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[featherynscale]

It's Tuesday, and my brain is tired.

The New Year's party was generally a success. One vomiter, one moment of profound angst, one or several instances of people trying to pick up on someone with a probably incompatible sexual preference. But that was it as far as problems went. Nobody got hurt, nobody broke anything, nobody locked themselves in our laundry room and pretended to be a werewolf while also taking apart our washing machine, so I think that's all good. There was a moment in which I told people that they were absolutely not going to take a swing at each other in my kitchen, but I don't think there was any actual interest in fighting there, so that was okay too.

We consumed a prodigious amount of booze, to the point where I believe that we actually have less booze in the house now than when we started. This is apparently usual for other people's parties, but not for ours, as generally, people seem to bring more than they drink, and then leave the rest. While this is incredibly kind and generous behavior, it does lead to a surplus of booze in the bar and nowhere to put it. BB did come round with a box full of various bottles of single malt, which was much appreciated, but also he took the remaining bottles home with him, which was also appreciated.

We went through a couple of the hentai films we'd rented (one of which was mostly tentacle rape, and the other of which was subtitled "Quest for the Seven Holy Dildos", if that gives you any indication), and much film-snarkiness occurred. Roommate J also provided some yaoi from his collection, which was well-received, if by well-received you mean 'mocked less roundly than the ostensibly hetero-interest films'. We rented more than we could possibly be arsed to watch at the party, which is usually the way, since it's fun for a couple of hours, but not much longer than that.

A KURS game followed, with the assistance of a flogger brought by ES. You usually don't need any S&M toys to play, but sometimes it helps. :) It is said that some people had sex in the bathtub. It is also said that some people tried to have a threesome on the floor of the Den of Iniquity, but were not very successful. I do not know if these things are true. Both bathtub and floor needed washed, regardless.

The whole house is kind of a disaster, in fact. kittenpants was all about filling the Den of Iniquity with balloons, which was funny in the party, but sort of a pain in the ass later. triadruid was pleased to take out his aggressions later by stomping them all, so that was okay. All the Den needs now is perhaps a carpet cleaning machine, and to take the floor blankets to the laundromat/ The kitchen, though, should be firebombed. There is no other way.

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[diermuid.livejournal.com]

I was wondering which Irish Whiskey... since I tend to pick out whatever is in the shatterproof bottle.

Buttershots in coffee? Weird... sort of like an 'adult' Starbucks coffee.

As far as my wit, I have been really slow due to the broken body and dashed spirit. I should recover in time, but I have that Napoleon Dynamite look about me at present, dull and angsty.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Doom, for your Napoleon Dynamite angst.

As for whiskey in coffee, I'm in favor of Jameson's or Bushmill's. There are almost certainly better Irish whiskeys out there for the drinking of straight, but those two are just fine in coffee.

[diermuid.livejournal.com]

Gotcha... I'm fond of Jack Daniels myself, but until I end up making a good salary and living at home again, I can't see picking it back up.

As far as NapDy, I don't even have the energy to watch it a second time, which is when it is supposed to start becoming funny. Frankly, I think it belongs in the Stoopidshit pile with Ren & Stimpy.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen it. There really was nothing in any of the surrounding press or marketing literature that made it seem like something I would enjoy, so I avoided it. It just seemed like a movie about people doing stupid things because they weren't adept enough at life not to do stupid things. I tend to stay away from movies about stupid people -- why should I pay to see that, when I get so much of it in real life for free?

[diermuid.livejournal.com]

I only watched it because it seemed to be a cult thing. Much like Rocky Horror without the adlibs, it seemed pretty lame. But who am I to deny pop culture? Although I won't wear a "Vote for Pedro" shirt, that would make me a pop sheep.

Granted, just as one could determine that the Smurfs was pro-communist propaganda, so too could armchair philosophers see this as a "revenge of the nerds" for a new generation.

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

Much like Rocky Horror without the adlibs

Quoted for truth. I watched RHPS for the first time on my own (alone, at home). I swore either I had lost my mind, or everyone else had; nothing much funny about it, that way.

[diermuid.livejournal.com]

I think it ruins the movie to actually -watch- it before ever hitting the theatre.

[diermuid.livejournal.com]

Thus truth to the notion that 'masterbation' is not as much fun as doing it with a crowd.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Seriously. I am a fan of the Rocky Horror Experience™ and I can't really envision why anyone would have given half a crap about the film to begin with (other than the songs, which are fun). It's not any good by itself, it requires the culture around it.