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Mar. 3rd, 2005 01:35 pmI love looking at people's icons, but I don't always *get* them - I often wonder stuff like, "Who's that guy?" or "Where's that quote from?" but I tend not to ask, for various reasons. So come on, here are my icons. Pick one (or more!) you're curious about, and I'll try to explain it. Or at least explain what I like about it.
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Date: 2005-03-03 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-03 06:47 pm (UTC)When I used to visit Stileproject.com, I picked up a picture of a cat making that awful face. I was bored and in an icon-making mood one night, so I tried to figure out what sort of icon I could make from it. Then the thought process connected to "It looks like it's licking something," to "It should lick the banana from Don Hertzfeldt's 'Rejected'!" (which, btw, is a fantastic animated short)
See, that's why you shouldn't ask. Because the real story is boring.
Um, that's my cat, and one day an animated banana wandered into the house and I snapped a quick picture of the cat eating it.
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Date: 2005-03-03 06:48 pm (UTC)Yeah. Explain plz, kthnx.
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Date: 2005-03-03 10:47 pm (UTC)A few weeks or so before, I had visited
And then the Romans came along with their gods that they had borrowed from the Greeks. They invaded Greece and conquered them and – and stole all their gods…and renamed them with Roman names. Cause the Roman gods before that were kind of crap, you know – Jeff, the god of biscuits. And Simon, the god of hairdos. And uh, you know, they had the god of war, the god of thunder, the god of running around and jumping and stuff and uh, “Oh, let’s get some of those! Thank God they’ve got some gods, cause we have these crap gods, you know…”
The quote came back and the two things just meshed in my head.
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Date: 2005-03-03 07:06 pm (UTC)(Yes, I know the story. I just like hearing it.)
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Date: 2005-03-03 10:53 pm (UTC)We were at...Otakon? Yeah, because it was the sports game that lost our parking spot. The hotel lot was full, and we had returned from an unfruitful mall search for DDR. We drove around and around, looking for a place to park, and happened upon a seedy little underground place that had spaces. Once we got inside, we found the level with open spots had NO LIGHTS inside. NONE. This place was the perfect set for a rape/mugging/murder scene in a Lifetime movie.
So we're looking for a spot, and there's one that has an orange cone in the way. Declaring war on the orange cone, because dammit, we need a spot, I get out of
I hear the cone's family has a reward out for my arrest, which is why I try to lay low in Baltimore now.
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Date: 2005-03-03 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-03 10:55 pm (UTC)>^..^
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Date: 2005-03-03 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-03 11:07 pm (UTC)>^..^
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Date: 2005-03-04 02:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-04 03:34 am (UTC)http://www.queenofwands.net/d/20031121.html
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