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[yakalskovich]

Gah, I should really get going, or the bank will close, and so will the shop where I need to return nine bottles.

But I had to do this quiz (gacked from cob_web)


Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"

New Aged/Wiccan
An it harm none, do as ye will. You are a fluffy bunny. You wouldn't harm a fly. Actually, you might demonstrate to SAVE the flies! Than again, you're probably busy casing love spells, using a psychic talent, being a Vegetarian or trying to save the Rainforests. Either way, you're harmless.

*****

Duh, harmless! Me! Insult!! Suggest me something non-harmless to write, huh?

Comments

[yakalskovich]

Hah" Spiekeroog. That's on the other site of the peninsula, and an island in and of itself, but still the same sort of red brick tranquility. It is relaxing.

I'm sorry about the Ben Hur slash; I'd gladly comply if I'd either watched or read "Ben Hur" within the last twenty years. I fear I can neither stomach historical novels from the 19th century any more ("Kampf um Rom" used to be my favourite book when I was eleven, but attempts to re-read it five years ago ended in utter squick, boredom and political revulsion) nor any movie that might contain Charlton Heston, after having watched "Bowling For Columbine". Even if I very well know the director screwed him on that by sekritly telling the actor who played Messala to play his character from a slashy premise - which is a well-known factoid, so I'd be dealing with nice canon slash here, but still. Sorry.

[woelfle.livejournal.com]

Red Brick Tranquility. Just what I need. Together with salty air. Aaaaahhh, I envy you.

As for Charlton Heston: Yep, he's a disgusting arms propagandist these days, but then he's also had an alcohol problem before he turned evil and probably suffers from Alzheimer (the way he reacted to Michael Moore...).
He actually came close to being a civil rights activist in the sixties (Y'see, my current Ben-Hur fit has made me do some research), so I'll deduce that he still was a nice slashy suffering male back in 1959. I think the past should be held against people, so it can also be held for them.
And it really is slashy as hell, that film. The way they burst into giggles. And the extended seconds Messala leaves his hand fiddling around on Ben-Hur's sleeve. Or the way they keep standing next to each other when Messala visits the family. And of course, the "Beg?? - When I begged you...!!" line. Which does remind me of Snape in POA, plus Messala sometimes sounds like Rickman anyway.:-D

[yakalskovich]

Huh!!! I really must see if Falk the Metropolitan has the DVD; he very probably has, seeing he's got a bit more over a thousand now, having bought his first DVD player only one year ago, while I have been an early adopter and own about 50.

But that can only happen after my return from No Internet Land with its Red Brick Tranquility. I shall be thinking of you, toiling away and yearning for some nice reet-thatched roofs and those innumerable small wind power generators calmly turning their three-armed wheels all the way to the horizon...

I should so send you a postcard.

Q&A time, it seems :-)

[woelfle.livejournal.com]

Oh, now you mention him: I've been wanting to ask you about why Falk is The Metropolitan for ages!

A thousand DVDs? Wow! I found the Ben-Hur DVD at our library too, but unfortunately my computer (who has no sound anyway) gets stuck before the Begging Scene, and, on the other side, before Judah gets to feed Jesus some water. Zer shame!

Anyway, I'll gladly await your comments on the film after your return. Maybe I'm so fascinated because I've nver seen it before and my Dad told me those stories about the time when it premiered at the cinemas (Ben-Hur: Screening 5 p.m., Chariot Race 7.15p.m.).

Oh, wind power generators! I love 'em. We actually have some on the Autobahn route to Hannover.
Aw, yes, send me a postcard! That would rock!

Re: Q&A time, it seems :-)

[yakalskovich]

There are two Metropolitans, or three, depending on how you count 'em. They have a little graphics design and general mayhem business together that is called Metropolis, hence the nickname. They all sit in the cellar of the house where I live, complete with in-house network (which I share, as a branch has sneakily grown up all the way to to my desk) and the aforementioned one thousand (not elephants but) DVDs.

I can send you a postcard only if I had an address or mail drop to send it to, my dear. You can try telling me at mlpachali at areion dot org where you want the postcard sent...

And we try counting the wind power generators we can see on the way to the beach every year, but most abjectly fail, as there's such oodles of them, and the same one might sneakily turn up from behind a little dip and get counted again. In any case, there are Many.