so happy, mister bradley
oh, generation kill. how have i not heard of you for so long? you are awesome and hilarious and occasionally make me cry, and i kind of love everyone in you* to the point where i can't even pick a favorite. i mean, obviously i have a big gooey soft spot for brad and nate, but poke is the man, and oh pappy (tear), and lilley with the camera, and ohgod ray should never stop talking. seriously, i would pay cash money for, like, a cd of him babbling about ridiculous shit for hours on end. i don't care what anyone thinks, his theory of war is kind of brilliant. even sixta cracks my shit up.

i think the thing that tickles me the most, though, is that the only guy they could think of to play rudy reyes was in fact rudy reyes. BECAUSE HE WAS TOO UNIQUE. and, even while surrounded by professional actors who are paid to be beautiful, he's still the prettiest. i mean, shit, you guys, this is a man who actually rolled into battle with three kinds of moisturizer and an espresso maker. he's an adorable, vegetarian, sushi-eating buddhist who also happens to be a cold-blooded marine corps killer. it's a lot to wrap your head around.

also he is built like something by michelangelo, but that is neither here nor there.

foto evidence )

i was kind of afraid to watch the series because i didn't think it would measure up to the book, which was brilliant, but i was gloriously wrong. and the best part is, i'm only two episodes in, so i still have five more that i get to watch for the first time! boss!

aand no one on my flist is going to know what the hell i'm talking about. i am assured of this. D:

*except for trombley, because he's a fucking psycho.
 
 
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so happy, mister bradley
04 October 2009 @ 01:49 pm
ugh you guys i am at work wearing a cardigan. i am officially OLD.

next on my list of things i swore i would never do: granny sweaters and prunes and a pearl necklace and earrings that match. i can SEE it.

SOB. D: D: D:
 
 
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listening to: barry muthafuckin white - let's git it OOON
 
 
so happy, mister bradley
08 June 2009 @ 10:28 am
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happy birthday, [info]defaultlyric!

i am glad you have had excellent birthday shenanigans already and i hope they continue today. love you, miss you, wish i could be there to stuff you full of cake. GIANT PADAHUGS!
 
 
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05 June 2009 @ 02:51 pm
UGH UGH UGH I AM ON TWITTER. this is all your fault, misha collins. i hope the queen never lets you go.

also, my hypothetical future spawn that we have previously discussed? i am totally naming that kid dafydd tiberius. NO REASON.
 
 
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29 May 2009 @ 01:42 pm
aaaah star trek!

i must see it again. and srsly, bring on the fic. where is it i need it.
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so happy, mister bradley
17 May 2009 @ 11:51 pm
  1. 1. got my computer back. it's all cleaned up and has a new screen that actually works and i need to get a bigger external hard drive to transfer all my crap onto, i'm torn between the seagate freeagent go and the western digital passport but leaning more towards the seagate right now because it seems less likely to scratch. advice welcome.

  2. got a part-time job that may not look like complete crap on my resume, so i may not entirely starve before i stop being too depressed and unmotivated to look for a real job.

  3. most everything is still pretty much pants.

  4. the kitten is returned from the land of exile (i.e., the sunporch) as her peeing problem seems to have been caused by some sort of urinary tract infection which she now appears to be over. i really really hope that she does not relapse, i do not enjoy cleaning up puddles of kitten pee.

  5. still need to see star trek.

  6. i finished the new mary russell book last night and i am still of two minds about it.
 
 
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01 May 2009 @ 09:02 pm
also i have five dreamwidth invite codes up for grabs, comment with your email of choice if you want one.
 
 
so happy, mister bradley
01 May 2009 @ 02:44 pm
so the goddamn backlight on my laptop just went out last night - poof! - causing me to spend literally hours shining a flashlight on the screen IN A PANIC trying to get all my files onto the external hard drive before the entire machine just explodes or whatever, because that really seems like the next logical step.

so did not need this. D:
 
 
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15 March 2009 @ 01:42 pm
UGH EGGS EGGS EVERYTHING IS EGGS. yoga this morning was full of the most incredibly loud breathers, like a whole class full of darth vaders or those people who call you and just breathe heavily at you instead of saying hello. also there were far too many people and it took much planning to make sure i wasn't going to whack the guy next to me in the head or something. seriously, we were doing that, idk, spread your legs and bend over with your hands on the floor or whatever asana, which is vaguely dirty at the best of times, and all i can see is the back of this guy's head behind me and all i can think is that he's going to stand up and headbutt me in a not-sharing place and we are both going to be very embarrassed and can i stand up now pls. and i was not at my best this morning anyway and felt very constricted and COULDN'T BREATHE i mean SERIOUSLY how hard is BREATHING but NO so EGGS EGGS UGH YUCK.

mostly though it's just gray and wet and cold outside and is the kind of day where really the only thing you can do is take a hot bath and just wait for it to be over, but i can't take a bath all day, i'd get bored within an hour and also, pruney toes, bleh. what to do, what to do. CLOSE THE DRAPES, I CAN'T BEAR THE WORLD TODAY. D:

anyway, go read this, i laffed, it is very excellent if you like that sort of thing which is merlin with breasts which everyone should like so go read it, GO.
 
 
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so happy, mister bradley
24 February 2009 @ 09:48 pm
"... In the secret parts of his peculiar brain, those unhappy and inextricable tangles which he felt at the roots, the boy was disabled by something which we cannot explain. He could not have explained either, and for us it is all too long ago. He loved Arthur and he loved Guenever and he hated himself. The best knight of the world: everybody envied the self-esteem which must surely be his. But Lancelot never believed he was good or nice. Under the grotesque, magnificent shell with a face like Quasimodo's, there was shame and self-loathing which had been planted there when he was tiny, by something which it is now too late to trace. It is so fatally easy to make young children believe that they are horrible." -t.h. white, the once and future king, pg 368 (1987 ace edition)

i am kind of in sadlove with that last line. also i am watching the lawrence of arabia i snagged for stupidly cheap at the buymore for a double dose of epic tragedy. his eyes are just so ridiculous, i can't look away. GOD HE IS SUCH A PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS IDEK. D: