I Am Using My Zombie-Killing Time To...Dance.

[dodger_sister]

Listen, menel - I saw what you did on your journal. I hear you, outside my window, calling out MY UBER-AWESOME ZOMBIE-KILLING-DANCE-TEAM!! Okay?

I know, you're all, "My CIA-Zombie-Killing-Team is better because they are so pretty and my boyfriend is Scottish. And my team can only kill zombies with guns instead of their awesome athletic bodies. Except, maybe for Casey, because he is badass."

I hear you.

LISTEN!! Kevin said I am suppose to limit my computer time this weekend. Dude, I have porn to write!! Bathtub!porn and Angel!porn - (but not bathtub-angel porn because Castiel likes showers!) - and...does he even understand these things? I mean, I use my left arm for pretty much everything and he's all, "Take it easy on your shoulder, stay off the computer," and I have ZOMBIES TO KILL WITH PLANTS and I used all my computer time already and now I am using my Zombie-Killing-Plant-Time to argue with you over the stupidity of your team somehow thinking they are better than my team just because Eric Close is on your team.

Whatever. You and I both know he is only half the man he should be when Enrique isn't with him anyways.

WATCH THIS VIDEO. LOOK AT TADD'S ARMS!! LOOK AT THE MOVES JORDAN CAN DO WITH HER LEGS!! JUST LOOK! TELL ME YOU WOULDN'T WANT THESE NINJA-LIKE-PEEPS TO BE ON YOUR TEAM WHEN YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY ZOMBIES!! YOUR TEAM WILL RUN OUT OF BULLETS, BUT MY TEAM WILL ALWAYS KICK ASS!!

YOU WANNA GO, WOMAN!! BRING IT!


Also, did you see this...it looks like not everyone thinks Eric and James are made for each other - (no, I don't have a problem distinguishing a difference between the actors and the characters they play...why do you ask?)

SOMEONE SHIPS BILLY/RICK, SO, HA!!!

I don't get it, I still say Billy/Michael/Casey threesome ftw.


I just watched that episode of South Park last night where the boys get served by some street dancer kids. The next time it happens, the boys dance back. Then Stan's mom is all, "Good job, Randy. You told Stan next time he got served, he should dance back. So he did. And now...it's on."

So, menel, you got served, you danced back, now...it's on.

I am gonna go kill zombies with plants now, but only for 15 minutes, because somehow Kevin always knows when I'm lying. Plus, that whole thing where my shoulder does actually hurt.


ETA: It occurred to me later that menel's LJ is friends-locked, so the rest of you are all raised-eyebrows over this post. Suffice to say, we both highly enjoyed The Zombie Meme. And I do actually love Chaos and am still pissed that it got canceled and I concede that Eric & James have fantastic chemistry together, even though my heart will always belong to Enrique Murciano. Basically, menel and I have been friends for far too long, if we've moved on from intellectual conversations to squaring off over our Zombie-Killing-Teams. I still say mine is better, mostly because it's mine.

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[menel.livejournal.com]

Plus the way you and I interact with each other - you know what’s awesome? Like, five seconds back into contact with you and we were talking like no time had past at all. It was like a weird college reunion or something where we immediately threw off our grown-up persona and were just us, again. shit, a hallmark card just fell out of my face right there, sorry

LOL. It did. Treacle aside, I hear you. I think I told you as well that how we reacted to each other is the true test of friendship for me and it's only happened with a handful of friends. You, babe, are the only person it's ever happened to 'online,' (even though I don't consider our friendship be an 'online' one - I just can't think of a better term).

I did not know you had a psycho-stalker problem. I must have missed that drama.

It's not a major drama, I reckon. Lemme try and summarize it. Basically, I have two RL friends that know about my slash habit and the existence of this journal. Both of them used to be friends on camera_lucida (one of them still is), but I never gave them the link to this journal or even told them what my online handle was. One of them found out through camera_lucida what my handle was. This didn't bother me too much until we had a falling out and then the idea of letting him have access to this part of my life was a big no-no. So, I f-locked the journal since I couldn't bring myself to change the user name. Besides, in those days, changing the user name simply redirected people from your old name to your new one. Now LJ gives you the option to have your name re-directed or not. (Thank god!) Even with the re-direct option I still can't bring myself to change my user name. I'm too attached to 'menel.' I think if I cared more about having my fiction read, I'd make more of an effort to unlock the journal or open a community/another journal purely for fic, but the truth is, I don't. F-locked it is. (I'll have to break the rule for spn_reversebang though. Oops.) And that's pretty much my psycho-stalker drama. (He's not really psycho though, at least, not anymore.)

You? Superstitious? No way. *g*