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ysobelleThis has been driving me crazy for years, now. Seriously. I wish I could say I was joking, but I'm not.
Whence cometh the phrase, "Monkeys flinging poo"?
Way back when the Pgh Goth List was active, folks used it over there. That was, oh, five or six years ago. There's a whole thing about it in "Madagascar." It's on t-shirts. It's on stickers. But how the hell did it become some sort of cultural thing?
Also, I don't know what I've been eating, but my dreams of late have been so vivid and detailed. I dreamed a movie about a young couple who met and knew within ten minutes they'd be married as soon as possible. He was some kind of popular star in whatever India-like country it was, and she was a foreigner, but in the end, their wedding was a huge fete, and she road an elephant down the main road in a parade, and the people accepted and loved her. I saw some of it through her eyes-- she looked like a cousin of Angelina Jolie, while he looked like Charlie Sexton-- but for the most part, I was just so very jealous. But it was a pretty dream.
Then some time today I dreamed I was both AT Hogwarts, and IN a Harry Potter movie. I actually did a few spells myself, and they worked. They felt weird-- especially the "accio whatever" spell. It sort of...pulled at my hand. Imagine all the blood sort of being...stretched towards something. Yeesh. Anyway. There was some sort of Olympic-style competition, which is why Harry et al weren't there. And even while it was real for me, I remember thinking, "Oh, the Wenches are going to bitch about that, but then again, someone did say the next movie wouldn't focus on Harry so much." There was some kind of contest at the school, too, and some other Witch was doing something with corsets, and I was trying to blow her out of the water, when I realised everyone was looking out of the windows. I turned, and saw what at first looked like planes or helicopters. And then I realised we were being invaded by giant, flying irons. Mmhm.
And there's been some flying lately, too. Rooftops and such. A whole lost world up in the tops of abandoned buildings. Me driving around, lost in a strange city, in a reclining one-person car-- naked except for a blanket. There was a huge loft with one girl living in it-- the whole top of an old industrial building. When I walked through it, I found dozens of stalls for horses, in stadium ranks, with the boards chewed by bored equines. Near them was what looked almost like a late 1800s Meeting House or courtroom, with amazing bas relief carvings. It was full of tourists.
I wish I could figure out what I've been eating lately. Hmm.
Whence cometh the phrase, "Monkeys flinging poo"?
Way back when the Pgh Goth List was active, folks used it over there. That was, oh, five or six years ago. There's a whole thing about it in "Madagascar." It's on t-shirts. It's on stickers. But how the hell did it become some sort of cultural thing?
Also, I don't know what I've been eating, but my dreams of late have been so vivid and detailed. I dreamed a movie about a young couple who met and knew within ten minutes they'd be married as soon as possible. He was some kind of popular star in whatever India-like country it was, and she was a foreigner, but in the end, their wedding was a huge fete, and she road an elephant down the main road in a parade, and the people accepted and loved her. I saw some of it through her eyes-- she looked like a cousin of Angelina Jolie, while he looked like Charlie Sexton-- but for the most part, I was just so very jealous. But it was a pretty dream.
Then some time today I dreamed I was both AT Hogwarts, and IN a Harry Potter movie. I actually did a few spells myself, and they worked. They felt weird-- especially the "accio whatever" spell. It sort of...pulled at my hand. Imagine all the blood sort of being...stretched towards something. Yeesh. Anyway. There was some sort of Olympic-style competition, which is why Harry et al weren't there. And even while it was real for me, I remember thinking, "Oh, the Wenches are going to bitch about that, but then again, someone did say the next movie wouldn't focus on Harry so much." There was some kind of contest at the school, too, and some other Witch was doing something with corsets, and I was trying to blow her out of the water, when I realised everyone was looking out of the windows. I turned, and saw what at first looked like planes or helicopters. And then I realised we were being invaded by giant, flying irons. Mmhm.
And there's been some flying lately, too. Rooftops and such. A whole lost world up in the tops of abandoned buildings. Me driving around, lost in a strange city, in a reclining one-person car-- naked except for a blanket. There was a huge loft with one girl living in it-- the whole top of an old industrial building. When I walked through it, I found dozens of stalls for horses, in stadium ranks, with the boards chewed by bored equines. Near them was what looked almost like a late 1800s Meeting House or courtroom, with amazing bas relief carvings. It was full of tourists.
I wish I could figure out what I've been eating lately. Hmm.