Junk Of All Kinds

Drowsy Drive Awareness Day
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Okay, so remember that movie I Netflixed a week or so back? I saved it for Poker Night at thoughtbubble’s place,* which was tonight.

JEEZUS CHRIST. The movie is amazing.  It’s got everything ironychanmentioned in that review, plus a giant rainbow space station, starfields that look like Christmas lights, a woman romping around in a leather bikini and later in what appears to be a hazmat tent, a random moment where they grandly stop time for no good reason, and CHRISTOPHER PLUMMER. It is possibly the best terrible movie I have ever seen.

 

Also, while I was there I argued with thoughtbubble’s roommate about whether or not Shigeru Miyamoto actually had a hand in creating the Star Fox games.** I was on the side of He Totally Did, while the roommate insisted that I was dumb and didn't know the difference between an executive producer and a creator. Don't try that on me.  When it comes to Miyamoto, I know my shit, bitch.

In conclusion: It has been a good night. I saw an awful movie, got sick on junk food, and hung out with good friends. Plus, I was right about something. That's enough to give you a warm glow any day.
 

 

*A poker night in which the chips were Reese’s Pieces and I acted like a kid and ate my chips because I wasn’t playing anyway.  When asked why I was only eating the yellow ones, which were the second most plentiful and thus worth ten, I replied, “I’m driving up their value!”

 

**The subject came up I was making fun of the movie robot’s accent and yelled “Do a barrel roll!”, although I only use that line because it’s recognizable to others.  For me the most memorable thing Peppy would say in the 64 game was when you would collide with him on an all-range mission and he’d get indignant.  I used to seek him out just so I could run into him and hear that Texan voice squawk, “What’s the big ah-DEE-a, Fox?!”

'O Wai Kou Inoa? And WHY Kou Inoa?

For a while I’ve been meaning to ask y’all where your usernames come from, but I keep forgetting.  Then lo, this starts popping up on my friends page anyway!

 

1. My username is ______ because ______.

2. My name is _____ because ______.

3. My journal is titled ____ because ____.

4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.

5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.

 

I’ll go first:

 

1. This gets explained on my profile page, but no reason I can’t repeat it here. A padparadscha is a pinkish-orange variety of corundum (which is sapphire). It’s named after a Sanskrit term, padma raga, which means “color of a lotus blossom.”  It’s my favorite color, and I love colorful gemstones. Also, it was not taken.

 

2. Name where? My name is Amelia, because Mom’n’Dad thought I “looked like an Amelia.”  On my profile it says my name is Amuddya, which is the closest my Tae Kwon Do teacher ever got to saying my name and which I now use when talking to myself.

 

3. “The Desert Mermaid” is disgustingly rife with personal symbolism, but basically, I love the ocean and the American Southwest desert, the latter of which I grew up in, and it’s a sign that I’m a bit eccentric. Also, I collect mermaids. It seemed appropriate.

 

4. “Friends.” A lot of you are.

 

5. That would be a cropped version of this image, which Lychee drew of me after I introduced her to the Alien movies. It’s an awesome drawing, much better than a photo of me and yet still personal, and it was flattering to be thought of enough to be illustrated. And also, it serves as a warning to anyone foolish enough to cross me: anger me, and I will unleash my xenofairies upon you.

 

All righty, then. That’s me; you’re next.  Even if you don’t do this on yer blog, at least comment here and tell me what your name means.  I was ever curious, you know.