agent57

The first five people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

Yes I am trying this, because I actually do drabble in fanfic (shock! horror!) but usually just don't show it, is all. Yoinked from hokuton_punch, and like her I will add the disclaimer of I can't write it if I don't know it. If you don't know my fandoms pretty well, just ask.

I have been scarce lately on this and all other areas of the internet (mostly lurking, reading things but with no attention span for replying to anything besides a tweet or two) for a while, on account of MOVING! I am moved! Pictures of the new place forthcoming when it looks more like an apartment.

Unfortunately the scarceness will continue until we have the TV/internet thing figured out. :( I am currently depending on work/coffeshop internets. It's a hard life, guys.

I had this really weird dream/almost hallucination this morning. I had woken up, and was drifting back asleep. While still seemingly half awake, I felt like this lump or wave (or monster!) or something below my right shoulder, underneath the blankets and stuff beneath me, started to rear up and push me towards the wall.

It was really quick, and then I woke up... and I'm sure it sounds pretty lame (I can't quite describe it) but it was actually really freaky. I thought I was going to be crushed.

Hey guys me and Buzzy are moving in together!

She challenged me to post about it first. I hope I won!

P.S. I'm not a very good friend.

Looking back to get an approximation of how long I've been in this apartment, I found that the first mention of being completely moved in fell on this exact day, six years ago.

That's pretty crazy, man.

I'm trying to tweak some old things to add interest to them, and I just really don't know anymore what's working and what isn't.



Does this look too *vague gesture* to you?

It's late, I think I meant to go to sleep four hours ago.

I always feel like I'm talking, talking, talking about everything, everwhere... and then I come to find that I've completely failed to mention something somewhere. I guess it has a lot to do with me being more active on Twitter and Facebook lately. Also, with feeling annoying. Also, with talking too much to myself.

I did mention my Etsy account here, right? I think I did. Anyway, I've added a whole bunch of stuff there. Coconut jewelry, prints, and now I'm getting into sewn things. I decided to stop worrying so much about how much of each thing I have done, or whether the branding of it is beautiful and professional, and to just get my stuff out there!

If you have heard this all from me before, if I am being redundant, I apologise. I'm also finding that being subtle doesn't do me any good, though, even if it's my natural state.

( Some examples of craft stuff behind the cut. )

Right now I really wish this was all I was doing with my life. Well, technically, it almost is... but I wish it were all I needed to do. Stupid living, always having to be made!

I'm adding a second lyric to the ones that aren't guessed yet, because I know they're kind of obscure, but I'm pretty sure there are still two or three more that are known.

2. Listening to Marvin all night long, this is the sound of my soul. This is the sound...
2b. So true, funny how it seems... always in time, but never in line for dreams. Head over heels when toe-to-toe... this is the sound of my soul. True by Spandau Ballet, guessed by commonpple

4. If you're gonna stay away, then honey let me know how to cook hot biscuits, how to roll the dough. Everything's gone crazy since I told you to go...
4b. Well you said you had enough, you said that you were leavin'. I said "Shove off honey, baby, I ain't grievin'. Pack your bags and pull out this evenin'..."

5. Everybody's chillin' as I set up the groove. Pumpin' up the volume with this brand new beat. Everybody's dancin and they're dancin for me.
5b. I'm coming up so you better get this... (can you finish the lyric?) Get the Party Started by Pink, guessed by laleonaenojada

6. I wanna die just like JFK, I wanna die in the USA.
6b. I wanna die on a bed of spikes, I wanna die come see paradise, I wanna die just like Jesus Christ. (and that there covers about 90% of the song.)

7. And now you find yourself in eighty-two, the disco hotspots hold no charm for you.
7b. I never meant to be so bad to you. One thing I said that I would never do. One look from you and I would fall from grace, and that would wipe this smile right from my face. The Heat of the Moment by ASIA, guessed by oracularpaige

9. In this world there's a whole lot of trouble, but a whole lot of ground to gain.
9b. Why take when you could be giving, why watch as the world goes by? It's a hard enough life to be living...

10. We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing, we know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon until noon again.
10b. A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time, the odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by. (I got this from one of you guys.) The Boy with the Arab Strap by Belle and Sebastian, guessed by commonpple

11. Our father yells, throwing the gifts in the wood stove, wood stove.
11b. Silent night, holy night, silent night, nothing feels right.

13. Sittin', drinkin', superficially thinkin' about the rinsed-out blonde on my left.
13b. She told me later she's a machine operator. She said she liked the way I held the microphone...

14. I've got no time for bedtime stories, I'm not a little child... Everything makes me furious and everything makes me wild.
14b. Somebody's being very bad, I wonder who it can be... Somebody's gonna get in trouble, I know it isn't me.

15. You can act real rude and totally removed, and I can act like an imbecile.
15b. Ah we can go when we want to, the night is young and so am I... And we can dress real neat from our hats to our feet, and surprise em with the victory cry. The Safety Dance by Men Without Hats, guessed by commonpple

16. This piece of meat is pumping poison 'round itself so neatly.
16b. All I ask of myself is that I hold together. Hold Together by Ned's Atomic Dustbin, guessed by princesskitana

17. Did the wine make her dream of the far distant spring, or a bed full of hens, or the ghost of a friend?
17b. And the train track will take all the wounded ones home, and I'll be alone. Fare thee well Sara Jones.

19. It's been kinda tough these last few days, trying to act normal and be gay... It's not easy to be all alone.
19b. My baby left me just the other day, I guess the things will never be the same.

20. We didn't have much time... Frank Zappa and the Mothers were at the best place around, but some stupid with a flare gun burned the place to the ground.
20b. They burned down the gambling house, It died with an awful sound... Funky Claude was running in and out pulling kids out the ground. Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple, guessed by commonpple


I'm mostly looking for 2, 7, 10, 15, and 20... come on guys!

It's that time again!!!


→ Put your iTunes or equivalent on random.
→ Post a line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
→ Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
→ Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING.

Guys, I had to cheat and skip a few. I left potentially embarrassing stuff in, but there was some I just totally didn't know. =_= It's really no fun if neither of us has ever heard these lyrics, right? (Yes, I still haven't gotten around to sorting through all of my collected music...)


1. You're wasting your breath on these ears, my dear. You're wasting your breath on these ears. by Ned's Atomic Dustbin, guessed by princesskitana (song name still unguessed)

2. Listening to Marvin all night long, this is the sound of my soul. This is the sound...

3. I was angry when I met you, I think I'm angry still. Push it by Garbage, guessed by terpsichore

4. If you're gonna stay away, then honey let me know how to cook hot biscuits, how to roll the dough. Everything's gone crazy since I told you to go...

5. Everybody's chillin' as I set up the groove. Pumpin' up the volume with this brand new beat. Everybody's dancin and they're dancin for me.

6. I wanna die just like JFK, I wanna die in the USA.

7. And now you find yourself in eighty-two, the disco hotspots hold no charm for you.

8. Yeah you know how it is, wake up feeling green... sick as a dog and six times as mean. Gone! by The Cure, guessed by terpsichore

9. In this world there's a whole lot of trouble, but a whole lot of ground to gain.

10. We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing, we know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon until noon again.

11. Our father yells, throwing the gifts in the wood stove, wood stove.

12. I've got this energy beneath my feet like something underground's gonna come up and carry me, I've got this sentimental heart that beats, but I don't really mind and it's starting to get to me. Sam's Town by The Killers, guessed by oracularpaige

13. Sittin', drinkin', superficially thinkin' about the rinsed-out blonde on my left.

14. I've got no time for bedtime stories, I'm not a little child... Everything makes me furious and everything makes me wild.

15. You can act real rude and totally removed, and I can act like an imbecile.

16. This piece of meat is pumping poison 'round itself so neatly.

17. Did the wine make her dream of the far distant spring, or a bed full of hens, or the ghost of a friend?

18. I've got Ace Frehley, I've got Peter Criss waiting there for me... Yes I do, I do. In the Garage by Weezer, guessed by mouse452

19. It's been kinda tough these last few days, trying to act normal and be gay... It's not easy to be all alone.

20. We didnt have much time... Frank Zappa and the Mothers were at the best place around, but some stupid with a flare gun burned the place to the ground.

This is just something I was thinking about earlier. Certain numbers always have a natural color association for me, and I was wondering if it was the same for other people, and if there would be trends if a whole group of people answered.

So, after each number, I want you to fill in the color you associate with it. Don't think about it too much, don't spend more than a couple of seconds on a number. If you can't think of a reply, just leave it blank. (Or put "none"if it won't let you leave it blank)

Poll #1403839 Color by Number
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 9

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I'm just curious, is all.

I made a[nother] thing last night.

He needs a back... and then, a home. I really can't keep keeping them...

I don't know how many people reading this are in the Chicago area, but I'm posting it everywhere. My sister + a bunch of other people are having a group garage sale to raise money for breast cancer research this weekend, May 2nd AND 3rd, from 9am-6pm. Find a great bargain, support a great cause! I'll be there. (on Sat. at the least) We might be selling some art along with all of the usual garage sale goodies.

http://tinyurl.com/mm-garage-sale

BE THERE.

Okay, this kind of pisses me off.

I was looking for a resume/portfolio grade paper about a week ago. I have this really nice double-sided Epson paper, but it's a little too expensive to use for everything, and I wanted something lighter-weight for mailing out. After much debate, I decided on some mid-price Kodak paper. I just opened it now, about a week after purchase. It's 39 lb., matte finish, and looks like it has a pretty nice printing surface. Super, right?

The back has the Kodak logo printed all over it. Like, do you remember getting pictures developed, and they would have the stripes and "Kodak" written on the back, yeah? That.

Arrrrgh. I guess, it being called "photo paper" (despite it not being glossy, and being a resume weight) it's not a total surprise. I am totally cool with watermarks, or only having one side that's coated to accept ink well. But there's no warning on the box to tell you that one side of this paper is blatantly branded! Now I have 100 sheets of paper that I can't use for the mailers I had planned, because I feel it would look unprofessional to send out a portfolio with "KODAK" plastered all over it. (Do you think they would pay me for the advertising?) And now I'll have to trek to Office Max and spend more money on the HP or Canon equivalent, which HOPEFULLY will be blank on both sides. (Hmmn, or maybe Staples... They aren't bad with paper.)

I was hoping to do some color tests tonight, too. I guess if I can't return it, I now have paper for mounted prints and my plastic sleeve-style takin'-to-interviews portfolio.


I just got back from Michigan, and it's really strange how five or so years can turn Mason from looking like hell to looking like an idyllic wonderland. Not literally, but through perception... and the fact that the wifi/coffee/bookshop downtown now has a deli/cheese/fancy wine and beer shop next door.

And the fact that there, I could be living - maybe even prospering - on the same style of jobs that are just getting me by here. So there are no fancy art jobs there... If I don't have to make any money, I don't really need one.

(You can tell I'm giving the dreams a rest right now. Probably reality, too.)

Okay, let me tell you about my shitty night.

So I worked candy stand tonight, and after intermission you have to count the candy you have left and the money and stuff. While I'm doing this, this guy comes up who obviously has had too many rum punches (at Mary fucking Poppins... classy!) and asks if he can buy a package of Peanut M&Ms. At that point I was done with the counting and math part, so I tried to explain to him that I was closed, but he started getting kind of scary and yelling at me.

All this time I'm trying to keep him calm while not freaking of myself, and I tell him I'll sell him the M&Ms, but he's too drunk to even, like, reason. Finally a few of the ushers came over to help me out, and try to escort the guy outself, but he started arguing with them as well.

So one of the ushers puts a hand on this douchebag's arm, and he yanks it away, and elbows me right in the cheek, really hard. =_=

Nothing's broken, luckily, but I got a nosebleed. The swelling has gone down a bit, but it still hurts like a bitch and it's already bruising.

( Shitty cell phone pics inside... kinda gross. )

I want to flesh this out even more, but I need to get to karaoke. I want to make it sound more professional and improve the flow of it, before I don't ever post it because I'm scared of the idea of meeing people from the internet at all. But I got the idea, and a few of the phrases popped into my head, and it cracked me up too much to not write it out.

To whom it may concern,

I'm a recent graduate from Columbia College, seeking employment and/or social interaction. I grew up in mid-Michigan and moved to Chicago about five years ago. 25, non-smoker, occasional drinker, likes cats. At the moment, I'm working two part-time jobs outside of my field, and watching far too much British television on the internet.

What it basically boils down to is this: I'm not satisfied with my current situation and I need something to get me out of the apartment, either permanently into another apartment (i.e. improved financial situation, boyfriend) or just a few nights a week. (i.e. boyfriend, improved financial situation)

I am either not much to look at, or completely too hard on myself... I can never tell which is a more accurate description. In the past I've been most afraid of opportunity, but I'm working on getting over that fear and giving myself a chance to prove what I can do. I work well with others. I know I'm a hard worker, and I pride myself on my ability to adapt to different situations. I'm very flexible, in an artistic sense.

My other skills include animation, screen printing, baking, and karaoke.

At the moment, I'm not looking for part-time or temporary gigs, but I would be fine with meeting more boys/artists (circle all that apply) for simple friendship/networking (circle all that apply) opportunities. As previously mentioned, I'm getting by with my current jobs, and I'm not looking to take just any offer. I'm hoping for a situation that will be the perfect fit, allow room for growth, and possibly involve an accent. I would probably be most comfortable starting with an entry-level position, and working up from there. And wow, I didn't mean for that last part to sound so dirty, I don't think.

Please, no recruitment agencies! For a resume and/or good time, please email.

[edit] Hahaha, guys I totally meant to friends-lock this, (no offense intended to anyone) but I just noticed I wasn't signed in, and there it was hanging out in public. I guess it's no matter, I've been trying to get over my fear of potentially making a fool of myself anyway. So... enjoy!

I scanned an entire sketch book! (well, as much of it as is completed) I just felt like sharing it... since I haven't been doing much finished art, and I really think that I'm improving in terms of anatomy. I wanted to give an idea of how I work... you might be able to tell, it involves a lot of erasing over and over again. I even left the really rough/bad/impossible to make out stuff in, so you can figure out a percentage of fail.

It's small, to save room and prevent you from reading the ridiculous text! (there are a lot of notes) Anyway, there it is.

I had a dream last night about finding a place that was like a shelter dug into a riverbank... the back wall was made out of the bank, with maybe some bricks in places, and there was an overhaning roof held up by posts, and the rest was open. There were work benches along the wall, and someone had hung and stuffed and stacked bird skulls around the place. There were even a few heads that still had feathers on them, (One of them was a hawk, I think) but most of the skulls were clean and polished.

I started to collect the skull ones, but I knew that the person (or thing?) that had built the place might return, and they were probably a psycho or something.


This birds and death dream trend is kind of a bit disturbing, I think.

So this is the second week in a row that both of my schedules have shown up practically at the same time and had overlaps. And I feel like stabbing someone, or maybe everyone... but that's not entirely related.

What I'm trying to say is :(