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grrr. and also bah.
1. In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey -- Beck, "Loser", guessed by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
callmesandy and thete1
2. Everyday she wears the same thing, I think she smokes pot -- Ben Folds Five, "Kate", guessed bymosca and notemily
3. Well I'm just outa school, feeling real real cool -- Iggy Pop, "Real Wild Child", guessed bymosca (although this is another of those songs where I have really a lot of covers; I may have actually been listening to Joan Jett or Josie and the Pussycats)
4. But when you said that I wasn't worth talking to, I had to take your word on that -- Liz Phair, "Divorce Song", guessed bycallmesandy and corinna_5
5. A black cherry paradise, half the sugar twice the spice -- Josie and the Pussycats, "Three Small Words", guessed byteleute12
6. And you could be a big star, you could go far, make a landmark -- Garbage, "Shut Your Mouth", guessed bythefakeheadline and shrift
7. Once in a while there's this girl I don't know in my dreams
8. I wanted you to sleep with her and hate yourself instead of me -- Kristin Hersh, "Spain", guessed bycallmesandy
9. And the one who made it made it because her breasts were really big
10. I may be dead, honey, but I was left with my eyes
11. I couldn't drink enough to make this make sense, but I think I'm gonna give it a try -- Old 97's, "Jagged", guessed bycorinna_5
12. First time I shot her, shot her in the side / Hard to watch her suffer, but with the second shot she died
13. When you asked for a date I thought that you were straight -- Waitresses, "Johnny Are You Queer?", guessed byladysorka
14. Yesterday I got so scared I shivered like a child -- Cure, "In Between Days", guessed bycorinna_5 (and musesfool)
15. If you think like Thomas Edison could you invent a world for me? -- Sleater-Kinney, "One Beat", guessed bylifeinwords
16. I could be the one to be your next best friend
17. She's the one who would have taken me to my first all ages show -- Juliana Hatfield, "My Sister", guessed byarianamama
18. I search myself, I want you to find me / I forget myself, want you to remind me -- Divinyls, "I Touch Myself", guessed bythete1
19. Don't be stupid, be a smarty, come and join the Nazi party -- Producers, "Springtime for Hitler", guessed bycorinna_5
20. I like it when my hair is poofy, I like it when you slip me a roofie -- Moldy Peaches, "Who's Got the Crack?", guessed bydammitcarl
Normally, you know, I would make more of an effort to have actual content here, but tonight, not so much. Because -- damn you, paper! Damn you to HELL!
So I'm going to be up all night till I get the damn thing done, but I can't get on AIM or IRC because, um, too much distraction. But I need *something*, and god knows I'm going to be checking my email eight million times tonight. Therefore, I implore you all: if you love me, leave me diverting comments tonight! Guess at lyrics. Give me comment porn or weird-ass tiny due south or firefly snippets. Tell me amusing anecdotes and strange facts. I don't even care, dude, but I will be muchly grateful for *something*.
callmesandy and thete12. Everyday she wears the same thing, I think she smokes pot -- Ben Folds Five, "Kate", guessed by
mosca and notemily3. Well I'm just outa school, feeling real real cool -- Iggy Pop, "Real Wild Child", guessed by
mosca (although this is another of those songs where I have really a lot of covers; I may have actually been listening to Joan Jett or Josie and the Pussycats)4. But when you said that I wasn't worth talking to, I had to take your word on that -- Liz Phair, "Divorce Song", guessed by
callmesandy and corinna_55. A black cherry paradise, half the sugar twice the spice -- Josie and the Pussycats, "Three Small Words", guessed by
teleute126. And you could be a big star, you could go far, make a landmark -- Garbage, "Shut Your Mouth", guessed by
thefakeheadline and shrift7. Once in a while there's this girl I don't know in my dreams
8. I wanted you to sleep with her and hate yourself instead of me -- Kristin Hersh, "Spain", guessed by
callmesandy9. And the one who made it made it because her breasts were really big
10. I may be dead, honey, but I was left with my eyes
11. I couldn't drink enough to make this make sense, but I think I'm gonna give it a try -- Old 97's, "Jagged", guessed by
corinna_512. First time I shot her, shot her in the side / Hard to watch her suffer, but with the second shot she died
13. When you asked for a date I thought that you were straight -- Waitresses, "Johnny Are You Queer?", guessed by
ladysorka14. Yesterday I got so scared I shivered like a child -- Cure, "In Between Days", guessed by
corinna_5 (and musesfool)15. If you think like Thomas Edison could you invent a world for me? -- Sleater-Kinney, "One Beat", guessed by
lifeinwords16. I could be the one to be your next best friend
17. She's the one who would have taken me to my first all ages show -- Juliana Hatfield, "My Sister", guessed by
arianamama18. I search myself, I want you to find me / I forget myself, want you to remind me -- Divinyls, "I Touch Myself", guessed by
thete119. Don't be stupid, be a smarty, come and join the Nazi party -- Producers, "Springtime for Hitler", guessed by
corinna_520. I like it when my hair is poofy, I like it when you slip me a roofie -- Moldy Peaches, "Who's Got the Crack?", guessed by
dammitcarlNormally, you know, I would make more of an effort to have actual content here, but tonight, not so much. Because -- damn you, paper! Damn you to HELL!
So I'm going to be up all night till I get the damn thing done, but I can't get on AIM or IRC because, um, too much distraction. But I need *something*, and god knows I'm going to be checking my email eight million times tonight. Therefore, I implore you all: if you love me, leave me diverting comments tonight! Guess at lyrics. Give me comment porn or weird-ass tiny due south or firefly snippets. Tell me amusing anecdotes and strange facts. I don't even care, dude, but I will be muchly grateful for *something*.
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Amusing anecdote!
Strange facts!
I have, sadly, utterly no idea about *any* of those lyrics. And I have no tiny snippets, only a PWP waiting to be beta'd--and it's not even Firefly or due South! I am unable to entertain you sufficiently, I fear...
Seamonkeys!
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8. kristen hersh, spain. favorite song on that album!
4. liz phair, divorce song
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18. when I think about you, I touch myself...
And... way too many I feel like I SHOULD know. *grump*
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*Really*, Te. *clucks tongue*
And I am somehow something less than astonished that you identified the masturbation song.
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Rest assured I'm SMACKING myself for not guessing "Springtime for Hitler"
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one good turn...
Twice so far this week Mal has woken with River in his bed.
He jerks awake from dreams of faceless women to find her staring at him, pale moonface smiling down at him, long hair hanging free like an invitation to the Black. A man could get lost in River, her hair, her eyes, her long white legs... drown before he even realized he was in danger.
Mal's too smart for that.
So he thinks.
He walks her back to her room, locks the door behind her, and, the next morning speaks sharply to Simon under Book's watchful and suspicious eye.
Two nights later, he wakes with a start. She's straddling him, wearing nothing *but* that long, dark hair, spilling over shoulders pale like milk he hasn't seen in weeks, the shadow between her legs wet and warm against him.
A choked, "River, no," is all he can manage as her soft and skillful fingers slide up and down his shaft.
She sinks down onto him and moves her hips in ways he never expected her to know.
"River, yes," she whispers, and leans forward for a kiss.
Re: one good turn...
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11 is the Old 97s, Jagged. I need a Rhett icon.
14 is the Cure, Without You -- and I will have you know I had to sit here and sing through to the chorus to remember what the song was called!
19 Mel Brooks's line in "Springtime for Hitler" from The Producers
20 That's the Moldy Peaches, but I don't know what any of their songs are called.
Good luck with the paper!
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I'm about ready to crawl into bed, but I could give you a F/K snippet, I guess:
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"Vecchio!" Welsh hollered. He filled the doorway of his office like a forbidding statue, his big hands gripping the frame. "My office. On the double."
Ray bounced his face on the pile of paperwork on his desk, pushed up from his chair, and promptly tripped over the wolf that suddenly appeared in front of him. He pinwheeled on his tiptoes until his center of gravity finally shifted and he banged his hip against the desk corner. "Ow."
"Dief!" Fraser called, striding across the bullpen with his Stetson tucked under his arm.
Dief whined and licked at Ray's fingers. Ray patted him on the rump. "'S'okay. No blood, no foul."
"I know you didn't mean to, but you really must --" Fraser said, sighing when Dief barked. "All right, fine."
"Vecchio!" Welsh hollered again.
"On my way, sir," Ray said, snagging Fraser by the arm and walking them both into Welsh's office.
"Close the door, Constable," Welsh said from behind his desk. He steepled his fingers. "Now, I find myself in a very awkward position, gentlemen."
"What, you been taking yoga classes?" Ray asked. At Welsh's glare, he coughed into his fist, and said, "Sorry, sir."
"As I said," Welsh said pointedly, "I find myself in an awkward position. I need two detectives to go undercover at the Blue Tropix club."
Ray's ears perked up. "Blue Tropix?"
Welsh grunted an affirmative.
Fraser, though, he looked totally clueless. "I see. What would be the objective of such an undercover mission?"
"Blue Tropix?" Ray said again, because it was kind of important. "The one on Halsted?"
His Lieutenant looked like he'd been gnawing on some Sour Patch Kids. "Yes, Detective."
Fraser looked at Ray questioningly, and Ray tried to pass along the message to let him know what they were in for, but Fraser just squinted at him and fidgeted with his hat. Apparently, their silent communication gizmo was broken today.
"So, we talking drugs, hate crimes, what?" Ray asked.
Fraser frowned. "Hate crimes?"
"Blue Tropix is a gay bar, Fraser," Ray said bluntly.
"Ah," Fraser said, totally unruffled. Or maybe just stunned.
Welsh rustled some papers on his desk. "We received an anonymous tip that the proprietor of the Blue Tropix is engaging in illegal smuggling activities in some of the club's back rooms."
Fraser brightened a bit at the smuggling mention, and Ray started rubbing at his eyes at the back room mention.
"What type of contraband shall we be investigating, Lieutenant?"
Welsh took so long to answer that Ray dropped his hand. Whatever it was, he knew it was gonna be bad. Like getting assigned a stakeout with Dewey bad.
Welsh coughed. "Monkeys."
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I am trying to restrain myself from the awkward flailing, but it's not easy.
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Snerk. Kind of? But right now, not really Mostly because I'm too busy chanting "MONKEY MONKEY MONKEY!"
I need to write the rest of this story. I have lots of notes and an outline. What I don't have? Time. Boo. Hiss.
6. And you could be a big star, you could go far, make a landmark
Oh, and BTW? Garbage, "Shut Your Mouth"
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And Garbage is right, as well. You get a sticker.
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And work seems to be slowing down this week, so I don't have to work this weekend! And if the trend continues, I might actually have some of that free time other people talk about. We'll see.
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*crosses fingers for you*
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But then he was a man and he had a wolf and he loved his wolf and his wolf loved him. He still loved his dad, but his dad got killed, and because he was a meccha-woodsmen the man tracked the asshole bastards who killed his dad all the way to Chicago, where there's lots of pizza but no New York Yankees. Which is sad for Chicago. Anyway, he found the guys who killed his dad, and he was all, "YOU GUYS KILLED MY DAD" and they were all, "Check it, dude, we're Mounties, too!" And Canada was all "Whoa, this is some crazy shit, man," and so he stayed in Chicago even though there were no New York Yankees, and he worked at the Consulate. Which was a silly, weird place. And he had an Italian friend named Ray, who was pretty cool all in all and everything was vaguely fine until the evil ho showed up. And she all seduced him again wtih her "Do me!" line, and he was all "Whoa, man, okay" and then he ended up getting shot by his Italian friend and everyone was SO SAD.
Then he went briefly back to Canada and when he came back he had a Polish friend pretending to be his Italian friend and his Polish friend was WAY HOT and the man was all, "Whoa, you're way hot," and the Polish guy was like, "Takes one to know one" and they fell madly in love and had ridiculous amounts of great sex. The end.
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Wish I could write you a snippet, but I've got three stories competing for which one gets to eat my brain.
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And, ooh, good luck with your stories.
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7 is built to spill but i dunno the song name cause it was on a mix someone made me and i can't find it now...
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*bows*
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That's probably my favorite song of those up there, so I'm glad someone got it.
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And how jealous am I that you got comment-fic? Mmm, due South. God, this show is taking over my brain.
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Mmm, due South. God, this show is taking over my brain.
Yaaaaaaaay! That's its way, you know. I don't even miss my brain most of the time, really. The exchange was *so* worth it.
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I'm a little disappointed in Fox for not getting this one, actually.
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We then decided to carry pictures of him to all our exams as a good luck charm. The logic was that to do all the drugs he has and remain alive, he must be the luckiest man on the planet.
And that's probably more than you wanted to know about him. heh.
And, let's see, lyrics. #6 is Garbage's "Shut Your Mouth," and #16 - is that "Punk Rock Princess?" It's my best guess, anyway.
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#6 is right, but #16 is not.
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moldy peaches! "who's got the crack?", i think, but i'm just doing this off the top of my head.
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