Shanamadele’s Coffee Break
Pet Peeve #162Archive for pop culture
Serenity in June
What would Portland Firefly fans do without The One True B!x?� If you need your Serenity-on-a-big-screen fix, here‘s your chance to see it.� And, once again, cubespace gets a shameless promotion since they are co-hosting.
(What I want to know is who is going to babysit for us since everyone we usually rely on will be there.� We might have to *gasp* hire someone.)
I miss my “friends”
| Angel
36% amorality, 27% passion, 63% spirituality, 45% selflessness |
| To shanshu in this test means to turn up guided by morals, calm and self-controlled, spiritually guided and powerfully moved by one’s own destiny.
Kind of like I’d expect Angel to score, were he to take this test. You’re probably sort of heroic in your own life. Congratulations! If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you’re interested in the following: Thanks Again! — THE 4-VARIABLE BUFFY PERSONALITY TEST |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The 4-Variable Buffy Personality Test written by donathos on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test |
Backlighting
For my birthday, my one true love (that would be Pumpkin) got me a copy of the real first three Star Wars movies — the DVDs with wide-screen versions of the original theatrical releases, where Han Solo is a real rogue and there aren’t all these cute little robots cluttering up the place.
We watched through the bar scene tonight.� Okay, through their escape from Mos Isely.� And I realized something important about my favorite spaceships.� Think about it.� What do the Millennium Falcon, Serenity, and the Enterprise all have in common?� (No, not a sexy captain.)
Tail lights.� Big, fancy ones.�
So, maybe I am especially cranky today…
I just heard this story on (what else?) NPR about personalized billboards.� Okay, am I the only one who doesn’t want to be part of a “community” of consumers?
The bib
Mom and I had the obligatory big-box experience at Babies-R-Us. In case you’ve never been there, it is a temple to gender roles. Gaack.
Imagine my surprise and delight when I spotted a pink terrycloth bib that screamed, “I am not a boy.” How could I leave it there?
My mother does not understand why her future grandson will sport this bib. Heck, his father doesn’t quite get it. (“What, so you’re supporting them by buying this thing?”) If you get it, let me know. Sometimes, I’m not sure I do.
