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25 June 2004 @ 11:49 pm
Is there anyone left on earth who still needs a gmail invite?  
I have 5 invites to give. It would be nice if you wanted to write me a fic or do my layout or something, but all offers will be seriously considered.

Jack Ryan gives it up. Not a huge surprise, and now it may be easier for Obama, but I still find the fact that a sex scandal can happen in this day and age annoyingly Puritanical. *sigh*

I have never seen Graham Norton before. He now has a show on Comedy Central that he's doing in New York, although I'm uncertain how long it's been on. He's... not American, that's for damn sure. o_O Not in a bad way, but see the above paragraph about the sex scandal for an example on the continuing trend of Puritanism in America. However, I am highly amused. They bought a real doll, begged a slutty outfit off an audience member and then took the doll to a bar and sat her there with a drink in her hand and sunglasses on. They also put mics on her and of course a camera out of the way. Sandra Bernhard was on the show, so the first time a guy sits near the doll, Sandra says: Hey...hey baby. Come a little closer... -the guy does- Do me a favor, okay? Go to the women's bathroom, go in one of the stalls and take off your pants. I'll be right behind you in a minute. And the guy GETS UP AND LEAVES!!! *DIES* And now he's just had a contest involving recordings of audience members making the same noises they make when having sex... I think I may need therapy...
 
 
I feel: amusedamused
 
 
 
expetesso on June 27th, 2004 12:01 pm (UTC)
Long Conversation Yesterday, Ron/Hermione Drabble Today
“You’ve got dirt on your nose, you know.”

Ron’s face flushed and he sputtered in embarrassment, “Her-Hermione, you—you had to say that now?” He turned away quickly. Why didn’t I look in a mirror? Stupid…

“Ronald, wait.” He felt her fingers brush at his cheek, and looked up to find her face a few inches from his own. Ron held his breath as she stretched to kiss the freckled offender. Smiling, she whispered, “just there” and kissed him again.

Struggling to exhale evenly, Ron choked and, grinning, wrapped a piece of her hair around his fingers. “Mental, that one.”