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What the shit, Virgin 1, why are you stopping at 2x09 of TSCC until February when four more episodes are being aired in the US before the midseason break? What, we can't ~*possibly*~ catch up a little with America?

Absolute fail.

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u.k tv just sucks like that doesn't it? no wonder so many of us have to resort to downloading. lol

Yeah, you better believe I'm not waiting till February to see those goddamn four episodes. The BBC actually sucks less than Virgin 1 at the moment. Something is seriously wrong here.

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lol, okay that's just wrong!!

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That really makes no sense whatsoever. And, dude, are you actually going to wait?

I guess it's because we British have to be a certain amount of episodes behind you guys, probably licensing or something, but yeah, it's pretty freaking irritating. And there's pretty much no way I'm waiting for it. Season one of Life also ended today, and I don't know when season two is going to hit, so I guess I'll just have to acquire that as well.

How's the sleeping going?

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Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense. Doesn't make it suck any less though. But, dude, if you had managed to wait it out, I would be questioning your humanity because that would have been some super patience.

I'm curious how you're going to like the second season of Life. There was some standout episodes that definitely have a S1 feel but this was definitely a show that had some network meddling. One of the most obvious being Dani.

And, dude, sleep has finally come to me. I finally feel asleep at 7am and didn't wake until 6pm. It was fucking glorious. And now I actually feel like a human being.

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Well, I downloaded all four in one night (haven't worked them yet, but it's only a matter of time), so I think my humanity is intact for now.

And, dude, sleep has finally come to me.

So, I guess I'm not going to best you in verbal (textual?) combat for a while then, huh?

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What is your icon suppose to be from? It scares me a little.

So, I guess I'm not going to best you in verbal (textual?) combat for a while then, huh?

No, I think you still will. My sleep may have returned to me but my snark has yet to make an appearance. I feel a little powerless and vulnerable.

And I would go with verbal over textual. It's like when I say I talk to you even though it's really just typing. Might not exactly be correct but it sounds better.

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I'm pretty sure it's from TSCC 2x09, when Cameron goes to John's room. Is it scary?

I feel a little powerless and vulnerable.

\o/ Huzzah, I'm like Ando, the sidekick who finally has a power.

I guess since most of my real life verbal socialising happens with people about forty plus years older than me in the my local park, I probably shouldn't quibble over verbal/textual, huh? And it's kind of difficult trying to explain the whole 'I was talking to her, but not really' thing to normal people.

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I'm pretty sure we're not seeing the same thing. Does this look like Cameron to you?

Huzzah, I'm like Ando, the sidekick who finally has a power.

Aren't you suppose to help enhance my power? Because you suck at it.

I guess since most of my real life verbal socialising happens with people about forty plus years older than me in the my local park

That's sad. But that also pretty much describes me. Minus the park. Which makes it sadder.

I've tried explaining the whole talking but not really thing to normal people before. I usually just come off looking like a pathetic loser that can't get a person to stay within five feet of her. It wouldn't be a big surprise if that was true but it wasn't the point I was trying to get across.

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...Uh huh. Yeah, somehow I think we're not seeing the same thing. This is the icon I was using:

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Edit: it just occurred to me that linking the icon from my userpics is probably going to have the same problem. Yay, clever me!

Why is it always manga icons that appear when LJ messes up the userpics?

Aren't you suppose to help enhance my power?

Only when I can be bothered. I'm a lazy sidekick.

Minus the park doesn't make it sadder, let me tell you, not when the grass in the park is basically just mud, branches fall out of the trees and there's food and crap all the ground. It's like trying to clear a level in a video game.

Normally when I try to explain anything internet-based, I just get a raised eyebrow, a stare and a nod. Possibly that's because I mutter and generally explain things badly when talking, but still.

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it just occurred to me that linking the icon from my userpics is probably going to have the same problem. Yay, clever me!

Heh. I was working on a reply where I still saw scary manga guy. I decided to refresh before responding to make sure you didn't edit you reply.

The last time two times LJ fucked up my userpics, I got a Beauty and the Beast icon and some guy making jerking off gestures. The latter was slightly embarrassing.

Edited for geekiness: That icon isn't from 2x09 but 2x11. Cameron is definitely not in the Connor household but since I believe you haven't seen that episode, I will make with the shutting up.

Only when I can be bothered. I'm a lazy sidekick.

Well then don't expect me to save your ass when you inevitably get into a pickle that all sidekicks seem to get into.

Minus the park doesn't make it sadder, let me tell you, not when the grass in the park is basically just mud, branches fall out of the trees and there's food and crap all the ground.

You just described my backyard. I never go back there. I may get lost. And never return. I have no survival skills. I'll be a chewed upon.

I find geeky things in general are hard to explain to non-geeky people because they just don't get it. You can explain it as clearly as possible but that still won't make them understand the draw of it all. Where they see sad and pathetic, I see awesomeness and possibilities. Luckily, I can fly by pretty normal but that may just be the delusion talking.

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but since I believe you haven't seen that episode, I will make with the shutting up.

Yeah, I haven't watched it yet - if I manage to have a bath sometime before midnight tonight, I might try to marathon the four episodes I've got.

I have no survival skills.

So how are you going to save me from my inevitable pickles, then?

See, now I can't seem to pull off acting normal any more - somewhere between breathless ranting and talking too fast or not at all, I think I lose all but the most dedicated. There's nothing like being stared at as if you're stupid when they're the ones that don't understand what you're saying. But such is our burden, I guess.

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I might try to marathon the four episodes I've got.

\O/

Though after that than no más until February. I hate all the fucking networks for yanking all the shows until then. DAMN THEM ALL.

So how are you going to save me from my inevitable pickles, then?

I thought I just told you not to expect me to. One, because I'm being vindictive for you being lazy. Two, because I lack the skill. In the end, I would probably end up harming you more.

See, now I can't seem to pull off acting normal any more - somewhere between breathless ranting and talking too fast or not at all, I think I lose all but the most dedicated.

Awww. *pets you*

I think the biggest question mark about me is what I spend hours on the computer doing. And I'm a little socially awkward, especially with new people. I can just hear how awkward the words coming out of my mouth sound and it makes me cringe. And I talk really fast as well but I've been doing that since I was little. The people I actually care about can keep up with it by now so I'm less concerned with that. But, yeah, I can pull off the appearance of normal pretty well. I can range from a normal if boring girl to the bitch who won't stop snarking on you. I usually settle somewhere in the middle.

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I thought I just told you not to expect me to.

Yes, but you implied that by not helping me I'd in some way be in more danger. I'm wondering if maybe I should reconsider being a sidekick now.

New people are worst, only outdone by people who try to hug you upon seeing you. I'm fairly sure I look terrified when someone approaches, arms outstretched - especially when they're smaller than me. I don't know what to do with my limbs, and since I'm kind of short I always feel there's something fundamentally wrong if someone's older and shorter than me.

(And hey, I got your card today! I don't know what you were talking about, I like your handwriting, it reminds me of the writing in a comic I used to read.)

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Yes, but you implied that by not helping me I'd in some way be in more danger.

No, I... I don't know. I'm surprised I can function enough to even type on a keyboard. Making sense would just be a bonus.

New people are worst, only outdone by people who try to hug you upon seeing you.

What is up with those people? I know there's such a thing as friendly and happy but there's also something called boundaries. Or personal bubbles.

I kind of generally suck at giving hugs though. I don't relax at all and my shoulders are all tense and where the hell do I put my arms? Is it a quick hug? Do I pat them on the back or something? Too many questions and variables. The only time I'm not a stiff little board is when I glomp someone and that's because I'm hoping they'll support my body weight.

(That's because I put in some actual effort. Well, kind of. I was slightly rushing and trying not to get the shit beat out of me by some scary looking mom with a bunch of packages. And her loud kids. See, this is why I know it's never a good idea to venture out in the world.)

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Too many questions and variables.

Yeah, and how about air-kissing? People always do this to me, and then their make-up and perfume gets involved (a guy's never tried to air kiss me, that would be a little worrying) and highly perfumed things make me sneeze, and generally I've got a thick coat on and a heavy bag with me, and then everything just falls apart.

(I tried venturing out into the world today - I had to go and buy food for Christmas Day, two chickens because me and my mum are fussy bitches and won't eat certain parts of it - and I forgot how FUCKING INSANE London is at any given moment. People just mill around in packed crowds like they have nothing better to do than have me ram into them. They don't seem to realise that shopping in London is serious fucking business.)

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Yeah, and how about air-kissing?

Luckily, I have never experienced this. I don't really associate with people who do the air kissing. My friends certainly don't and I usually meet new people through my cousin and she's a little ghetto and her friends would stomp people who would do that.

But, no, PERFUME. I HATE THAT CRAP WITH A PASSION. I can't go anywhere near stores that have a shitload of perfume because I get an instant headache.

a guy's never tried to air kiss me, that would be a little worrying

Dude, you want to know what worrying is? I saw Cry Baby in theaters with my ex-boyfriend and during part of the scene where Johnny Depp is in his underwear and we get a close shot of his crotch, he lets out a too enthusiastic "Wooo!" and grabs my thigh. Yeah. Not at all uncomfortable.

(Remind me never ever to go shopping with you. Or maybe I should and I could use you as a battering ram to get to the good shit. I have to rely on being agile and ducking and weaving through large crowds. I have to be careful though or I'll be stomped on worst than that Walmart employee.

You also have me wondering what I'm going to eat on Christmas. I'm not going with my grandparents to my uncle's and now I just realized that I'm going to be gypped out of my holiday ham. Damn.)

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The air kissers are mostly people I know from walking my dogs, and the youngest is about thirty-five, so I get this whole 'oh, isn't she nice and polite, and a teenager, let's give her a hug, she comes from a broken family' sort of thing.

You have to wonder what people who wear shitloads of perfume are covering up. There are such things as showers.

he lets out a too enthusiastic "Wooo!" and grabs my thigh

Oh, nice. At least he was your boyfriend?

(It gets worse tomorrow - I'm going to be here. Fucking Armageddon.

Are you going to be on your own for Christmas, then? It's not really Christmas if you don't gorge yourself on food, is it?)

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See, I think this where my whole sullen teenager looks comes in handy. I would pull that sucker out of my repertoire and no one with half a brain would approach me, let alone blow air kisses.

Who knows? But I can barely handles the smallest doses of that shit. Especially if you stick me in a confined space like a car. Then I just get nauseous.

Oh, nice. At least he was your boyfriend?

Eh. It was nice and all but I guess I'm fickle because it didn't take me long before I wanted to escape the relationship. He was moving a little too fast with the whole "I'm in love with you" territory and I was also uncomfortable with scrutiny my Non was giving the relationship.

Then the thigh/Wooo! thing happened and I started questioning his sexuality. As did my cousin.

(Why? Why would you willingly enter into that? I'll pray for you, my friend.

No, my aunt and Mom are going to stay with me. My aunt also didn't want to get into a car with my grandparents for several hours and then stay stuck in a house populated my loud, annoying kids. My Mom wanted to go to my uncle Johnny's but I guess she's not going because of me which makes me feel guilty. I guess I'm going to have to put my limited cooking skills to the test and scrounge for food. Or, you know, make some mac and cheese.

And, duuuuude, distract me. I'm delaying cleaning my room in preparation for my mother.)

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(I enter it because I failed at finishing my Christmas shopping today and we still don't have lights for our tree. Hopefully I'll be able to get everything I need from one shop which is by the bus stop, and then I can just hop back on the bus and get the fuck home.

The idea of cooking food for Christmas myself terrifies me, even if it does just involve shoving stuff into the oven. I'll be thinking of you, hoping you haven't set yourself alight.

Distract you? Hm, well, I'm writing something that I promised I'd write an age ago, if you know what I mean, and now I'm remembering why I avoided it for so long. My icon may or may not be related. Also, my room looks like a bomb has gone off in it, so I feel for you.)

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(I see how this goes. I pray that you don't get trampled and you pray that I don't burn down the building a la Meredith. But I really am feeling screwed over this Christmas. My Non can fucking cook like nothing else and she's denying me that this year. I'll take lumps and lumps of coal if it means I get one plate of my Non's cooking.

That was like the original fic I rooted for, wasn't it? And I didn't notice your icon at first so I had to scroll back up to the top to check and, holy crap, I never thought I would be so happy to be threatened by a gun and ball of electricity. How's it going?

And, I just dumped three large separate piles of clothes into one humongous pile and now I'm just sitting here. I'm hoping if I stare at it long enough that it will just disappear. Or form a monster and devour me. Either one works for me.)

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(It does sound like you're getting a little screwed over, yeah. Maybe Santa doesn't like incest and porn?

It is indeed the original fic, or least the pairing. It's... going, slowly. I'm just about the kill a bunch of people off, so I'm starting to get back into my comfort zone. I really want to post it tonight, but I don't know if I'll get it finished how I want it that quickly.

You could tie all your clothes together and use them to escape out of your window. That always works in cartoons.)

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(Don't forget to add excessive cussing to the list. I really should be on the very bottom of Santa's list. Or maybe he can read my thoughts and knows I would shoot his fat ass if I caught him eating my cookies.

Ah, you and death. You two just go hand and hand, don't ya? And slowly is better than not at all. I'm just glad you're finally writing that sucker again.

Well in real life, I would be throwing my clothes into a pile of crap. Crap of the literal kind and junk that my Pops piles up on the side of the house.

I always do this though. It's a problem of mine. I'll get all pumped and determined to clean and my energy will sputter out right in the middle and my room gets stuck in this chaotic bubble of suckage. Or I'll waste all my energy creating a playlist to awkwardly groove to while I clean.)

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