I have returned :)
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adelineI am back! We got here at 12:30, and I spent all afternoon catching up on 431 e-mails. Hehe. Feels good to be home, I missed my 'net pals so much. And ooh, ooh, m'Dashy!package got here while I was away, yay! I mean, YAAAAY! ::dances accordingly:: I just watched the Oxygen commentary, now I've just got to get this into my brain: I will not get a Brody obsession. I will not get a Brody obsession. I will not get a Brody obsession. I will not get a Brody obsession. I will not get a Brody obsession. I will not get a Brody obsession. I will not get a Brody obsession. I will not... ::sighs:: That thing is just so cool. Wow. I loved it, absolutely loved it. I'ma watch me some Newsradio episodes after I post this, now. Dashy, you ruuule! Mwah! ::kisses the Dashness all over:: Must remember to make copies of NR for the Blairyness, too. 'Cause when Ade promises something, Ade keeps her promises. ::nods:: I shall PM the Blairyness tomorrow. Hee! :D
Been reading the Luby thread at FanForum, too. I'm lovin' all the discussion between Noa and Kate and everyone, heee! ::claps:: I haven't posted there in so long, though! So! Various assorted Luby comments:
- in The Longer You Stay, I did notice how Abby referred to Luka's place as home. ::glows:: YAY! Also, do you guys also sense a particularly specific interest when she asks if he got a bed yet? >insert FF :eyebrows: smiley here< She's like, "Got anything else? Table, chairs, bed..?" Hehe, it's just the way she emphasizes that last word. Moving on... I actually happen to think Abby was going to move in with him. I mean, they did somewhat talk about it in Four Corners, even though she seemed a bit reluctant. Then, you have her referring to his place as 'home' twice in TLYS, and in Blood, Sugar, Sex, Magic, she's picking up a few things there, and a CD of hers is in the stereo. Not mentioning the couple others on his CD rack. I just find it weird that she'd keep some of her favorite CDs at her boyfriend's place. (Not that it sounds THAT crazy, but... like, you lend CDs one at a time, usually. No?) And, hello, how big is that apartment of his anyway if he was going to live alone? So, yeah, it's my belief that they were at least planning to be living together by TLYS, as in talking fairly seriously about it... And now I also happen to think that might be another reason why Abby, with her infamous emotional instability, was especially prone to internal turmoil on that specific night, which could only add fuel to the whole break-up 'niceties' fire. Conveniently, the last scene of Abby alone in her apartment looking so confused, tends to back this up in my mind. ::shrugs:: JMO.
- the opposing theories are all very, very nice, but as much as I'd like to think they didn't sleep together at the end of Flight Of Fancy, it's pretty damn obvious to me that they did. These are the ER writers we're talking about, remember? If they wanted us to get the idea that Luka and Abby kept their clothes on that night, they'd have shown a shot of them fully dressed the morning after. Or have them deny to other characters that anything of the like had happened. And personally, I'd find it to be a waste of a scene if we were supposed to think that night involved no sex. Everything in it, from the lighting to the camera movements to the actors' performances, points to comfort sex.
- season 9 and carbage: I agree that if Luka and Abby's relationship remains like it's been for most of season 8, I bet my own life that Carter will, by all means, get jealous of Luka. That said, I don't think he'll express that jealousy outwardly for a while. I'm not even sure he'll acknowledge it to himself. After a while though, all the bottled-up resentment towards Abby's attachment to Luka will have to burst out some way or another (which might very well be when Wyle gets time off to be with his wife and baby -- mm, late December, early January?). Then logically, Abby should be faced with some tough-choosing to do : the jealous-but-otherwise-'perfect' boyfriend (this is when Ade rolls her eyes all the way to the back of her skull and back in their sockets just in time to aim for the emesis basis when dinner comes back up), or the ever-faithful-and-supportive confidant-and-oh, by the way,-ex-boyfriend. Can we say ratings stunt, here? Psheesh. But all of this is, obviously, only IF the writers can keep their freaking-own characters somewhat consistent for more than two seconds per season. Which really is, as of now, about as likely as whatever else.
- agreed, that Luka reads Abby much, much better than she thinks he does. I'm trying to think of an instance where this is obvious, but I can't really think of a particular one. It seems to be a - I don't know, it's like, it's right there in plain view. I can't really explain, but I do think it's pretty clear in all of season 8. Heh, even perhaps in Fear Of Commitment... Yes! FOC is a perfect exhibit of this. Well, firstly, and quite obviously, there's his showing up in court. She never asked him to come - in fact, I seem to recall her telling him not to. But he came anyway, and in the end, it turned out that she did, indeed, need him there. I'm referring to the end scene, with her hugging and thanking him for having been there and "everything." It was also quite blatant how she appreciated the support in that courtroom, glancing at him every now and then seeking reassurance. ::nods:: Aaaaaand, let's not forget, he had Abby's feelings for her mother completely figured out before she herself did. When she asks him, rather rhethorically, why she's even struggling to get Maggie committed, he knows an answer, and he says, "because you know she needs your help, even if she doesn't want it." Which is, ultimately, what it all actually really did boil down to. See? Luka reads Abby much, much better than she gives him credit for.
- oh, Luka was definitely jealous. He was. And by TLYS, he'd reached his breaking point, of course. "You act like a school girl who can have ANY boy and treats them all like crap!" And maybe I'm naïve, though I don't think I am, but I tend to take his harsh words to mean that however pretty and special Abby might be, she's not worth him taking that much shit from her and putting up with anything in the world she could possibly want him to. He'd probably been feeling frustrated for a while and it all came out with a twist of anger. (And I'm not saying Abby's all bad and Luka's all good, either, but that's just beside the point I'm making here. :))
Wow, hehe, so much of this entry is dedicated to ER, I feel so pathetic. LOL. So, yeah, to make this a bit less ER-centric, let me tell y'all about my vacation in St-Malo. ::nods:: It was nice. The end. ::looks:: LOL, kidding! We got there at 12:30pm Wednesday, had lunch, and visited the old city in the afternoon. One word: overcrowded. I swear, the place is a serious, serious tourist magnet. Not that I didn't expect it, 'cause I've been there before, but now I'll remember not to go in August. That's maybe a bit too much of a tourist month... Anyhow, there was this sort of pottery fair, and at this small pottery workshop, kids could try their hand at pottery-making for two bucks. Hee, my cousin and I did, we were the oldest kids there. ::looks:: But it was sorta fun. I made a cup. LOL, I know, how boring. But yeah, 'twas fun. When we were finished, we took some sick-brownish clay and put it in transparent plastic bags and walked around pretending it was dog-shit. Hee, the dirty looks! Some of those were totally grand. So damn funny. We also randomly flung clay at random people, whom were quick to assume it was shit without us having to make up lame-ass excuses about the vet telling us to bring him some excrements so he could see that our doggie's digestive system was working fine... Heh, that was a blast. And then we played the Prissy Old Twit game, which is a very stupid, very funny game made up by my bro and moi after we saw this Friends episode in which Ross calls the maid at his British fiancee's residence a "Prissy Old Twit". The only rule is quite simple: spot a P.O.T. (the game was called Spot-the-pot at some point, but that could've gotten confusing *cough*), the other player(s) give you points for it, and at the end of the game, the player with the most points wins. It's a hilarious game, even though it tends to make ya look really stupid and rude when you point and laugh at people. Marion (my cousin) won, 43 000 to 41 000, despite my great 20 000-point coup. ::sighs:: But we still had fun. ;) So, over all, that was a good day.
The next day though, my mom and aunt wanted to go to the mall, and Mar and I tagged along 'cause I wanted to get postcards and we had nothing better to do anyway, LOL. So we went, and on the parking lot of the mall, as we were looking for a space to park, my aunt motions to the left (she was driving) and goes, "that car's gonna hit us, you just watch," so we all turn to look, and sure enough, this guy's coming full speed right at us, and BAM! hits the left side of the car. There was no way in hell my aunt could've swerved. I was like, "whoa!" That sorta scared me, and the car was pretty badly damaged. My aunt was crying, because she thought my uncle would be mad at her (which he never was. We tried to call him at home, on his cell and on his car-phone; even at friends' house, but he couldn't be reached.) We parked and got out of the car, Mar and I scribbled down the plate number of that old dingy car that hit us, just in case, but the driver got out and owned up to all his wrongs. They all filled an accident statement to send the insurance company, but we later found out the guy is out of insurance since May 7. Just great. And he's from a "bad" neighborhood, too, so my aunt and uncle are kind of worried they're gonna have to pay the $2,000+ repair fees. Not that they'd be hard-pressed, 'cause these guys have money, but it's more about priiide, don't you know. On the one side, I agree that the offender should be the one to pay, but then, I mean, IF ultimately it came down that they'd have to be the ones who pay, well, it shouldn't be THAT big an issue. No one was injured, we could be thankful for that. ::shrugs:: I did feel bad for my aunt, though.
I don't remember what we did on Friday. Guess we stayed home. Yeah. And Mar made me play board games all day. That got old pretty quick, I think it was that day that I missed my computer the most. ;) I explained the whole "Morton Family" deal to Mar. She's lovin' it. :P She wants her character to be the big bad's secretary, ooh! Naughty one. LOL. Oh, and we watched The Green Mile. That was such a good movie. I cried, duh. ;) Tom Hanks got an Academy Award nomination for that, right? Riiight? 'cause if he didn't, he should have. That movie was beautiful, I loved it. ::nods::
And yesterday, we went to this big-ass CD store, heeeee! Yay! I wanted to get Hoobastank's and Garbage's new CDs, but that totalled 25 bucks. I only had 27 on me and wanted to save a couple for ice cream. ::nods:: LOL. I figured I'd go with Hoobastank (13.98 bucks), but kept searching through the racks, in case they'd have anything I might want, and that's when I found DMB's "Under The Table And Dreaming" for 12.87. Woohoooooooo! Finally! Do you know how LONG I'd been wanting that? At least a year. I saw it out here in my local store once, made a note to m'self to pick it up the next day, came back the next day and it was gone. (That was so frustrating, by the way.) So, of COURSE, I took it. Am lovin' it. Yay! There's some great Luby lines, too (oh, save it, you know how obsessed I am! ;P), I especially like this one, from Ants Marching : The week ends, the week begins. She thinks, we look at each other wondering what the other is thinking, but we never say a thing. And these crimes between us grow deeper. ::sighs:: Is it me, or does that just REEK of that lovely bittersweet Luby scent? Hm-mm. Stating the obvious again, but Dave is definitely a luby. ::nods:: I might make an 'art using that quote some time.
::shakes head:: Crazy how I can relate anything back to ER and Luby... Sheesh. I should stop doing that, especially since I'm not going to watch any of season 9. But I digress... Today, we left there at 10, and we brought the teeny-tiny cutie pooch home with us, awwww. Malo. He is so so so cute. Not cuter than my dog, 'cause that's impossible :P, but a pretty damn close runner-up. He's tiny, too, and so quiet and good. Heh, he's almost like a cat, LOL. Never makes a sound, and he's very cuddly and sweet and all. And SMALL. Hehe, I already mentioned that. The reason we took him is that his family's going on a camping vacation this week and they can't bring him, so their only option other than trusting us with him was to send him to a kennel for a week. :( And we'd all rather he stay with us. So Malo's here for a week. Yay!
Alrighty! That is all for now, and methinks it's already a lot. ;) I missed you bunch! Tomorrow it's back to screen 'capping and transcribing Motherhood ::nods:: Did I mention I was actually done with act I? I am, yay! LOL. So, mmyeah, now I'm gonna go discover this Newsradio show I've heard so many good things about. ;) Let's give it up for Dash! ::throws tulip petals all around:: Yay, Dashy, watch me glow! ::glows:: <3
Been reading the Luby thread at FanForum, too. I'm lovin' all the discussion between Noa and Kate and everyone, heee! ::claps:: I haven't posted there in so long, though! So! Various assorted Luby comments:
- in The Longer You Stay, I did notice how Abby referred to Luka's place as home. ::glows:: YAY! Also, do you guys also sense a particularly specific interest when she asks if he got a bed yet? >insert FF :eyebrows: smiley here< She's like, "Got anything else? Table, chairs, bed..?" Hehe, it's just the way she emphasizes that last word. Moving on... I actually happen to think Abby was going to move in with him. I mean, they did somewhat talk about it in Four Corners, even though she seemed a bit reluctant. Then, you have her referring to his place as 'home' twice in TLYS, and in Blood, Sugar, Sex, Magic, she's picking up a few things there, and a CD of hers is in the stereo. Not mentioning the couple others on his CD rack. I just find it weird that she'd keep some of her favorite CDs at her boyfriend's place. (Not that it sounds THAT crazy, but... like, you lend CDs one at a time, usually. No?) And, hello, how big is that apartment of his anyway if he was going to live alone? So, yeah, it's my belief that they were at least planning to be living together by TLYS, as in talking fairly seriously about it... And now I also happen to think that might be another reason why Abby, with her infamous emotional instability, was especially prone to internal turmoil on that specific night, which could only add fuel to the whole break-up 'niceties' fire. Conveniently, the last scene of Abby alone in her apartment looking so confused, tends to back this up in my mind. ::shrugs:: JMO.
- the opposing theories are all very, very nice, but as much as I'd like to think they didn't sleep together at the end of Flight Of Fancy, it's pretty damn obvious to me that they did. These are the ER writers we're talking about, remember? If they wanted us to get the idea that Luka and Abby kept their clothes on that night, they'd have shown a shot of them fully dressed the morning after. Or have them deny to other characters that anything of the like had happened. And personally, I'd find it to be a waste of a scene if we were supposed to think that night involved no sex. Everything in it, from the lighting to the camera movements to the actors' performances, points to comfort sex.
- season 9 and carbage: I agree that if Luka and Abby's relationship remains like it's been for most of season 8, I bet my own life that Carter will, by all means, get jealous of Luka. That said, I don't think he'll express that jealousy outwardly for a while. I'm not even sure he'll acknowledge it to himself. After a while though, all the bottled-up resentment towards Abby's attachment to Luka will have to burst out some way or another (which might very well be when Wyle gets time off to be with his wife and baby -- mm, late December, early January?). Then logically, Abby should be faced with some tough-choosing to do : the jealous-but-otherwise-'perfect' boyfriend (this is when Ade rolls her eyes all the way to the back of her skull and back in their sockets just in time to aim for the emesis basis when dinner comes back up), or the ever-faithful-and-supportive confidant-and-oh, by the way,-ex-boyfriend. Can we say ratings stunt, here? Psheesh. But all of this is, obviously, only IF the writers can keep their freaking-own characters somewhat consistent for more than two seconds per season. Which really is, as of now, about as likely as whatever else.
- agreed, that Luka reads Abby much, much better than she thinks he does. I'm trying to think of an instance where this is obvious, but I can't really think of a particular one. It seems to be a - I don't know, it's like, it's right there in plain view. I can't really explain, but I do think it's pretty clear in all of season 8. Heh, even perhaps in Fear Of Commitment... Yes! FOC is a perfect exhibit of this. Well, firstly, and quite obviously, there's his showing up in court. She never asked him to come - in fact, I seem to recall her telling him not to. But he came anyway, and in the end, it turned out that she did, indeed, need him there. I'm referring to the end scene, with her hugging and thanking him for having been there and "everything." It was also quite blatant how she appreciated the support in that courtroom, glancing at him every now and then seeking reassurance. ::nods:: Aaaaaand, let's not forget, he had Abby's feelings for her mother completely figured out before she herself did. When she asks him, rather rhethorically, why she's even struggling to get Maggie committed, he knows an answer, and he says, "because you know she needs your help, even if she doesn't want it." Which is, ultimately, what it all actually really did boil down to. See? Luka reads Abby much, much better than she gives him credit for.
- oh, Luka was definitely jealous. He was. And by TLYS, he'd reached his breaking point, of course. "You act like a school girl who can have ANY boy and treats them all like crap!" And maybe I'm naïve, though I don't think I am, but I tend to take his harsh words to mean that however pretty and special Abby might be, she's not worth him taking that much shit from her and putting up with anything in the world she could possibly want him to. He'd probably been feeling frustrated for a while and it all came out with a twist of anger. (And I'm not saying Abby's all bad and Luka's all good, either, but that's just beside the point I'm making here. :))
Wow, hehe, so much of this entry is dedicated to ER, I feel so pathetic. LOL. So, yeah, to make this a bit less ER-centric, let me tell y'all about my vacation in St-Malo. ::nods:: It was nice. The end. ::looks:: LOL, kidding! We got there at 12:30pm Wednesday, had lunch, and visited the old city in the afternoon. One word: overcrowded. I swear, the place is a serious, serious tourist magnet. Not that I didn't expect it, 'cause I've been there before, but now I'll remember not to go in August. That's maybe a bit too much of a tourist month... Anyhow, there was this sort of pottery fair, and at this small pottery workshop, kids could try their hand at pottery-making for two bucks. Hee, my cousin and I did, we were the oldest kids there. ::looks:: But it was sorta fun. I made a cup. LOL, I know, how boring. But yeah, 'twas fun. When we were finished, we took some sick-brownish clay and put it in transparent plastic bags and walked around pretending it was dog-shit. Hee, the dirty looks! Some of those were totally grand. So damn funny. We also randomly flung clay at random people, whom were quick to assume it was shit without us having to make up lame-ass excuses about the vet telling us to bring him some excrements so he could see that our doggie's digestive system was working fine... Heh, that was a blast. And then we played the Prissy Old Twit game, which is a very stupid, very funny game made up by my bro and moi after we saw this Friends episode in which Ross calls the maid at his British fiancee's residence a "Prissy Old Twit". The only rule is quite simple: spot a P.O.T. (the game was called Spot-the-pot at some point, but that could've gotten confusing *cough*), the other player(s) give you points for it, and at the end of the game, the player with the most points wins. It's a hilarious game, even though it tends to make ya look really stupid and rude when you point and laugh at people. Marion (my cousin) won, 43 000 to 41 000, despite my great 20 000-point coup. ::sighs:: But we still had fun. ;) So, over all, that was a good day.
The next day though, my mom and aunt wanted to go to the mall, and Mar and I tagged along 'cause I wanted to get postcards and we had nothing better to do anyway, LOL. So we went, and on the parking lot of the mall, as we were looking for a space to park, my aunt motions to the left (she was driving) and goes, "that car's gonna hit us, you just watch," so we all turn to look, and sure enough, this guy's coming full speed right at us, and BAM! hits the left side of the car. There was no way in hell my aunt could've swerved. I was like, "whoa!" That sorta scared me, and the car was pretty badly damaged. My aunt was crying, because she thought my uncle would be mad at her (which he never was. We tried to call him at home, on his cell and on his car-phone; even at friends' house, but he couldn't be reached.) We parked and got out of the car, Mar and I scribbled down the plate number of that old dingy car that hit us, just in case, but the driver got out and owned up to all his wrongs. They all filled an accident statement to send the insurance company, but we later found out the guy is out of insurance since May 7. Just great. And he's from a "bad" neighborhood, too, so my aunt and uncle are kind of worried they're gonna have to pay the $2,000+ repair fees. Not that they'd be hard-pressed, 'cause these guys have money, but it's more about priiide, don't you know. On the one side, I agree that the offender should be the one to pay, but then, I mean, IF ultimately it came down that they'd have to be the ones who pay, well, it shouldn't be THAT big an issue. No one was injured, we could be thankful for that. ::shrugs:: I did feel bad for my aunt, though.
I don't remember what we did on Friday. Guess we stayed home. Yeah. And Mar made me play board games all day. That got old pretty quick, I think it was that day that I missed my computer the most. ;) I explained the whole "Morton Family" deal to Mar. She's lovin' it. :P She wants her character to be the big bad's secretary, ooh! Naughty one. LOL. Oh, and we watched The Green Mile. That was such a good movie. I cried, duh. ;) Tom Hanks got an Academy Award nomination for that, right? Riiight? 'cause if he didn't, he should have. That movie was beautiful, I loved it. ::nods::
And yesterday, we went to this big-ass CD store, heeeee! Yay! I wanted to get Hoobastank's and Garbage's new CDs, but that totalled 25 bucks. I only had 27 on me and wanted to save a couple for ice cream. ::nods:: LOL. I figured I'd go with Hoobastank (13.98 bucks), but kept searching through the racks, in case they'd have anything I might want, and that's when I found DMB's "Under The Table And Dreaming" for 12.87. Woohoooooooo! Finally! Do you know how LONG I'd been wanting that? At least a year. I saw it out here in my local store once, made a note to m'self to pick it up the next day, came back the next day and it was gone. (That was so frustrating, by the way.) So, of COURSE, I took it. Am lovin' it. Yay! There's some great Luby lines, too (oh, save it, you know how obsessed I am! ;P), I especially like this one, from Ants Marching : The week ends, the week begins. She thinks, we look at each other wondering what the other is thinking, but we never say a thing. And these crimes between us grow deeper. ::sighs:: Is it me, or does that just REEK of that lovely bittersweet Luby scent? Hm-mm. Stating the obvious again, but Dave is definitely a luby. ::nods:: I might make an 'art using that quote some time.
::shakes head:: Crazy how I can relate anything back to ER and Luby... Sheesh. I should stop doing that, especially since I'm not going to watch any of season 9. But I digress... Today, we left there at 10, and we brought the teeny-tiny cutie pooch home with us, awwww. Malo. He is so so so cute. Not cuter than my dog, 'cause that's impossible :P, but a pretty damn close runner-up. He's tiny, too, and so quiet and good. Heh, he's almost like a cat, LOL. Never makes a sound, and he's very cuddly and sweet and all. And SMALL. Hehe, I already mentioned that. The reason we took him is that his family's going on a camping vacation this week and they can't bring him, so their only option other than trusting us with him was to send him to a kennel for a week. :( And we'd all rather he stay with us. So Malo's here for a week. Yay!
Alrighty! That is all for now, and methinks it's already a lot. ;) I missed you bunch! Tomorrow it's back to screen 'capping and transcribing Motherhood ::nods:: Did I mention I was actually done with act I? I am, yay! LOL. So, mmyeah, now I'm gonna go discover this Newsradio show I've heard so many good things about. ;) Let's give it up for Dash! ::throws tulip petals all around:: Yay, Dashy, watch me glow! ::glows:: <3
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Of course I don't mind if you add me..am really surprised how many peolpe I know have this LJ..wow!
I'll add you too..okay?