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[mrissa]

Ever since I saw the relevant movie, I've been going around mentally questioning people's commitment to Sparkle Motion. All sorts of people. The mailbeing. The arborist's secretary. My great-aunt. You; you are not exempt. Sometimes my physical therapist says, "Do you think we could try this with your eyes closed? Because that's more of a challenge to your vestibular system, if you can do it safely." And my mouth says, "Sure," but silently I question her commitment to Sparkle Motion.

In a very silly way, this makes me feel better.

Also it makes me happy in a very silly way when we both sing the same wrong words to Amazing Grace. This happens with my parents and also with timprov, though not with Amazing Grace itself, as we all sing the same right words to that, I'm pretty sure.

Also occasionally my brain asks itself what do I mean, William Blake? and I can answer with confidence that I mean William Blake. And that's good, too.

What really stupid or silly things make you happy or comfort you? They don't have to be movie things. Although these all are.

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[sensational.livejournal.com]

I always pronounce "dilettante" as "diletan-tee" in my head (that's a movie thing). I have a Max next to my computer and when I especially need to be virtuous, I put his hood down (because he's not a monster, then, see). If anybody says "I'm sexy" or "I'm cute," I think "I'm popular to boot" (also a movie thing; same as the first, which worries me a tiny bit).

I'm sure there are more, but I can't think of them right now.

[sensational.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh, whenever I see any kind of reference to the town "Conetoe," which is usually only when I'm going to visit family, I say "Cone toe!" in my head or out loud, depending on company. It's pronounced "kuh nee tuh," but it's been cone toe for me since forever, and it makes me happy.

[orbitalmechanic.livejournal.com]

Sometimes it's nice to tell a friend that I will do the hating for them, when they are not petty enough to do it themselves. (The actual line is, "Let me carry the hate for both of us" but one doesn't always need to say it.) I think that's an important social function.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I play "country-western singer or Dragaeran animal" a lot with small town names when I'm traveling.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Ohhhh yes. Sometimes one's friends are being all reasonable and proportional and stuff. Silly monkeys.

[sam-t.livejournal.com]

My cat chasing her tail. She's not long enough and her tail isn't flexible enough to chase it by running round in a very small circle, so she tries to pounce on it repeatedly when it's not looking. This results in what looks like a small black furry whirlwind, on springs.

Also your mention of Amazing Grace reminded me of the time that I was cheered up by possibly the worst busker in the world, attempting to play Amazing Grace on an alto saxophone. Most buskers can manage at least one out of the usual list of pitch, rhythm and tone, but this guy was cheerfully and loudly producing a noise that sounded like a whooper swan with laryngitis, off-key, with pauses for him to gasp for breath in all the wrong places. "HAM a ... zing ... GRACE how ... sweet ... THE sound ..." It took me the length of the high street to recognise it.

[moiread]

Oh god. You have that in my head now. "I'm bitchin'! Great hair! The boys all love to stare! I'm wanted! I'm hot! I'm everything you're not!"

[mightyjesse.livejournal.com]

I like the "huff!" sound my dogs make when they run out of steam mid-bound and their legs collapse and suddenly they are napping! I wish I could fall asleep that fast.

Also, I find the universal smell of babies to be extremely relaxing. Holding babies make me sleepy... And it seems to be a mutual thing, since usually the babies I hold pass the hell out within minutes.

[sam-t.livejournal.com]

Two-word English village names are good for this sort of game, as well. Related names, such as Great Stukeley and Little Stukeley, or Alconbury and Alconbury Weston can be signed from major roads as just 'The Stukeleys' or 'The Alconburys', which gives you the title of the soap opera/drama/three-volume novel for all of the characters you've just been merrily inventing.

To take examples from the same bit of the country (vaguely around Huntingdon, if anyone wants to look it up), we've got
Hemingford Grey
Offord D'Arcy
Stow Longa
Warboys
Eaton Socon
and Papworth Everard.

Anyone fancy coming up with a plot? It could centre round the Caxton Gibbet, or possibly the King's Ripton, whatever that might be.

[columbina.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean, William Blake?" "I mean William Blake!" is standard house dialogue here in response to anything which one party takes to be a logical continuation of the conversation and the other takes to be a complete non sequitur.

I had to look up Sparkle Motion. I have never seen Donnie Darko and question whether I would have the ability to sit through it. (Note please that is not a judgement on the quality of the film, but instead one on the quality of me.)

[pixelfish.livejournal.com]

"I'm just passing through on my way to Australia." You could have knocked me down with a feather when I saw it quoted in a Jenny Crusie book. (Faking It.)

[dd-b.livejournal.com]

Now *there's* a useful superpower.

[dd-b.livejournal.com]

Silly phrase butchering. The "untied parcel service", and those pretty insects with very large wings known as "flutterbys".

And Monty Python, always. "This power supply is bleedin' deceased!"

[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

In re Sparkle Motion: I commend the first drabble here (http://daegaer.livejournal.com/913225.html?style=mine) to your attention.

I think:
"Vampires don't sparkle."
"It depends how much gunpowder you use."

is going to become a regular quotable.

[bradipo.livejournal.com]

When I pass certain road signs I raise my fist and chant them as if at a big rally:

End school zone!
End speed zone!
End construction zone!

[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

For years and years, it was John Cleese's line from the end of one of the early episodes of Fawlty Towers where he is marching down the drive with a gnome under his arm.

"Where do you think you are going, Basil ?"
"I'm going to see Mr. O'Reilly, dear. *sotto voce* And then I think I might go to Canada."

This is less use for comfort purposes now that I actually live in Canada, but Canada turns out to be more comfortable in general, so that's OK.

Also, any number of quotes from Hardware, and the occasional one from Jesus of Montreal: "I could have been born in Burkina Faso" is often a useful thought for getting a bit of perspective.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

This all sounds like space opera rather than soap opera to me!

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Ista chases her tail only as a demonstration of cuteness. It is her signal for, "Look at the cute dog! Pay attention to the cute dog! Do the cute dog's bidding!"

When markgritter's parents lived in Florida, their neighbor was learning to play the bagpipes very, very badly. It took me a good five minutes to figure out that the tune he was butchering was "The Marine Corps Hymn," and my grandfather's a Marine; it was one of the first tunes I learned to pick out on the piano.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

In my family we refer to this as boring the baby. My mother has it for a superpower, too. I might.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

It is an ex-power supply. It is pining for the fnords.

Wait, that's something else.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's lovely.

[rosefox]

Much Monty Python here too, especially some of the more obscure Flying Circus bits. "My theory, which is mine, that is, it belongs to me" is a common phrase in my household; I just rented that episode and was shocked to find that it's a misquote, but it's a misquote of such long standing that I expect we'll just keep on misquoting it.

the_xtina and I have extended conversations conducted solely in quotes from Ghostbusters. It's conversational comfort food.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

In California everything is backwards on the roads, so it will say
XING
PED
It will be close enough together that you read them as a block of text rather than coming across PED and wondering what on earth PED are up to until you later come across XING.

Also, there was a stop sign near my parents' house when I was a teenager that read, "All traffic does not stop." My dad expressly forbade my mother and I from going out with spray paint to fix it, because, he theorized, only three people in Omaha would do that, and two of them lived in our house, so the police would know where to look.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I have problems with watching Numb3rs because the human villain from Ghostbusters 2 is a perfectly ordinary good guy in it, and I keep expecting that they're going to be sharing information about the investigations with him only to find that he's secretly the villain. The IMDB indicates that he is consistently in the show, and I certainly doubt that would happen if he was revealed to be secretly the villain any time soon. But that doesn't change my conspiracy theories.

Egon <3 <3 <3.

[loup_noir]

My baby superpower is to make them cry in that shred-your-eardrums frequency.

My favorite silly thing to do is sing to the dogs. I cannot carry a tune to save my life, so the dogs are the only ones who will put up with me singing. Doggerel for the dogs.