anywhere on this green earth, and is normally only obtained in hollow 30g shells surrounding a plastic capsule holding a small collectible toy.

People who collect the different toys inside these chocolate eggs sell the chocolate itself in bulk (I've seen auctions of up to 20 kilos) because no one can ever eat that much chocolate in their lives. Collectors go through enormous quantities of these chocolate eggs in their search for rare toys, and of course complete runs of the various, changing series the egg manufacturer Ferrero packs into their eggs (among other toys, of course - getting one of the "main" toys in every egg would be too easy). I think little Asterix figures are the present feature.

Anyway. I came across these auctions, won one, and brought most of the 3 kilos of chocolate egg shells to work with me, thereby earning the unending gratitude of some of my colleagues and weird looks from some of the others.

Here's an example of a chocolate egg shell auction (http://cgi.ebay.de/4-3-kg-U-ei-Schokolade-Frisch-aus-dem-Ei-gepellt_W0QQitemZ150080278320QQihZ005QQcategoryZ8944QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem).

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

God, I never knew there were such things! So many nummy chocolate eggs. This has to be one of my favourite stoies so far! I love Kinder eggs too, but maybe not so much that I'd buy 3 kilos. Maybe. We used to buy them for the toys sometimes and I'd always get to the eggs that the others didn't want.

[mistressrenet.livejournal.com]

I've gotten addicted to Top Chef and I am sad it's almost over. (It's a cooking competition in the style of Project Runway.) And I don't even like the contestants that much!