you'll always have an angry gorilla to be angry with you

Meme ganked from half my flist:

Name a fandom and I'll tell you:

1. The first character I fell in love with:
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:
3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t:
4. The character I love that everyone else hates:
5. The character I would shag anytime:
6. The character I'd want to be like:
7. The character I'd slap:
8. A pairing that I love:
9. A pairing that I despise:
10. Favorite character:
11. What are my five favorite things about the fandom.
12. What are my five least favorite things about the fandom.
13. Who are my five favorite characters.
14. Who are my five least favorite characters.
15. What are my five favorite pairings.
16. What are my five least favorite pairings.
17. Which character are you most like.
18. What is my deep, dark fandom secret.

I wish to die for this village!

Sorry I haven't done much lately but memes, you guys. I've finally recovered almost completely from my Horrible Teef Surgery and lived to tell the tale, so here's a sort-of catch-up post about my mostly-crappy-but-actually-pretty-okay holidays, as well as some random internet crap.

( You have died for this village! )

ON HAPPIER NOTES, HAVE SOME SPAM:

Auto Tune the News: This is a series of videos, in which the news is made to be musical and hilarious. Sadly, there are only nine! This is the source of most of my derpy journal titles lately.

NABURO: oh god XDX This is....well, just. Click the link. It's an incredibly bad Naruto ripoff manga from Indonesia. It's honestly so brain-searingly bad that it's hilarious, as well as terrifying. If you liked the first link, here's the second. I have already noticed some of the quotes undergoing memetic mutation. I say we encourage it. It's amazing. /glances at journal title and cut-text

And here's a meme!

Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty-one songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-second is the title.

I Think of a Lot of Things When I'm Walking

Now we're broken on the floor.
Prison gates won't open up for me--
Reach out, touch faith.

You can dig me up a grave,
Three sleepless nights.
We both take the hardest punches.
Black widow in a white room, will you survive?

Crawling streets are cleared away.
We only want to sing you to sleep.
I close both locks below the window.

Let's talk, and we'll fill the air.
Everyone says, sooner or later,
"I've noticed your design.
Raise your hands out and testify!"

This world will never be what I expected.

And I love her so,
Stems and gears, oh how the daisies bloom.
Autumn brought some kind of change.

Consider this your final warning:
In the middle of a gunfight...

No, she won't, she won't, she won't wait.