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  <title>Let me tell you a story</title>
  <subtitle>mr five dollar foot long's sweet caboose</subtitle>
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    <title>snacky @ 2017-01-15T22:12:00</title>
    <published>2017-01-16T03:14:53Z</published>
    <updated>2017-01-16T03:16:46Z</updated>
    <category term="random nonsense"/>
    <content type="html">From an IM with Jess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; have you seen the twitter meme &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; where the dog climbs into the bathtub with his person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; i think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's vaguely haiku-ish. IM as poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess's response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jess:&lt;/b&gt; Omg my dog would probably do that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jess:&lt;/b&gt; He sticks his head into the curtain and I'm like go away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; see? i knew i wasn't wrong:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://snacky.dreamwidth.org/759577.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://snacky.dreamwidth.org/759577.html&lt;/a&gt;. You can comment either here, or &lt;a href="http://snacky.dreamwidth.org/759577.html?mode=reply" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fic: Waiting on a Sunny Day (ASOIAF, Jon/Val, modern AU)</title>
    <published>2017-01-13T21:16:52Z</published>
    <updated>2017-01-13T21:18:14Z</updated>
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    <category term="jon snow"/>
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    <content type="html">You know, having not used my journal for so long, I kind of forgot about crossposting fic and photosets here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's something I did in December for &lt;span style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gameofshipschallenges.tumblr.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/23d0d381cdb85ee305a5d97e0a7c14eb662767f0dff8f21633a92818e441cb2d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25q8cteWUMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCaZGgtLf4VbXmszqDkswCUR4EAN4tU0XgQ:X3Oq0WSg_m_02RhBSO7lLQ" alt="[tumblr.com profile] " style="vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" width="16" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gameofshipschallenges.tumblr.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gameofshipschallenges&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' Until Hell Freezes Over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/9267218" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting on a Sunny Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1028 words) by &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/users/Snacky" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snacky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapters: 1/1&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/tags/A%20Song%20of%20Ice%20and%20Fire%20-%20George%20R*d*%20R*d*%20Martin" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Mature&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply&lt;br /&gt;Relationships: Jon Snow/Val&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Jon Snow, Val (ASoIaF)&lt;br /&gt;Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Road Trips, Modern Westeros, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Art, Photoset&lt;br /&gt;Series: Part 4 of &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/series/279267" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Leave This Town and Run Forever (Roadtrip AU)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: &lt;p&gt;Val and Jon head to the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created for @gameofshipschallenges‘ Until Hell Freezes Over, 2016&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://snacky.dreamwidth.org/759369.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://snacky.dreamwidth.org/759369.html&lt;/a&gt;. You can comment either here, or &lt;a href="http://snacky.dreamwidth.org/759369.html?mode=reply" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Everyone loves Meatloaf!</title>
    <published>2007-08-20T04:48:23Z</published>
    <updated>2018-06-06T18:24:50Z</updated>
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    <category term="poll"/>
    <lj:music>what else?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today, we have a comparison and a poll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right, who doesn't love Meatloaf? DON'T TELL ME IF YOU DON'T. He's a major player in my Shame &amp; Humilation playlist (as mentioned earlier). I don't mean "Paradise By The Dashboard Light" which every single person between the ages of 8 and 80 knows and can sing along with. I mean some of his cringeworthy classics, which brings us to today's comparison: Videos of Meatloaf's classic, "I Will Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original video, which seems to be inspired both by "Beauty and the Beast" and "Phantom of the Opera". Mr. Loaf plays the Beast/Phantom character who is being sought by the police for some unnamed crime (it could be a crime against hygiene: check out the length of his nails). Seriously, it must be bad, because they're chasing him with cars and motorcycles and a helicopter, but he gives them the slip at...his crypt. The rest of the video he spends stalking the scantily and lacily-clad Beauty around her place, while the police kind of search for him. Meat continues to declare that he won't do "that" while Beauty writhes around in a bed and in a tub and pretty much everywhere anyone could writhe, plus seems to have some kind of &lt;i&gt;Bram Stoker's Dracula&lt;/i&gt;-inspired orgy. At the end of the video, they finally come face-to-face and Beauty suggests the Meatloaf will start screwing around (what? He's a BEAST), but again, Meat tells her he won't do that. Finally, in Beauty's embrace,  he goes from The Beast back to ... Meatloaf, (which, come on, is something of a come down and shouldn't they have got Brad Pitt to play the after?) and as the police close in on them, they disappear with the power of love, and end up speeding away on Meatloaf's motorcycle. Beauty is wearing the most inappropriate for motorcycle travel dress since Molly Ringwald traveled cross-country in &lt;i&gt;The Stand&lt;/i&gt; in a flowered miniskirt. THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fanvid. For &lt;i&gt;The Thorn Birds&lt;/i&gt;. Yes, set to Meatloaf. Very period appropriate (because you know Father Ralph de Bricassart prayed to "the god of sex and drums and rock and roll"). Long-time readers of this journal know of my unholy love for &lt;i&gt;The Thorn Birds&lt;/i&gt;, terrible accents, rubber back and all, but man, nothing underscores "creepy priest" like seeing Father Ralph gazing at wee!Meggie while this song plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 3: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fanvid, this time for &lt;i&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/i&gt;. Okay, while &lt;i&gt;The Thorn Birds&lt;/i&gt; one was kind of creepy, this one is just a hot mess. Who's doing anything for love here? I couldn't tell you. I had high hopes this was going to be some kind of Orc love story, just from the opening scenes, but then it just kind of turns into "my favorite bits from the movie set to my favorite song". I suppose you could see it as "Frodo and Gollum would do anything for the love of the ring" or something like that, but... nah, doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT a fanvid. John and Shelly perform Meatloaf's "Anything For Love" or so YouTube tells me. I think they're performing it at church in Manchester, NH, but does Meatloaf belong in church? Who knows. Anyway, I love this.  I think Meatloaf should adopt this as the official video for the song. (link courtesy of &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="eljuno" lj:user="eljuno" &gt;&lt;a href="https://eljuno.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://eljuno.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;eljuno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="i-ljuser-badge i-ljuser-badge--pro" data-badge-type="pro" data-placement="bottom" data-pro-badge data-pro-badge-type="1" data-is-raw hidden href="#"&gt;&lt;span class="i-ljuser-badge__icon"&gt;&lt;svg class="svgicon" width="25" height="16" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" viewBox="0 0 33 24"&gt;&lt;path fill-rule="evenodd" d="M19.326 11.95c0 2.01 1.47 3.45 3.48 3.45 2.02 0 3.49-1.44 3.49-3.45 0-2.01-1.47-3.45-3.49-3.45-2.01 0-3.48 1.44-3.48 3.45Zm5.51 0c0 1.24-.8 2.19-2.03 2.19-1.23 0-2.02-.95-2.02-2.19 0-1.25.79-2.19 2.02-2.19s2.03.94 2.03 2.19ZM7.92 15.28H6.5V8.61h3.12c1.45 0 2.24.98 2.24 2.15 0 1.16-.8 2.15-2.24 2.15h-1.7v2.37Zm1.51-3.62c.56 0 .98-.35.98-.9 0-.56-.42-.9-.98-.9H7.92v1.8h1.51ZM18.3802 15.28h-1.63l-1.31-2.37h-1.04v2.37h-1.42V8.61h3.12c1.39 0 2.24.91 2.24 2.15 0 1.18-.74 1.81-1.46 1.98l1.5 2.54Zm-2.49-3.62c.57 0 1-.34 1-.9s-.43-.9-1-.9h-1.49v1.8h1.49Z" clip-rule="evenodd"/&gt;&lt;path fill-rule="evenodd" d="M2 8c0-2.20914 1.79086-4 4-4h20.5c2.2091 0 4 1.79086 4 4v7.9c0 2.2091-1.7909 4-4 4H6c-2.20914 0-4-1.7909-4-4V8Zm4-2.5h20.5C27.8807 5.5 29 6.61929 29 8v7.9c0 1.3807-1.1193 2.5-2.5 2.5H6c-1.38071 0-2.5-1.1193-2.5-2.5V8c0-1.38071 1.11929-2.5 2.5-2.5Z" clip-rule="evenodd"/&gt;&lt;/svg&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, like I wouldn't include this SPN fanvid in here. COME ON, PEOPLE. I cannot watch this without laughing hysterically, but seriously. You know Sam and Dean would run right into hell and back for each other. YOU KNOW IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have you watched them all? Then it's time to vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1042020"&gt;View Poll: The Great Meatloaf Video Poll of '07&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Turn around bright eyes</title>
    <published>2003-09-22T10:09:45Z</published>
    <updated>2018-03-24T01:46:33Z</updated>
    <category term="mondegreens"/>
    <category term="powderkeg you assholes"/>
    <content type="html">I think everyone has a story about the song "Total Eclipse of the Heart."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teenager, I used to tape songs off the radio to make mix tapes. Yes, kids, it WAS the dark ages. I would sit on the floor next to the clunky old stereo, with the cassette in the deck, and the "record" and "play" buttons pushed down, and hold my finger on the "pause" button, waiting for a good song to come along in rotation. When it did, finger off "pause" and I was good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were, as you'd expect, pretty crappy mix tapes. But they did the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer of 1983 (84? Mid 80s, in any case), I was trying to capture "Total Eclipse of the Heart" on tape. I would wait on the floor, night after night, for the DJ to stop talking and play the song. But it took forever! Well, maybe a couple of weeks. When I finally taped it, it segued from "Sister Christian." A perfect mix, and I did it all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took the tape with me on vacation that summer, and we (my friend Erin and I) listened to it over and over again, on our little boombox. We were trying to puzzle out the lyrics to "Total Eclipse of the Heart." We had most of them, but the line about "living in a blank blank, and giving off sparks" had us stumped. What was Bonnie Tyler living in, and why was it giving off sparks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we had the internet back in those days, the problem could have been solved with a quick Google search. But no, back then we had to wait for the latest issue of some crappy mag like &lt;i&gt;Hit Parader&lt;/i&gt; to publish the lyrics so we'd know what they were. Failing that, we had to buy the whole album, and who wanted to spend that much money for only two good songs (I was too young to have a real job at the time. All I had was babysitting money)? So, we played the tape endlessly, trying to figure out the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of our vacation, we were supposed to be helping my mom pack the car. The Cape house had an attached garage, so the car was pulled up to the garage door, and we were carrying all the stuff through the house and forcing it into the trunk (Even more dark ages stuff - my family only had ONE car! And six of us were going to ride in it!). My father was sitting in the car, "supervising" (this is known in many places as "napping") and my brother and his friend had disappeared to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for my mother, Erin and I were distracted by our quest to determine the lyrics. As we were carrying out the boombox, we stopped with our packing, and sat down on the old broken couch in the garage, and played the "living in a blank blank and giving off sparks" line and started rewinding it and listening to it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother continued to pack, and each time she walked past us, she would say, "Come on, ladies" or "let's get moving" or some kind of prod, and we'd respond with "Coming" or "Just a minute, we have to figure this out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were were, crouched over the boombox, listening to that one line of the song, and arguing over it, ("Living in a polygraph?" "Why would she live in a polygraph?" "Maybe a pony box?" "What's a pony box?" "Where ponies live." "Would it give off sparks?" "I don't know.") as my mother walked by, glaring at us, doing all the work by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, FINALLY, we agreed that Bonnie was living in a "polar tank" and giving off sparks. What's a "polar tank," you might ask? No idea. It's the only thing we agreed on, though. So, we played the song again, and as we got to the line, we sang along, at the top of our lungs: "We're living in a &lt;b&gt;polar tank&lt;/b&gt; and giving off sparks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mother walked by, one last time, and looked over her shoulder and yelled out, "&lt;b&gt;POWDER KEG&lt;/b&gt;, you assholes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, did we move! And to this day, Erin and I still refer to the song as "Polar Tank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother denies all memory of this, by the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the oral surgeon to have a tooth removed. Am shaking like a leaf. Wish me luck!</content>
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