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X-Men: A good ol' disemboweling

Halloween and quizy things

Friday night was the KAOS Halloween party and I went as The Grudge. It was badarse and there were compliments on the creepy, but alas I don't have any other photos than that one of me creeping at the door of the LFoD.

On Saturday night we did our now annual horror movie Halloween with candy and delicious and scary ourselves silly. The movie selection this year was Mirrors, The Ward, Hide & Seek, and Skeleton Key. (Our warm-up during the week was Simpson's Treehouse of Horror episodes and Scream 4.)

In the middle of all this stuff we had a girly tea-party. Because.

I am 172 centimeters tall.
This makes me taller than 25.1% of men and 85.7% of women.



I was having this discussion yesterday with Lara about how I always think that I'm average height or just below average, probably because most of my friends are at least a half an inch taller than me and because both of my parents are taller. I still wish I was taller though. I feel more like my 'proper' height in a pair of high heels, which is why I don't really like wearing flats. (The 'living with people who skew the average' is the reason I always think of myself as still being flat-chested when I'm a C. I blame living with three girls who were DDs and above.)

Alison is doing NaNo right now, you guys! SHE'S A FOOL!

Bad action films made me who I am

How bad does this look?

How much will I totally be seeing it?

Don't pretend that Conan the Barbarian wasn't an important part of your childhood! ...or maybe that was just mine? You know... looking back on it... Arnold Swarchenegger really was quite involved in my formative years: Terminator(s), Predator(s), Conan(s), Total Recall (which SCARRED ME, If you're reading this, mother!)

But this Conan is different. Because this Conan is Jason Momoa and I want into his pants. Like every sane person should.
Eliza: I'm not trying to be the rebel


I've finally got around to watching season two of Dollhouse and I'm sort of shocked and amazed to find that it's actually really good. No, seriously, the second season (as opposed to the first) is not actually complete rubbish that simply annoys and frustrates me. It's kind of awesome. Eliza still can't act, god bless her little cotton socks, but I'm really enjoying it anyway.

There is apparently football/soccer going on at the moment of some important world variety. This is what I hear on the streets. It's the hot gossip. But all I can think of whenever I hear about it is this:

(Eliza, honey, I'm sorry for what I said up there about you. You know I still love you like burning and will continue to watch all things you do with a slightly naughty tingly feeling in my pants region.

You warm my heart region as well, but I didn't want to sound, you know, creepy.)