I saw that written on a car in a parking lot today... The Twilight jokes make themselves. There is some kind of huge majorette competition here this week, so campus has been infested with little girls running around in floofy neon skirts and hurling their batons around. I actually saw a girl with her hair put up in these gigantic rollers that looked like, when they were taken out, they'd leave behind a hairstyle more appropriate to a forty-year-old woman circa 1965. I also saw a young boy, clearly a brother of one of the contestants, who looked ready to implode from overexposure to girly things. He has a rough few days ahead of him.
My school hosts a ton of summer camps, so right now there are a lot more kids than college students. As I plowed through a group of soccer campers, I felt like the student body had been de-aged, and that brought up amusing images of John and the team returning to Atlantis from a mission to find everyone in the city is now a kid. Rodney babysitting Zelenka seems especially hilarious, as did John's scrunchy face of horror and consternation when he's greeted by an eleven-year-old Woolsey in a smoking jacket.
In unrelated fannish musings... ( a question on kinks )
.in other news: Right now, my brain is in one of those aimless "I would like to do things, but I'm afraid I just don't feel like concentrating for you" phases it goes through on occasion. While browsing around in a futile attempt to accomplish work, I did find this awfully interesting quotation from Tertullian (Apology 48.14-15):
AND OH YEAH. Thanks to a heads-up from my flist, I discovered this book and totally ordered it. GAY ANGEL SEX, PEOPLE. It is relevant to my interests. Also, the angel's name is Xas. I'm not kidding you.
My school hosts a ton of summer camps, so right now there are a lot more kids than college students. As I plowed through a group of soccer campers, I felt like the student body had been de-aged, and that brought up amusing images of John and the team returning to Atlantis from a mission to find everyone in the city is now a kid. Rodney babysitting Zelenka seems especially hilarious, as did John's scrunchy face of horror and consternation when he's greeted by an eleven-year-old Woolsey in a smoking jacket.
In unrelated fannish musings... ( a question on kinks )
.in other news: Right now, my brain is in one of those aimless "I would like to do things, but I'm afraid I just don't feel like concentrating for you" phases it goes through on occasion. While browsing around in a futile attempt to accomplish work, I did find this awfully interesting quotation from Tertullian (Apology 48.14-15):
The philosophers know the distinction between mysterious and common fire. The fire that serves humanity's use is one thing; the fire that ministers the judgment of God is another, whether flashing the thunderbolts from heaven, or rushing up from the earth through the mountain-tops... He who is touched by fire from heaven is safe--no fire will turn him into ashes.It gave me Ideas. Several of them, in fact.
AND OH YEAH. Thanks to a heads-up from my flist, I discovered this book and totally ordered it. GAY ANGEL SEX, PEOPLE. It is relevant to my interests. Also, the angel's name is Xas. I'm not kidding you.
