Textile-Telekinesis!

"Yatta! Benkyo shimashita!"

2009-12-03T02:05:37Z

Which means "I did it! I studied!" and is what I said as I was leaving from my kanji quiz today.
The poor shy TA from Japan just about choked to death laughing at me and my joy over being marginally less pathetic a student than usual. She's also probably really happy to not have to grade my butchery of her language this time too.

Yaaaay.

Because sometimes my logic is too special even for me.

2009-11-21T04:42:55Z

"The Super-Catwalk... of Space!"

What the hell is that?
Apparently it's my own friends-page. Um.

I never use the thing, because time-was everybody you friended was on there, not just the ones you were "watching" (which sounds totally creeper btw). And I was in about a billion comics fandom communities, and our dearly-departed Scans_Daily alone was enough to spit out 10-pages-a-day of back-log.
So I never bothered with it.

But now, because I keep missing the latest gossip in JE fandom, I figured I'd give it another shot. So I went through and cleaned the thing up, and then got side-tracked in another tab (*is totally the Tab-Queen*).

And then I looked at my tabs and saw "The Super-Catwalk... of Space!" and thought "Wow! Somebody else in JE is a Legion fan too?! How exciting!!"

Nope. It's just me.

I should write myself letters and shit, because apparently I'll forget all about it, and just think I've made a new friend. Geez.

~~To 2004-Self: Why is it even a catwalk? IDEK.~~

Damnit, Fall needs to freakin' wait a few more months (or half-year more like)

2009-07-19T04:12:09Z

Waaaaaaah! (<-sound of me whiiiining)

How has it come to be that my only real options for this fall are CSU Dominguez Hills... or NEET-dom.

SCUDH Pros:
BA Anthropology, with potential focus in Archaeology
BA Philosophy: Religious Studies

And let's face facts, it's now the only CSU in the entire region that's still open.

SCUDH Cons:
Carson, CA.
Carson, CA.
And for good measure, Carson, CA.

Waaaaaaaaaaaah! I love my condo and my roomies, I don't want to mooooooove!

HOOOOOONMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

2009-07-14T15:59:24Z

HOLY CRAP.
I PROBABLY SHOULD NOT HAVE WATCHED THE QUIZ SHOW GOLDEN FINAL IMMEDIATELY AFTER DRIVING 8 HOURS STRAIGHT ALL NIGHT BACK FROM CAMPING.
I DON'T REALLY CARE THOUGH.
HOLY CRAP.
HOLY CRAP.
HOLY CRAP.

HONMAAA!

...

YOKOOO!

EHM. SOMEBODY GET THAT BOY AN AWARD, STAT.

UM. AND SOME TISSUES.

AND MAYBE A MOP.

HOLY CRAP.

i r a dumb.

2009-06-26T08:29:02Z

I got home just now from my parents' place where we were watching the ending of Maou, and as I was coming up the stairs to see Bree, I was all set to get onto a roll about how much it pissesmeoff!/kindofimpressesme! that my father has this uncanny ability to wait until the absolute-heaviest, most climactic scene of any film, and utterly ruin it by opening his obnoxious mouth with some ignorant white-trash, dumb-ass comment.

That may sound a tad harsh...but seriously he does it every time! During everything! If we watched Bambi he'd wait until "Your mother can't be with you anymore" to tell us how bloodsports are a noble manlyAmericanman's-man's pastime, and anyone who disagrees is obviously a commie faggot. He'd probably throw in a whiney lisp and limp wrist for good measure, because that always goes over so well with my mom and me (I think I've been making the "Maou-face" long before Ohno). It's like either a statistical miracle, or my father is a sadistic evil genius...Hmm...

So as I'm getting up the last few steps and I see Alex and Bree in their room, I start into it, "You know, I think my dad has some kind of super-power! I mean freakin' seriously, anytime we're in the middle of watching something..." And this is of course when I notice the big huge OMG!dramatic scene currently unfurling on the TV beside me. "Um. Nevermind."

I think they're watching Letters from Iwo Jima. There may even have been a crying Nino. Crap.

This post is about me hiding in my room with my tail between my legs, lamenting the fact that "inability to read the atmosphere" is apparently hereditary. Crap crap crap.

APRIL&BREE LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND

2009-06-23T09:47:21Z

So what if I was mildly interested in seeing if I would go an entire year without an update, like my MySpace.
THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT. (THIS IS SO IMPORTANT I WILL USE ALL CAPS, LIKE THE END OF ORDER OF THE PHOENIX.)
PRESENTING:
THE BEBE-YOKO PIC-SPAM OF COMPLETE AND UTTER WIN.

DAMN YOU, APRIL, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. AND BREE, YOU ENABLER YOU. "DOWNFALL OF MY ADULT LIFE" FOR REALZ.

I'm nearly speechless, so I'm glad he isn't.

2008-11-13T23:58:36Z

So back on the 5th I went about my day with a smile, not even bothering to look anything up, knowing that my country had made the right choice, and secure in my belief that surely my state had done the same.
Then I got home and found out the truth.
And then I got so drunk that I passed out for the first time in years, and tried to convince myself it was all just some terrible, wacky dream because surely there weren't that many hate-filled hearts living all around me.
Surely?

What happened to us, California? How is this possible?

Just because...

2008-06-10T04:35:16Z

http://www.badassoftheweek.com/kirk.html

This needs no explanation.

2008-02-28T22:59:33Z

"David Hewlett how are you so awesome?"

2008-02-23T09:06:03Z

I'm loving this fandom more and more every day.

I think McShep is my new Anti-Drug.

2008-02-08T04:46:20Z

Let's hear a big a "YAY!" for newly joined fandoms, and newly discovered slash-ships! Man, I think I'm pretty average in admitting that the prime reason for me getting into SGA is that Joe Flanigan is gorgeous. But what does it say about me that one of the main pull factors for getting me to watch a show is if I've seen a lot of slash around? Hmm,.. it says that I'm a shallow pervert. And a very happy one at that. Here, let me share my joy with you:

This fanvid is simply the cutest thing I think I've ever seen. The end.

(Man, I need a Shep-whump icon now. Just because this fandom has the best slang ever!)

I'll bother to put a real header on this later...

2007-12-19T10:16:57Z

Title: "Names, Part 2" (Yeah, I'm unoriginal.)
Author:denimdamsel
Pairing: Webgott (Joe-centric this time around)
Rating: Teen? For excessive parallel structure? Heh. And some pre-slash?
Disclaimers: I own nothing, gain nothing but enjoyment, and intend no harm.
Summary: Web's way of over-thinking things is starting to rub off on Joe.
Link: "Names, Part 1" (Web-POV)
A/N: Thanks so much to udontknoowme, for the eleventh-hour beta, and putting up with my whiny-writerly-hand-wringing! Anything crap in this is definitely mine. Ooh, and thanks to shiftydiskogirl for the little nudge a while back to start working on this again, I never would have gotten it done otherwise!
Feedback: Please! I really, really need some constructive criticism! This is only my third fanfic ever, I need tips to improve!

Joseph D. Liebgott calls David Kenyon Webster “Web”. He tries not to think of all the reasons why.

The problem is that Webster’s way of over-thinking things is contagious. For someone so prone to fits of prattling on and on, you’d think he was just one of those guys who couldn’t stand silence and had to fill it every chance he got. Or someone who just loved the sound of his own voice, like many of Easy thought. But Webster isn’t one of those types, because there’s also long stretches where he’ll just sit there, watching something, watching nothing, mouth closed and eyes so open. Again, contagious, because Joe never used to watch people the way that Webster makes him watch him.

And in watching Web, Joe begins to realize that, for him at least, the most dangerous times are not the times when Webster’s mouth is closed, as his shockingly-clear eyes map out the Austrian snow-caps, or the rippling surface of Zell Am See; the most dangerous times aren’t even when Webster speaks, smooth and measured, taking just a little more time to taste each “Harvard-Lit”, perfectly chosen word.

No, the most dangerous times are the in-between, when Webster’s mouth is open but no words are coming out, and those wide blue eyes appear to stop reflecting the world outside and instead seem to open in. Joe has only looked at Webster directly like that a handful of times, and Web always starts and looks away, like a caught kid slamming a lid. It’s strange (and Joe hates himself a little for letting his own head sound like one of the awful paper-back romance novels his mother was always hiding on the top of the china hutch) but those moments when his eyes lock onto Webster’s, it really is like drowning.

It’s like when he was a kid, too stupid to be careful like his grandpa had warned, and he’d fallen over the edge of the ferry. It had been late-afternoon, and the sun was just getting ready to set, low over the mouth of the bay, making the water look like foil. In the shadow of the ferry, where the light didn’t reflect, Joseph thought he caught a glimpse of something darting down in the depths. The next thing he knew he was slipping over the railing.

He still remembers the shock of the cold water, the sudden hush and dimming; still looking down into the deep, and finally seeing what looked like a leopard shark struggling in a torn bit of fishing net, thrashing silvery in the filtered light. He remembers being frozen with both fear and fascination, slowly sinking, caught by the image. Then strong arms clamping around him, dragging him back up, the return of harsh sound, his grandpa’s shouting, the men who pulled him back onboard; the reflection on the surface cutting him off, when a moment before he could see for fathoms. He remembers being so angry.

He didn’t used to remember it like that, thinking about how best to describe the sights and feelings; not until he started listening to David Kenyon Webster, started stealing glances over the other man’s shoulder when he wrote. Not until he had a reason to remember all the frilly names for ideas from his one year of high school English.

Webster could talk for hours about similes and metaphors if you let him. Joe starts to build some for him. He thinks of the shark, wild and flashing, caught in the net. A sort of darker version of the proverbial butterfly caught in the web. Webster would probably groan at the cliché. Joe hopes he wouldn’t care.

Joseph D. Liebgott calls David Kenyon Webster “Web” for many reasons: it’s short, simple, familiar while not as close as “David”, or the unimaginable, “Kenyon”.

But frighteningly, most of all, it’s just too perfect a metaphor.

denimdamsel @ 2007-12-04T00:59:00

2007-12-04T10:12:24Z

Holy-crap Heroes people, that was totally not sub-text! The only way that could have been any less sub is if you'd just written in a full-on Sylar/Mohinder mouth-raping kiss (like we all know the fanfic writers will be providing by tomorrow). *does a little yayslash!dance* Sylar's big, creepy man-crush on Mohinder is sooooooo canon.
I mean, I know I walk through life with permanent slash-tinted glasses on and all, but there is just no way I imagined all of that. There were just too many double-edged lines, too many lingering looks... I kept expecting Maya to say something.
In related news, I love love love the fact that Sendhil Ramamurthy says that the most common question he gets on the street is "When are Mohinder and Sylar getting back together?"

Damn, I need a Heroes icon...
Wish I had that one of Sylar driving in the desert saying "I'm coming, Mohinder..." Hahaha!

denimdamsel @ 2007-10-28T15:22:00

2007-10-28T22:35:55Z

You paid attention during 97% of high school!

85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don't get scores that high! Good show, old chap!

Do you deserve your high school diploma?
Create a Quiz

Wow, and I didn't even cheat by Googling stuff. Although to be honest, I suspect I learned more than a bit of that in college. California is a strange place, education-wise; bottom of the barrel in public K-12, yet two of the best state university systems in the nation. So I guess that means we'll catch back up, so long as we manage to barely make it in? Dumb.
(Thank God there wasn't a spelling question. Damn you, VUSD, you FAILED!)

LEGION! I love you FOREVER!

2007-10-15T06:59:13Z

I don't think I really need to write anything. I think that by watching this clip you will know exactly what I'm thinking.

(Buuuut oh em GEE, Brainy! ...Lyle needs to insert himself into the situation stat. Especially now that it won't look like freakin' shota)

BoB meme I ganked

2007-09-14T06:58:15Z

So, since I'm bored and waiting on a friend to call to go get dinner, I grabbed this meme from somewhere on the BoB journals. I should do more of these, they're fun.

Fill in the blanks with your choice of words in one single sentence for each questions.

Winters is __a WOMBAT__.
He has __very artsy eyebrows__.
He should __get drunk with Nix__.

Nixon is __squishy__.
He has __rock-star aviators and booze__.
He should __share with me and Dick__.

Speirs is __freaky-hot__.
He has __scary cat-eyes and fangs__.
He should __get hugged more often__.

Next, pick your favourite BoB boys, and repeat the same questions above.

Webster is an emo-kid
He has a journal and a perfect hair-line
He should cheer up with Joe or Christensen

Lipton is a mama-bear
He has a whole company of mouthy cubs
He should make Speirs be the big, scary papa

Welsh is a feisty little leprechaun
He has an awesome gap-toofy grin
He should figure Kitty won't mind, and go play with the boys more often.

Lastly, for each 10 names given, please state ONE word within 5 seconds , that comes first to your mind :

SPEIRS : TEETH
LIEBGOTT : Kicked
WINTERS : WOMBAT
NIXON : Fuzzy
LUZ : Ham
WEBSTER : Blue
MALARKEY : Counseling
"BABE" HEFFRON : Munchkin
ROE : Mouse
COMPTON : Buns

*looks back at her answers* Yep, I'm a perv, heeheehee.

HP 7...So when do we get the REAL book? (Spoiler free)

2007-07-23T01:57:11Z

It's a hoax right?
The joke is that "J.K." stands for "JUUUUST KIDDING!", and I get my real book on the 31st, yeah?

Yeah?

So-long, CSU. I won't be missing you.

2007-05-18T06:19:06Z

Next week is my last week of this bull. Hallelujah!
As much as I was chomping at the bit for 18 years to get out of the crazy ol' Hometown, and as much as I may love San Francisco, I can't handle this state-school cac anymore. I must be the only loser around who wasted a whole year after graduating waiting to get into their supposed-ideal university, not going to a JC, and then after a year at said 4-year-uni, realized it absolutely sucks, and is now returning to crazy Hometown and JC, two years out of high school, when everyone else is nearly up for their transfers. Ahrgh. Sometimes I'm almost as fed-up with myself as the Old Man generally is.
I just have to keep telling myself that what I may not have gained in GE units, I made up for in "life experience", or some other euphemistic rational that my mother tries to comfort me with. Strangely enough, I am actually going to miss my current roomies, and not just the sweet, amiable one, but the crazy, acid-has-burnt-holes-in-my-brain-so-now-I-steal-shit-and-giggle-a-lot one. I've come to appreciate her rather unique outlook on life, and value the contrast with my own that she's provided for the last year of my life. Plus, I've realized that she really is very nice. To most people. Most of the time.
And I'm going to miss the city. God, am I going to miss the city! But the thing that makes the parting not quite as hard is that I know I'm going to live here again, and not in a dorm. Someday I'll be financially secure and I'll be one of those pretentious middle-aged poetry types living in one of the pretty three-story townhouses in the Haight-Ashbury. Or my brother and I can share a place in the Castro. Oooo, we can run a hostel, and I can write about all the fabulous people we meet, and he can teach music somewhere and play for the SF Phyl. Someday, someday…

The upside to moving back home is the possibility of living with <lj user="udontknoowme">. Heeeeck yay-yah! You just know that if we do end up splitting a place with Jess and Steph that said house will be by far the center of awesomeness for the entire Tri-City area.

I just have to endure on last week! I should probably go tell those admin bastards that I won't be coming back, so could they please wrap up all my units in a doggy-bag, kthx.
It's just two finals to go. I don't know what to do with myself.
Which reminds me, I can't even turn to my time-tested, much-loved source of distraction anymore: The Slash Page Data-Base Project is no more! Farewell, my youth! I've made an icon in remembrance.

FIC: "Names"

2007-04-15T03:02:59Z

AUGH. I can't believe I'm actually posting this. I can't believe I actually wrote this! For the past 7 years (since I got the freakin' internet!) I've managed to mostly keep away from writing fanfic. As if meerly lurking didn't already take up most of my free time. Curse you Band of Brothers and your irresistable slashmosphere!

Title: "Names"
Author: DenimDamsel
Pairing: Webgott (mostly Web-centric)
Rating: barely PG-13? For some language and general EMO!WEB
Disclaimers: I own nothing, gain nothing but enjoyment, and intend no harm.
Summary: Webster considers the names they all use for each other, what they reveal, and what he needs to hide.
A/N: Warning!:Un-beta'd, first BoB fic, second real attempt at fanfic ever. Read at your own risk, all ye splendid BoB fandom writers!

Joseph D. Liebgott calls David Kenyon Webster “Web”. But David Kenyon Webster makes sure to call Joseph D. Liebgott “Joe”.

No one else seems to think much about it. Names are the real signs of standing in the military, far more telling than the chevrons on a sleeve. In basic training they all learned to start out with last names, the plain black letters printed on white patches of cloth, stitched to the breasts of their clean new fatigues. As men broke in their jump-boots together, took their meals together, ran Currahee together, the last names got shortened for some and others received handles. Malarkey to “Malark”, Powers to “Shifty”, Lipton to “Lip”, Perconte to “Perco”, Randleman to “Bull”. Liebgott to “Leib”. For most.

Even though Kenyon first found himself in HQ company at Taccoa, he made sure to spend enough time running errands to Easy for it’s men to move from Webster to “Web”. Once he got his transfer and went through Normandy and Holland with them, to some he was even “Dave”.

But after four months away, when he gets back to an Easy that’s just been through hell without him, he’s shocked at how much contempt the two syllables of his last name can hold.

The thought comes quite a while after he’s had time to process what should have been his first indication, that first time he opened his mouth.

“George Luz! "

"Yeah?"

"It's me! Oh come on, I haven’t been gone that long.” He’d said, grinning like the goddamn trusting fool he’s always been, with only the faintest hint of foreboding creeping up the back of his tongue.

“Jesus. Yes you have.” Luz wasn’t joking, wasn’t smiling and really Kenyon, he thinks to himself later, you should have taken one look at this shell of the laughing man you once knew and kept your damn mouth shut. But that has never been his nature. Maybe the broken, black and white forests of Bastone would have drained the words from him, maybe he would have breathed them out onto the frozen air, like his own ghost slipping away with his heat.

But as it stands, “maybe” is just one more word. More and more, Kenyon suspects that he’s made of nothing but words, chasing each other randomly through his veins, banging around until they fall out of his mouth or he forces them out through his fingers. So, so many words, but none of them ever enough. Never enough for himself, and certainly not enough for Liebgott and the rest of Easy Company.

Lieb. Joe. Kenyon endured Haguenau, and there was no one more surprised than he that Liebgott’s hand is the first he earned back. Surprised, despite however much he might have allowed himself to wish.

After that, he tries to be content that he has regained “Web”. It wouldn’t sting at all if not for the fact that somewhere along the way, no doubt the Ardennes, Luz became “George”, Malark became “Don”, Perco became “Frank”. Just not for him. “Lieb” or “Joe” are nearly interchangeable. But again, not for him.

David Kenyon Webster does not call Joseph D. Liebgott “Leib”, like some of the other men. Because he speaks enough German to know the meaning of the word. Rather, he calls him “Joe” because, while others may think it presumptuous, in Kenyon’s own mind it’s a far safer name. Familiar still, but farther from the dangerous truth.

He never forgets that Joseph D. Liebgott speaks German too.

WEBGOTT IS EATING MY BRAAAAAIN!

2007-04-04T04:58:14Z

Ahrg! Just when I thought classes were going to wrestle away all my attention, my roomies have to go and play a song that absolutely screams "WEBGOTT OH EM GEE!!!ONE". The song in question is "Somewhere a Clock is Ticking" by Snow Patrol, and has been the soundtrack to my consciousness for the past 3 days straight.
In particular the second verse:

"Every second dripping off my finger-tips
    (I could do most anything to you)
Wage your war, wage your war
    (I could do most anything to you)
Another soldier says he's not afraid to die
    (I could do most anything to you)
Well I am scared, I'm so scared
    (I could do most anything to you)"

I so, so need to learn how to make a fan-vid for this.

In other BoB related news, Bastone had to go and make an uncomfortable cameo in my scribbling, via some disturbing meshing of The Lord's Prayer and The Hollow Men.

A Soldier Lays Dying

Give us this day

just

Give us this day

please

Forgive

please

As we forgive

help

Deliver us from

here

“For thine is

Life is

For thine is the”

Kingdom

life is not so long

And the power

not mine

And the glory

where, where?

Forever

(oh God, oh God)

Que es esto? Posts within two weeks of each other? "Posts within two months of each other?!" Damn you Webster, why must you be so pretty and slash-tastic?!

Chinese slashers dig the Webgott too, apparently

2007-03-21T19:56:56Z

Oh man do I love machine translations, they're such a giggle! I had Google translate this chinese fanfic, and the whole thing was pretty wonderful but this line really stood out:

"Tonight the first German burning flares have finished, ashes are falling, he knew Liebgott is approaching.
'You are a good target, Web, who would give up a night of shooting American soldiers equipped with the arts? ' "

*chortles* Oh, I am filled with glee! Glee, I tell you!

denimdamsel @ 2007-03-05T21:30:00

2007-03-06T05:32:17Z

Um. I really just wanted to use my new icon. That is all.

Donnie!

2006-12-22T01:07:05Z

Why is Donnie Wahlberg one of the most captivating dramatic actors of the day? Simple: he used to dance a lot.
I present to you:

New Kids on the Block - "Cover Girl"
(Scary that I wish I was that little girl, considering she's probably older than me...)

Also worth a look (and a laugh) is the video for "Games".
Just imagine Mama Lipton saying "...it's about bein' smart, you suckaaaaaaaaa---"

"I'm gonna betchslap you, shetbag!"

2006-12-19T05:28:56Z

I realize that I am likely the last person on Earth to have found out about this, but on the off chance that I introduce even one other unbeknownst-to-them-deprived person to the wonder that is Kelly, I will have done my good deed for, oh say, the year. Because Kelly will change your life, yes yes.

Those Shoes are mine, betch.

(You can't) txt-msg brkup!

And, while not Kelly, still Liam:

Muffins!

For more on Kelly (and Liam) check out www.betchslap.com

*end DD's Public Service Announcement*

IDIOTIC STATE SCHOOL SYSTEM.

2006-12-11T23:49:42Z

Grrrrr. I am supposed to register for spring classes today, but seeing as this is a state school, where pointless bureaucracy is the end-all be-all, can I? Of course not, the network is down. Never mind the fact that they knew it was going to crash, as it's crashed every semester for years, and could have, I don't know, FIXED IT. No no, that would be efficient, which is the antonym of "government-run system", so we couldn't possibly plan ahead, oh no.
Damnit, I need to be studying for finals. Or registering for classes, more like.
Eh, I think I'll just hunt down some more Webgott. I need icons leik woah.