Misc.

[elisi]

Have spent the best part of the evening geeking out with Miss M. Have introduced her to March Madness (<-prelims), which she thought was an AMAZING idea, and then we found the BEST EVER SOKKA. His FAAAAAAAAACE! (Bonus ADORABLE Aang.)

Also I have finally worked out that Dreamwidth is Welwyn_Garden_City. This is both its strength and the reason I can't take to it. I love my neighbourhood where I've been for years (my first home!), nevermind the fact that for every step forwards, the infrastructure also takes a step back, and that the architecture is going downhill and that the public transport is expensive and rubbish. I'm obvoiusly going to end up like one of those people in a tiny house between two skyscrapers. And people will say 'Come to Welwyn Garden City, it's so nice!' and I'll say that I'm getting used to the crime. Plus, the inner city is more interesting, and it's where all my friends live... (I'll still moan about all the issues, mind you. But then I live in England, so that's just a normal part of life. Most things are rubbish, but we're used to that. Besides, it's OLD and it's OURS.)

Cue Buffy 'verse example:

I shall copy a bit of 'Buffy Summer's Diary' ("Older and Far Away" in diary form, if Buffy actually sounded like Bridget Jones.) The relevant part:

Immediately Xander and Anya revealed they had set me up with some Xander-friend. Gah! Had they never heard of self-sufficient woman of substance not needing men?

[...]

Was about to be Good Friend and inquire further about the status of her heartbreak, when Vile Spike appeared at the back door, beer under his arm and wrinkly demon Clem in tow. He looked so...Spike, all panthery and lean and v. dangerous and sexy. He was behaving like a regular guy, however, which I found desperately unfair, making it almost impossible to toss him out into the night like he deserved.

I didn't even get to try, either, because Xander brought in Normal Richard at that point. I had to go figure out parking, Xander becoming an immediate incompetent for the sake of his ploy. Normal Richard pleasant and rather beige, like tapioca pudding or similar.

DW is Normal Richard.

LJ is Spike.

I know he's bad for me, but... I have feelings for him. He's been around for a long time, and I do believe that he might turn out good in the end. I have no feelings for tapioca pudding. There is probably more to tapioca pudding than I'm giving it credit for, but...

(Please don't point out that LJ is now run by Corporate Evil. I'll throw W&H at you. Mmmm, Lilah.)


You know, I don't think I've ever used my 'quixotic' mood before. But for once it feels relevant. Oh LJ...

Comments

[promethia_tenk]

That might be more to the point: I do not get how tapioca pudding has a reputation for being dull. It's pudding you can chew. I kinda get the people who are weirded out by it, but how on earth did it become the poster dessert for boringness? How are six-year-old boys not all over this telling each other it's boogers and eyeballs?

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

How are six-year-old boys not all over this telling each other it's boogers and eyeballs?

When I was a kid they were! Tapioca pudding makes me...uneasy *cackles*

[elisi]

That might be more to the point: I do not get how tapioca pudding has a reputation for being dull.
I don't know, as I don't know what tapioca pudding IS. Except for being pleasant and beige. *googles* Ooooh, it is apparently Britain's most hated school dinner, nicknamed "frogspawn". So you weren't far off - except the texture is offputting, rather than alluring to kids.

Well, forget tapioca and concentrate on Welwyn Garden City...

[promethia_tenk]

I recall comparing DW to Portland at one time. Though it is also a bit like hitching up the oxen to the wagon and going west to build yourself a new home out on the plains because the big woods of Wisconsin are getting too crowded. Because apparently I have more feelings than I thought about Little House on the Prairie. At any rate, there is a part of me that would quite like to build a cabin sometime, and she is mildly appeased by this Dreamwidth thing. LJ . . . It's hard to get over the feeling of just being a squatter.

Don't listen to anyone about tapioca pudding--it is the best. Mellow and comforting and yet not unlike eating frog eyeballs.

[elisi]

Though it is also a bit like hitching up the oxen to the wagon and going west to build yourself a new home out on the plains because the big woods of Wisconsin are getting too crowded. Because apparently I have more feelings than I thought about Little House on the Prairie.
I grew up with the books, so I know what you mean. :)

At any rate, there is a part of me that would quite like to build a cabin sometime, and she is mildly appeased by this Dreamwidth thing.
Well there's been many... journalfen, greatestjournal, insanejournal (that's been around since 2001!) - it's hard to see DW as anything other than just another LJ clone. It's nicer than the others, it's true, and it's doing well since LJ has decided to be a jerk, but who knows where it'll end up? LJ was just as egalitarian as DW back in the day... (/cynical)

It's hard to get over the feeling of just being a squatter.
Guess that's the difference. To me it's home. DW is... a cottage in the country. I set up one of those already (my IJ account is from 2007 - 2 years older than DW itself) so yeah... pleasant holiday cottage. But those are two a penny. My LJ is priceless. (See? Emotional attachment through the roof.)

Don't listen to anyone about tapioca pudding--it is the best. Mellow and comforting and yet not unlike eating frog eyeballs.
I'll take your word for it. (I asked Darcy and he pulled a face. Clearly he was also traumatised by school dinners...)