Events of the day
Jul. 4th, 2003 12:49 amWhile watching DNSes resolve (which is like watching your own hair grow), a few other interesting things happened. First, I got a visit from the LJ fairy. The LJ fairy is a shy and lovely creature that darts around from LJ to LJ, always anonymous and giggling softly behind the refresh button. I leave cookies out for LJ fairies, but I've never actually caught a glimpse of one. My thanks in any case, lovely LJ fairy. I presume that, if there were anything I could do in return, it might have something to do with a) pr0n, and b) Harry/Draco. Just a hunch, I could be wrong. But I'll work on it in any case on the off-chance that it would be a reasonably acceptable offering.
After that, I got voodooed with this. Now, I don't know who did this, or exactly why they did it, but my goodness what a pretty image it is. My sister would be tickled up the bum to see this. It's definitely a work of art.
I would just like to take this time to point out that tickled up the bum is a phrase very often used by my father to describe anyone's happy reaction to something. Example:
Me: "Did mom like that book I got her?"
Dad: "Oh, she was tickled up the bum!"
It's only recently that I have begun to question the roots and/or direct meaning of this phrase, and I suspect I don't want to ask too many prying questions about it. The fact that it dominated my childhood might go a long way to explaining the odd attraction I feel toward slash fiction. Hmmm.
Good times.
After that, I got voodooed with this. Now, I don't know who did this, or exactly why they did it, but my goodness what a pretty image it is. My sister would be tickled up the bum to see this. It's definitely a work of art.
I would just like to take this time to point out that tickled up the bum is a phrase very often used by my father to describe anyone's happy reaction to something. Example:
Me: "Did mom like that book I got her?"
Dad: "Oh, she was tickled up the bum!"
It's only recently that I have begun to question the roots and/or direct meaning of this phrase, and I suspect I don't want to ask too many prying questions about it. The fact that it dominated my childhood might go a long way to explaining the odd attraction I feel toward slash fiction. Hmmm.
Good times.