effie_clair

um ian mcshane and daniel sutherland - that miniseries is going to be awesome.

I know, right?!
Matthew McFayden and Rufus Sewell, also!

It's a really awesome novel by Ken Follet and all of the characters are major characters so the development should be interesting. I believe it's being done as a 6 part miniseries so that makes me glee. For some reason, I really enjoy long-assed series.

You also seem super easy to befriend as much because you seem to have many of the same interests as your personability. Also, you seem erudite and thoughtful which has become the standard for whether or not I can tolerate a person or them me. (I hate to say "seem" as it sounds skeptical but try the sentence without it and it sounds stupid.)
Maybe that is my issue, I've become pretty fond of excising as many idiots from my life as possible. It's funny that you brought up points I have when various people have pointed out that it would be better for me to have a friend with whom I have nothing in common than no friend at all and to that I say "pbbttth." Being a bit of an academic isn't special or particularly rare (I mantra this to myself so as to prevent my feeling too full of myself for what is strictly my personality and not something for which I can claim too much responsibilty as it is namely genetics and upbringing) and having "understands most of the words I use" as a prerequisite doesn't seem too far out there in my estimation.
I have few friends as it is that cover all of their ground. I have 3 best friends and the rest are acquaintances and even my closest friends split up to cover the court:
Amanda: humor, grammar, word usage, being pedantic
Matt: humor, ethics, physics, philosophy, conspiracy theories, climbing walls and foot-races though he is a foot taller than I am and therefore usually wins, he's my only friend that has the kind of energy I have for being a spaz (we were at sea world a while back and ended up racing to a rollercoaster as it was about to close with the rest of the group limping and cursing behind with exhaustion... we really liked that coaster.)
Tambra: humor, ethics, emotions, decision-making, hippie-logic, math (bless her for all of the AP Algebra she did for me in HS (when I went on my boycott of homework.. logic being that since I made atleast a 95 on all of the exams and therefore obviously knew the material.)
Maybe this is an example of flexibility in friend choice because Amanda refuses to think too much about philosophy or politics and Tambra isn't particularly good at it as she is decidedly neo-hippie where Matt and Tambra treat the English language like a punching bag. I think the main unity between them all is a> they don't bring mud into my house that is to say: no drama b>they're all uniquely and truly funny in a way that isn't predictable to me. They enjoy and encourage how I am is also a big factor. That sounds like an odd aspect of friendship but, in a way, your friends are psychologically your second family and I haven't a first so those bastards have to be supportive.
Amanda recently told me, quite unsolicited, that I intimidated some people which I scoffed at as it is a pitfall to imagine your downfalls as boons, I think. She clarified adding how people who were more socially submissive (I'm not talking the difference between tops and bottoms here but rather social dynamics) or atleast more humble personally are always really fond of me when people with strong or decided opinions and a need to self-protect hate me almost on sight. I'm not sure about this theory as it isn't really anything that can ever be tested or proven. Also, she has known me since Sophomore Year in High School and respects me more than I deserve and seems biased to thinking I'm some superperson whom everyone should immediately love which is just not the case (or if it is, I have to be realistic enough to say that it probably isn't.)

I owe you some pudding as I have no real way to prove t'other. I wasn't braiding my cilia but rather a maribou rope thingie which may have added to the difficulty.. my hairs are currently too short to braid

As for iced tea, I'm on a kick lately as Bill Miller's has mugs you can fill for fifty cents. I've always prefered unsweetened iced tea which is a bit of a trick when being raised in the south and they, unlike many places, make unsweet tea. Now I'm seriously craving tea. Rhahr.

preferred

see.. pedantic

i find myself unable to escape the comfy grip of my bed prior to 1pm

That's my typical M.O. I'm not certain why my body thinks that noonish is the proper wake-up time (whatever time I finally crash out. This going to bed absurdly early is taking its toll. (i.e. I woke up at 1-mothfucker-AM this morning which just cannot be right.
Others usually mock me for waking up so late and so badly (in the main, if you wake me prior to noon, you get the reptilian evil of my half-sleeping mind.
My best friend used to wake me up by making my teddybears dance (whilst hiding them) to make me laugh rather than my usual waking up with a start and not a little bit of violence.

There needs to be a pychological term for "Don't fucking wake me up."

Of course, the creature of suggestion that I am, I was compelled to instantly attempt roll my "b"s in an experimental sentence and though it IS possible but it is tantamount to purr-talking which could be pretty great when trying to run off random drunk dudes at bars. I'm glad for any new way to make strangers uncomfortable.
You may be onto something there.

VonGeek:
I'm not certain what I did to illicit the smilie face (if it was indeed meant for me at all) but I am grateful.
Here's one for you. :-) with an added
Everyone deserves a smiling emoticon at some juncture provided he or she doesn't kick puppies for fun. No emoticon for puppy kickers.

I forgot about the Supreme Court precedence of Gargantua vs. Apophis. Thank you for correcting my ignorance of simian law.

As for tomatoes, I am also usually skeptical of cooked tomatoes (or cooked fruit in general) but these are roasted lightly enough that the outside is slightly blackened and the inside is not mushy and disgusting. They put herbs and junk all over the thing and the bastards inspire worship. I've tried since to recreate the process to fail miserably not unlike my futile attempt to recreate the cucumber onion salad I had in Mexico (also worthy of temples.)
The moral of the story: that shit is good, you must try it.

It's broiled not roasted. I'm not sure that the difference isn't nominal but I thought I should correct myself lest someone eat a roasted tomato and call me a liar. They put garlic on them and blacken it which makes it appear roasted (to my ignorant eyeballs.) I usually loathe garlic so they do a damn good job of getting me to eat not only a cooked tomato but a buttload of garlic. Everyone in my group ordered the tomatoes and it became pretty humorous "what would you like for your side?" "TOMATOES!" They're a hit.