"Comment faire un monde..."
Dec. 12th, 2004 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyoneI am mad... I seem to have just rethemed my LJ for Notre-Dame de Paris. Oh, dear. I'm not precisely sure how it happened.
At any rate, upon watching it for--by my count--the fifth time, to-night, I have come to discover something deep and profound and soul-wrenching: I want Pierre Gringoire's pants.
And while I knew you lot on my flist were a lot of immature, gutter-minded shippers, that was just disgraceful. I want them literally.
No, seriously.
To change the subject conveniently, I made Mum and Waen and da' watch it. I am gratified that Mum cried. Waen, however, hated it, and after heckling everybody onscreen for most of the duration went away before it was finished to play her songs on the piano exceeding loud. I am greatly offended. Mum says that it's too intense for her, though, and she wouldn't want to hear it a lot.
Of course, I have discovered that it is some of the most inspirational music I ever sat down and tried to write to.
Clearly this is going to create a rift in the family.
I also rethemed my LJ to it, as I mentioned, and would have done more retheming if I knew how; alas, all I've done so far is change my comment theme and my journal title, subtitle, and friends' page. I am a dorking idiot. Sigh.
Also, I am more incoherent than I have been in a long time. What happened? *blinks*
But there is writing to be done, my sweets, and NDdP to listen to while I write, and what shall I care of to-day and to-morrow? I am a Gringoire junkie, and must get my Fix.
Er. I was talking about the detective. Why do you ask?
Also, I need a Djali/Gringoire icon.
At any rate, upon watching it for--by my count--the fifth time, to-night, I have come to discover something deep and profound and soul-wrenching: I want Pierre Gringoire's pants.
And while I knew you lot on my flist were a lot of immature, gutter-minded shippers, that was just disgraceful. I want them literally.
No, seriously.
To change the subject conveniently, I made Mum and Waen and da' watch it. I am gratified that Mum cried. Waen, however, hated it, and after heckling everybody onscreen for most of the duration went away before it was finished to play her songs on the piano exceeding loud. I am greatly offended. Mum says that it's too intense for her, though, and she wouldn't want to hear it a lot.
Of course, I have discovered that it is some of the most inspirational music I ever sat down and tried to write to.
Clearly this is going to create a rift in the family.
I also rethemed my LJ to it, as I mentioned, and would have done more retheming if I knew how; alas, all I've done so far is change my comment theme and my journal title, subtitle, and friends' page. I am a dorking idiot. Sigh.
Also, I am more incoherent than I have been in a long time. What happened? *blinks*
But there is writing to be done, my sweets, and NDdP to listen to while I write, and what shall I care of to-day and to-morrow? I am a Gringoire junkie, and must get my Fix.
Er. I was talking about the detective. Why do you ask?
Also, I need a Djali/Gringoire icon.
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Date: 2004-12-12 06:55 pm (UTC)*points to icon* Gringoire pants. Yes. ^^
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Date: 2004-12-12 06:57 pm (UTC)Yes! Bwah!
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Date: 2004-12-12 08:03 pm (UTC)That made me laugh so. hard. omigod. XD
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Date: 2004-12-12 08:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-12 10:44 pm (UTC)Aw, Erin, never judge a book by its cover. It's what's INSIDE that counts.
XD
(...accidentally called you Soujin in the first post. ^^; )
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Date: 2004-12-13 06:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-13 06:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-13 06:33 pm (UTC)