Chokoholics, video-game addicts, manga fiends — tell us how you know when you’ve crossed the line.
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Chokoholics, video-game addicts, manga fiends — tell us how you know when you’ve crossed the line.
Continued from version 2009.2.
Hopefully first post?
You know your addicted to You Know You’re Addicted to X When You Y thread when you get the first post on the new thread within a few hours of when it comes out.
Twenty-seven minutes, actually.
Cake. I just got on a few minutes ago, and this morning I was on and it wasn’t there, so I figured I’d guess safe. Apparently my guess wasn’t all that great.
You know you’re addicted to procrastinating when you- I’ll finish this comment later.
That emoticon is moving.
Is that a problem?
Did I say it was a problem?
I notice you still haven’t. It’s been 3 months and 2 weeeks.
You know you’re addicted to Alex Day music when you listen to The World is Mine (I Don’t Know Anything) (the album, not the song) 4 times a day on average..
I listen to TWIM(IDKA) about twenty times per day on average. FACT.
You know you’re addicted to The Big Bang Theory when you convince yourself that you saw Jim Parsons haggling over kai lan at a Singapore market.
“I’ll take two”
“Okay”
“Bazinga! I always have one!”
Or, since most Singaporeans are Chinese, he could try out his Mandarin…
“Gei wo kan ni yong de chen pi! (Show me your mucus!”
“Aiyo, blow your own nose and go away, crazy man!”
I love big bang theory! (cannot remember words) I have oxen in my bed. many, many oxen!
XD: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
((Whee! New thread!!))
You know you’re addicted to random character nicknaming on a regular basis when you just came up with 5 more and can’t wait to tell all your friends, even those who don’t get it.
Guilty and will be forevermore.
I never get them, and most are so confusing I just say I do.
You know you’re addicted to Voltaire when you create an account on Grooveshark.com just so you can save a playlist of every Voltaire song they have and – Oh, excuse me. “Ex Lover’s Lovers” is starting…
It is so incredibly awkward to have one’s mother walk in as one is listening to that song. “Die, die, die, watch them die…” Thankfully, she understands I listen to weird music.
You know you’re addicted to Monty Python when you sing the Lumberjack Song in the shower.
What if you sing the Philosophers’ Drinking Song or recite the Fish Licence sketch in the shower?
I sang the Philosophers’ Drinking Song with my girlfriend in a hotel lobby once. The staff gave us some pretty interesting looks.
You know you’re addicted to Homestar Runner when you can’t pronounce the word “lemonade” correctly anymore.
Ha! yeah, I always wanna say “melonade” too.
You know you’re addicted to Strong Bad Emails if your personal role model is Senor Cardgage, you have nightmares about Trogdor, and you’re a card-carrying Deletehead!
You know you’re addicted to Disney when you hear that a NASA official will be “doing a meet-and-greet” and your first thought is “What, like Mickey?”
You know you’re addicted to Mewtwo when you think that having/ being a clone is just about the best thing that could happen to you.
No, honestly,
((Mewtwo: …Uh…Thanks?
Me: Don’t mention it.
Mewtwo: Okay, I won’t.
Me: …
Mewtwo: …))
6.1- I agree. Luckily, I only ever listen to Voltaire on headphones. Of course, that isn’t foolproof…
I finally did what I knew I’d do eventually. I wrote “en” on an assignment.
You know you’re addicted to science fiction when you think the concept of having/being a clone is almost more scary than cool. You know you’re addicted to adventure books if that combination just makes it seem 250% more awesome. So… Blogclones? Maybe?
((Dryena (my Purrloin): Phssh. Lucky…
Me: Oh please, Dryena. You’re as awesome as any clone!
Dryena: I know you mean nearly as awesome.
Me: OK, fine. You caught me. But you’re still cool!
Dryena: Hmm… *steals Oran Berry*
Me: Hey! That’s my last one!))
I wrote ‘en’ on an assignment, too! I explained what it meant, though; did you?
Yes. But I still had to change it.
YOUHAVEAPURRLOINIWANTONEIWANTONEEEEEEEEEE…
EHEHEHEHEHE….
I shall GET ONE LIKE IN A DAY. WHEN POKEMON BLACK COMES TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…
You know you’re obsessed with Pokemon when I did not just seem completely evil. And you know you’re obsessed with evilness when
Iyou just thought “Hey, butI amyou are evil!”I’m obsessed with sci-fi too, and I know that they all (well, nearly all?) make cloning seem like a horrible crime against nature. All the books I’ve read/ movies I’ve seen seem to suggest that. Even my language arts teacher…sheesh. She says that it’s morally wrong to create someone just to eventually use their organs for your personal gain. But does it have to be inherently for that purpose? Why can’t science be for science’s sake?!
Hehehe…I’m starting to sound like Chad. Better ease up on the philosophical thinking there. Anyway, blogclones sounds awesome. *parades into insane asylum office* HEY, I’VE GOT A BLOGCLONE!!!!! *is taken away in a straitjacket*
Have you read Double Identity by Margaret Peterson Haddix? I don’t want to say why I’m bringing it up because it would be a MAJOR spoiler (though you can probably guess it anyway), but I think you’d find it fascinating. I loved it.
Oh, and what/who is Voltaire anyway? Would I enjoy en’s music? (Probably, considering I am your newly designated blogclone.) Please enlighten me…
Mago Berry, I must say, you totally and 100% RULE!!!! Just so you know, when I read your post, I posted tis as my Facebook status: “OK, it’s officially official. It has been scientifically proven by pokemon. It is now an undeniable fact. I HAVE A BLOGCLONE!!!”
I agree with your thing about clones. Science for sciences sake should be OK, as long as the clones are allowed to live out their lives.
As for Voltaire, he’s an amazing goth singer (I’m not goth but I love his music). He sings a lot about the devil and evil and death and such. I recommend listening to “When You’re Evil” to see if you’ll like him or not. You can find it on YouTube under the keywords “voltaire when you’re evil”. When I first listened to it, I thought I had gone to an all-instrumental version by mistake because it has a really long violin solo in the beginning, so be careful.
*really badly wants to learn that solo, along with the guitar solo from Comfortably Numb(on violin, I guess)*
Seconding the recommendation, Voltaire is made of pure awesome and must be heard. Also recommending “All the Way Down” and “Crusade”. And “Goodnight Demon Slayer”. And… you get the point.
Eh. Personally, I don’t really like “All the Way Down”. I just figured I’d recommend his most famous/popular song first. I think it gives a great sample of His Dark Awesomeness without being… Too much, if you know what I mean.
And learning that solo would be amazing!
And I’ve practiced singing backup for “Ex Lover’s Lovers” and I can make my voice sound almost exactly like the backup singer’s! (Who never actually sings, but speaks in a half-growl.)
And I had to tell my friend that worshipping Voltaire was not a plausible idea because it would be an affront to He Who Sings of Alliegance With the Devil. He said that Voltaire worship could be a Satanic religion, but I answered that that would require a singer god for him to oppose.
I quoted Molly Weasley on an assignment yesterday.
Voltaire sounds awesome. Like REALLY AWESOME. Hehehe. Unfortunately I have no YouTube access, as my computer is from the Stone Age. Meh.
HEHEHEHE!!!!! 
YAYAYAYAYAYAYABLOGCLONES!!!!!!! FWEEEE!!!!! I always wanted (???) a blogclone!!!! YAYYAYYAY!! *is very overly excited*
*cough* Sorry, I seem to be having a week in which I am overly excited. Did you know that Saturday was Run Around in Circles Screaming Your Head Off If Your Name is Mago Berry Day??? AND TODAY IS PI DAY.
Oh! And I quoted Last Airbender in Social Studies today…we were talking about being nervous during mock trials. When the teacher said that being nervous just keeps getting worse, I couldn’t help myself. Hee hee…
16- In that case, I have two suggestions:
1) grooveshark.com (just remember the www and all you have to do is type “voltaire” into the searchbox and make sure not to pick up a Cabaret Voltaire song by mistake. That’s a totally different band.)
2) Go to voltaire.net (again, triple Ws) and click on the Deady Flash Game. Deady is his most popular comic book character (did I mention he writes comic books too?) and the flash game has you play as Deady and bash things – aiming for the highest evilness ranking – while “When You’re Evil” plays in the background.
Also, MAGO. BERRY. CAKING. RULES. PERIOD. I’m so happy you’re my blogclone, I’ve been raving to all my friends “I HAVE A BLOGCLONE! THAT’S LIKE THERE BEING TWO OF ME! BE AFRAID. BE VERY AFRAID.” If they didn’t already know I was crazy, they would probably have looked at me strangely and walked away quietly.
17- Ooh! Which one? “It’s like I’m a big, growing snowball of nerves!” or “Prepare to be de-stessified!” or a different quote? Do tell!
To suggestions 1/2: VOLTAIRE. IS. PURE. GREATNESS. That is all I can say. RANDEMOSITY RULES TOO. I’ve been raving to my mom and anyone who will actually have some vague idea of what MuseBlog is. That is-counted myself- exactly THREE PEOPLE. Ehehe. BEING A CLONE MAKES MY LIFE BETTER. Did I mention I’ve having a hyper happy moment as of now? More like a hyper happy week. Ackacakingmuffins.
It was “It’s like I’m a big, growing snowball of nerves!”. It was just too good to pass up that opportunity…as they say, the moment was right…
(That Annoying Voice Inside My Head: Who’s “they”?
Me: Shut up.)
You know your gallery director mother taught you art history well when posing with hands outstretched while holding an empty yogurt cup in your hand like a hand-drum and your legs posed mid-dance and shouting “Look! I’m Shiva! I just need a fire in my other hand!” garners a laugh from her.
YOU RULE!!! As soon as I read this post last night (I was immediately forced to relinquish my computer) I started raving to EVERYONE I know that my blogclone has now been initiated into Voltaire-fandom too! I’m so happy/excited about it that in my head I’m running around in circles wearing a straightjacket while holding a mango with a tranquilizer dart stuck in its side over my head and alternating between screaming “YES!” “MAGO BERRY!” and “VOLTAIRE!” at the top of my lungs. Meanwhile, my Sceptile is standing back a ways and giving me the “You’re crazy” look. And then your Giratina appears out of nowhere and pulls a Mesfyel. And we all blow up. And then it all repeats.
Ahem. Yes. Well, I’m certain you can tell that I am rather excited at this point, and no longer frightened of the concept of clone-dom at all.
You know you’re addicted to everything to do with tardigrades when you can’t hear ‘TARDIS’ without thinking, “Wait, what do Tardigrades In Space have to do with this?”
Guilty.
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when you name a program to send tardigrades into space TARDIS. Apparently, someone is guilty, and also awesome (I don’t watch it myself, but everyone I know who does is awesome, and tardigrades are awesome, so it seems logical).
You know you’re addicted to Tvtropes when you’re able to make a list of tropes for each of your friends, and they all make perfect sense.
You know you’re addicted to Gurren Lagann when you make drill jokes to everyone, even if they don’t get it/think it’s something to do with sex
You know you’re addicted to Echo Bazaar when people ask you what your opinions of the devil are and you say “She’s a good person, but rather lousy at polite conversation”.
You know you’re addicted to dwarf fortress when wonder why modern millitary bases don’t come with lava traps and more beer.
You know you’re addicted to manga when you pick up a piece of western literature and start reading the wrong way (Has actually happened to me -_ -)
You know you’re addicted to Harvest Moon when you start wondering what your virtual spouse is doing while you’re gone (Also has actually happened)
You know you’re addicted to facebook when you get the urge to go beyond poking your friends and wish to hurl a caking sheep into their face.
That’s happened to me with American comics. I switch back and forth a lot, so it can get confusing.
@R101
The exact reason why Giratina sucks: It explodes every time you take it outside its ball due to being made of anti-matter.
Only if you are out of the Distortion World and it is holding a Griseous Orb, and even then something about the orb probably negates that. (And technically, it isn’t made of antimatter, it is just the physical representation of antimatter.)
Like, Dialga isn’t “made out of TIME”. That would be…odd. And Giratina probably has a vacuum around it or something…would explain why it floats at least…or maybe. I dunno, I’ll have to look into that.
FWEEERANDOMOSITYISMYBLOOOOGCLOOOOOOONEWHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!! THISISAWESOMEWHOOYES!!!!!!!!!!! *cough* Mesfyel’s standing beside me at the moment, so I can’t yell or I might interrupt her private psychic conversation with Dextram.
((Mesfyel: WHAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!
Me: Nevermindnevermindnevermindalreadyehehe… *sweatdrop*
Mesfyel: THAT WAS MAGO BERRY!!! NOT ME!!!!! I SWEAR!!!!
Me: Who’re you talking to, Mesfyel?
Mesfyel: Shut. Up.))
Dextram is an awesome half-Deoxys and slightly (well, okay, A LOT) insane kid who can do advanced calculus in his head. Mesfyel…um, IS NOT currently talking to him every free second of her day. If you get my meaning.
You know, that’s the first time you’ve ever spelled my name right? You usually spell it “Randemosity101”. Not that I mind, I just wanted to commemorate the event.
And yes, I do believe I get your meaning… *evil-ish smile*
((Me: *looks down at hands* What the cake? *retracts claws* *hears something and ducks* *Leaf Blade passes through air where head used to be* *turns around* If it’s not me, it’s you, huh?
Sceptile: *grinning* Ah, come on! You were asking for it!
Me: Never said I wasn’t.
Sceptile: OK, well… I’m going to visit my friend Megainium. See ya!
Me: Just remember to take the Mental Herb this time.
Sceptile: *groans* Yes, Mom.
Me: Don’t eeeven go there. *narrows eyes*
Sceptile: OK, OK! *takes Mental Herb and leaves*))
By the way, Dextram sounds AWESOME!!! Out of curiosity, are ALL of your Pokemon Fusions insane?
-23 Do you mean to say you have only tried to open a western book right-to-left ONCE??? You obviously do not read NEARLY enough manga! Even I have done that more than once!
You know that you are addicted to The Addams Family when you you wake up in the morning with the theme song running through your head.
25.1: I shall now make it a point to spell it right. NOW. *headdesk* There, now I should remember it for a good long time. Maybe.
Not all the PokeFusions (AWESOME NAME! THANK YOU! CAN I USE IT?!) are crazy, no– in fact, some are just downright normal, if you can believe it. They’re the ones that I usually have as minor characters and, like Mika (the good one of the two half-Mews), tend to be put in life-threatening situations more often than they’d probably like. Because, frankly, otherwise they’re just be downright boring.
I have done the wrong/way/Western/book/opening/thing several (weeeell, maybe more) times. I really need to get it into my head that BOOK WITH ONLY WORDS IN THEM ARE READ THE
WRONGRIGHT WAY.Don’t worry too much. The spelling isn’t a big deal, you just happen to have the misfortune of being blogclones with a pedantic nit-picker.
I didn’t come up with the name Pokemon Fusions. It’s been used by the internet Pokemon fanbase probably as long as there have been Pokemon. And you’re right. Normal characters WOULD be boring. An evil half-Mew? Ooh… I like that idea…
I’m guessing you’ve read more manga than I have. A LOT more. -.-
Heheh… You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when you complain to EVERYONE you know that you can’t chat with your blogsister or blogclone and don’t even know if they have Facebook or Gmail. (Guilty. Back to complaining. I WANT TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH TO MAGO BERRY!!!!!)
You know you’re a nerd when:
1. Your celebrity crush is Ron Weasley.
2. You get excited at the prospect of reading Romeo and Juliet.
3. On Friday nights, you go and play baroque music at the conservatory.
4. You bake cupcakes for the class on Andrew Jackson’s birthday.
5. No one gets your jokes. They’re all about Calvin and Hobbes or United States History or Jane Austen.
6. You’d rather see Jane Eyre than anything involving Katherine Heigl.
7. You go to the art museum on a field trip and practically have a seizure because you recognize that person on the Greek jar from The Odyssey.
8. Your favorite character from Glee is Artie.
9. At lunch, you and your friend sit together in the smallest cafeteria and read books.
10. For fun, you read the American Girl catalog and then make replicas of the clothing for your sister’s American Girl doll.
I don’t see how that last one is nerdy… Girly, maybe, but not nerdy…
Artie is also pretty hot.
Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, probably would be guilty if I could sew.
You know you’re addicted to Pokemon when, on the National Latin Exam, you are rather confused for a minute on seeing a story to translate titled “Slowpoke’s escape”.
You know you’re addicted to Star Trek when you have to write about a major event in your life as part of a drama assignment and the first thing you think of is when you started watching Star Trek.
You know you’re addicted to Harry Potter when you read Demigod as Demiguise.
29-Slowpoke’s Escape? Wha? Ha ha…that’s funny.
27.1-I probably just thought that Randomosity101 looked cooler. And don’t worry, I nitpick too…hehehe.
I must not be that involved in the Internet fanbase then…sigh. This is what I get when I’ve got a computer from the last millenium. *headdesk* The evil half-Mew is, or so I think, one of my more original ideas…c’mon, think about it, he’s got pink ears and a pink tail and pink hair…I just BET he’s with the bunnies…
Actually I don’t read all that much manga, although I wish I could. I simply read the ones I have over and over and over and over…ehehe.
No Facebook, no Gmail. I probably would have gotten a Gmail, if it weren’t for the fact that I already had an email since I was ten, and I didn’t want to have to shut that one down. I’m different like that. XD
You know you’re addicted to Pokemon when you can identify, for any main series game, the generation, group of games, region, area, and first pokemon by listening to a five second clip of the music.
As guilty as anyone could get. Diddle deet-deet-deet diddle deet-deet-deet diddle deet-deet deedle deet, diddle deet-deet-deet diddle deet-deet-deet diddle deet-deet deedle eedle eet. (Route 1, Pokémon Red/Blue/Yellow)
You know what, let’s do another one.
Bum bum, ba-dum bum, ba-dum bum, ba-dum bum, ba-dam bam, ba-dam bam, ba-dam bam, ba-dam budda, boodle-a-dum bam boodle oodle doodle oodle da dum ba-dum, ba-dum… (Wild Pokémon Encounter, Pokémon Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald)
I could do this all day. Maybe we should move this over to Computer and Video Games?
I’d like to change one of mine:
You know you’re addicted to Echo Bazaar when you can loudly proclaim a proud drug addiction that you practice weekly, you’ve dated devils on several occasions, and you escaped from jail by beating the *expletive* out of every living thing that looked at you the wrong way.
Also, you know you’re addicted to pokemon when you’ve taken the time to examine yourself carefully and build teams based around what you know about your self (No ghosts, they scare the **** out of me ((Same for the gigantic legendaries)), no ice types because I hate the cold and they all live in sub-zero climates, and no poisons because I like my health).
You know you’re addicted to Caravan Palace when you use their music to learn how to pronounce words in French
You know you’re addicted to History when you can cite relevant examples for any subject from any time period. (R101, you know what I’m saying. -_ -)
You know you’re addicted to Legend of Zelda when you can identify every last piece of music from Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, or Majoras Mask.
You know you’re addicted to Oregon Trail when you purposely seek out an online emulator for it, despite how much your brain is screaming/threatening suicide.
You know you’re addicted to TVTropes (Again) when you’re able to beat your friends random acts of cruelty in video games by citing the page for “Player Cruelty Potential”.
You know you’re addicted to pokemon when you can still play the game after reading its nightmare fuel page on TVTropes. Bonus points if you can do it without cringing each time you use a move.
You know that you’re addicted to Pokemon when five pieces of music from the games are stuck in your head at once (Stark Mountain, Team Rocket, caves, the Safari Zone, and that route outside the Safari Zone) when that is, on any other occasion, impossible for your brain to handle.
Guilty, of course. Usually only two songs can torture me before I begin to start killing things. -_-
Caves? Which caves? Generic or unique music? Which Safari Zone?
I just had the Bell Tower, Black and White generic legend battle, and Gen I Lavender Town tracks all stuck in my head at once. It makes for an odd combination.
I have my own website-ish-thing, one page of which plays a random soundtrack when loaded. I accidentally broke the code once, so it tried to play every video at once (but only managed to play two or three at a time). [snip!] It was so amazing I had to leave it up.
(GAPAs, please don’t snip the amazingness that the page is.)
[Sorry, Optimatum. That’s how we run this place.]
Which region caves and Safari Zone? Generic cave music or unique?
I just had the Bell Tower, Unova generic legendary battle, Unova Gym Leader last pokemon battle, and Generation 1 Lavender Town tracks all stuck in my head at the same time.
32- Mew is pink, but not hot pink. (Thank goodness!)
Also, you can have more than one email account. I have three.
34- Guilty of the second one. ((Ghost types are a must, because I love to laugh. Dark types and/or Ice types take second priority, because I love darkness and cold. Grass types are second-to-last priority, because despite my homicidal tendencies, I am a moralistic naturalist. Finally, I would like Manaphy and/or Zoroark because of the movies.))
Also, about the Addicted to History, that was hilarious! You should post what happened on the Random Thread. On MuseBlog, that sort of thing merits a “very cool” at least!
35- Yup. Me too. But they’re usually from Hoenn.
Uh-oh… You mentioned killing things… Now triggering my favorite pasttime… HOMICIDAL RAMPAGE!
36:
HEHEHEHEHOMOCIDALRAMPAGINGHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!
*is whacked over head with large stick*
Ow. *cough* About email! I know, but still…I don’t really have the time to set up another one… I’m sorta afraid I’m going to forget about the first one if I do, because Gmail is just so darn awesome. Um. My memory isn’t exactly that good when it comes to distractions like—OH THE RANDOM WYNAUT!!!! Wait, what was I talking about???…
I like (in order): Dark, Psychic, Ghost (these come pretty close together), Dragon, Ice, Grass, Poison, Fire (ehehefirefire), Fighting, Ground, Flying, Water, Bug, Steel, Electric, Rock, and finally, the least favorite type of me, NORMAL. How could I like a type with that name?! Plus the fact that some of them are *shudder* pink. NO OFFENSE TO ARCEUS!!! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!!!!!!!
If I didn’t already know you were my clone, this would have proven it!
About the email, don’t transfer your contacts from the old email, and save the page you can get to it from as your default when you go online. WYNAUT!!!!!!!!
Arceus won’t kill you. For one thing, Arceus isn’t always a Normal type. And for another, you have Mewtwo on your side. Mew made Arceus; even if en does take offense, I’m sure Mew’s clone will have enough power to keep en off your tail.
Had to comment on that last part: Mew definitely did not make Arceus. Arceus created the universe and the first Pokemon. Mew is stated to be the ancestor of all pokemon before Arceus was discovered, which means they evolved from it (Mew was originally a fetus, actually).
Actually, Arceus is only ever credited with creating the universe. Mew is credited with creating/being the ancestor of all pokemon. Unless I miss my guess, Arceus is a pokemon. It created space, not creatures.
You know you’re addicted to slash when you watch Star Trek: Generations and mutter “No, Spock,s the one for you” as Kirk talks about wanting to be with some random woman who hasn’t been mentioned before and mentions Spock exactly once. And shriek with joy when he does mention Spock.
Beyoooond the realm of the starlight…
Their loooooove is wandering in starflight…
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when you buy a 66 track album on iTunes of incidental music.
You know you’re a space nerd when NASA.gov was the first place you ever heard of Mary J. Blige and Foursquare.
You know you’re addicted to reading when you have actually walked into a wall while reading a book.
Or when you have walked in a parade while reading a book.
Nice!
You know you’re a space nerd when your brother texts your mom “we’re at john glen high now”
And you immediately text back “Glenn. Two n s.”
Your school is named after an astronaut? *is jealous*
Not necessarily hers.
I’m jealous of them, too. Especially because they always beat us at Track and XC.
You know you’re a biology nerd when you don’t just know what a wongai ningauii is: You have a picture of one on your wall. Labeled.
-41 and 41.1 I’ve walked with a group of peers at a teen center several blocks to the nearest Safeway (we went there once a week and we could by junk food to eat) and back while reading a book, and my best friend was doing the same, does that count?
You know you’re addicted to Muse magazine when you hear your brother say “Mew” and you think he said “Muse.”
Another symptom of addiction to Muse is when you are reccomended to join your school’s Quiz Bowl team as of next year, and you wonder if they will let you wear a “Bo Knows” pin if you get actually compete (though it’s likely you’ll just be a researcher), and you come up with a complex invocation to speak just before the competetion.
You know you’re addicted to Castlevania when you glance over a message on chat and you see “Castlevania” but when you actually look at it, none of the words look anything like “Castlevania.” AND IT’S YOUR POST!!!
((Guilty to all. The last one is rather unfortunate, as I have spent the entire time since getting it up until now denying the possiblity of addiction.))
I have done the Mew/Muse thing many times. Both backwards and forwards.
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog if you’re playing Pokemon Battle Revolution, and your opponent’s Pokemon eats a Mago Berry and you think of, well, MAGO BERRY!
Oh, and when whenever you hear the word “kitten” you think of Little Basement Kitten.
((Guilty to both, of course. My blogsister and blogclone are the coolest people ever.))
You know you’re addicted to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy when you hear “Belgium” and think “swear word” first and “country” second.
You know you’re addicted to The Lord of the Rings when you misread numerator as Númenor.
You know you’re addicted to Discworld when your computer is named Hex. Cabbages come from the Sto Plains, Monopoly is really called Exclusion Possession, eldritch means oblong, and your books are totally distorting the fabric of reality. Additionally, when re-reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and coming to the SPOILER ear loss bit, your reaction is, “Why didn’t they get an Igor to put it back on?” END SPOILER
Guilty as charged. Of everything.
Guilty of several of the Discworld ones.
You know you’re addicted to zapatopi.net (tree octopus website + other stuff) when you deny the existence of Belgium.
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when you hear “Shattered windows, and the sound of drums” in a song and think of the episode Sound of Drums.
Also, when you see a license plate that says 2<3S1MOM and think "Time Lord?"
Or when you read, “The Sound and the Fury,” and think, the fury of a Time Lord!
Wow. I haven’t been feeling too good (mood-wise) these past three days, but then today I re-read several posts here by my flamablamablous (did I spell that right?) blogeclone, and now I feel 110% better.
Also, you know you’re addicted to entomology and related topics when:
1) You have a class with a career-profiling unit to practice investigative/research skills and you’re practically squeeing out loud because you get to profile entomology.
2) Back when you lived with an arachnaphobic adult, you had an agreement that en could not kill spiders when you were in the house, but must come to you so you could trap them and set them free outside.
3) You have pictures of tarantulas hung up all around your room.
4) You have been known to stare at ant farms/ladybug farms/your sister’s catterpillars/bugs in the outdoors/etc. for hours on end.
5) When you were little, you captured crane flies in a clear container and sketched them and wrote notes about them until you ran out of things to take notes on, and then you set them free outside.
6) You love ALL bugs – even cockroaches.
7) You can give a fairly detailed description of the mating rituals of several kinds of orb-weaver spiders, one kind of tarantula, praying mantises, scorpions, dragonflies, and many kinds of fireflies.
((YES. TOTALLY GUILTY. I LOVE BUGS!!!))
You also know you’re addicted to entymology when I fly won’t stay away from you for some reason (You’re not eating or anything, but it stays near you no matter what distractions there were.), so you’re distracted from an amazing book because it’s really fascinating, and you just keep staring at it… and then you start talking to it.
Guilty. It was cute; what can I say?
Years ago, when I was at the humble stage of the fifth grade, several kids in my class and every one of the third graders at the time were going on a caterpillar-killing spree. Their reasons were that the teacher told them to, that the “bagworms” (actually, tent caterpillars!) were going to kill the trees, and that they didn’t like bugs. I immediately relocated several dozen caterpillars to another, safer tree, then set up a program to save the insects. This included sticking up posters all along the walls of the school, and bringing in Wikipedia articles on the caterpillars. Needless to say, the posters (which advised students to write up their emails on the posters) attracted older students who made it a point to mock me and write emails like “randomguynamedbob@gmail.com”. After this, I personally sent out emails to kids in my class, in fancy lettering and colored text. This prompted badly spelled responses like, “Their ar to mani cattirpilurs in teh world, wy do u lyk tem so much? Just sayin. XD”
After the mocking at the hands of my immarture classmates, I hired my sister to help me physically defend the poor animals, which included among other things standing in front of the tree (and sometimes hitting people) with large sticks and grabbing offenders by the shirt. However, this was forced to end when the principle got involved. The mass murder eventually stopped as tent caterpillar season passed, but I didn’t go back to the school the next year, as the situation was hopeless. I only wish that maybe someone was kind enough to stop the serial killers in their tracks.
I later learned that the school I came to later had a similar episode in the fifth grade. Maybe it’s genetic…
Thank you for listening to my sad and pointless story with no happy ending in sight. I will now proceed to pie myself. *pies self*
You rock.
First of all, I admire you for standing up for bugs. I have long wished to attack classmates for their cruelty to worms. (And still! They are that immature!)
Nothing against bugs, but, er, what about the trees… Tent caterpillars can really cause damage.
Then instead, people could have taken some of the catterpillars home and fed them other things. Mago Berry apparetly didn’t think of that, though she probably couldn’t have convinced anyone else to do it, anyway. The problem with people is that they tend to think of the most violent solution first when there are always other options available.
Very true. I used to do that when I was little, actually. I collected the tents from the trees around our house and put them in a sandbox; I just worry about the trees quite a bit; it pains me to see them die-so many get chopped down.
Very commendable actions. I rather wish I had the ability to prevent people from screaming at the sight of a spider, but I suppose it is nice that the spiders usually survive when I’m around.
Thank you.
48: I’m guilty of some form of all of those except 6.
49: I’m very glad you stood up for them like that. I endured similar things in 5th grade, actually, and it didn’t go well, either. It only stopped because there was no recess in middle school. I think I was the only person who was happy about that.
49.5: I completely agree.
I’d like to note that I meant 5, not 6. I’m VERY guilty of 6. It was a typo.
Oh, and 7. SFTDP, but I’m not guilty of 7.
49- You don’t know how much it means to me to see another person stand up for innocent insects. I haven’t seen such events on such a large scale (though I have saved several spiders over the years from my mother and a handful of assorted slugs and worms from immature school and camp-fellows. And yes, I know none of those are actually insects) though I think hitting people with sticks was taking it a bit far. The best thing might have been to do as Bibliophile advised in post 49.2.1. Still, a very noble cause!
Everyone else: I am so glad to find so many people on MB who share my concern for the welfare of bugs. It’s only four, but that’s three more than I expected.
You said exactly what I wanted to say but couldn’t think of how. I do know what it means to you, even if I didn’t mention it until now. Thank you.
Have you read Gifts by Ursula K. LeGuin? It’s an amazing book, and someone tells a short story in it that can be very comforting when it seems like no-one cares about them. (I recommend it to people who don’t care about insects, too, because that isn’t a major theme at all, and it’s a great book)!
I just can’t stand to see beings die for no reason, especially ones that are physically unable to speak up for themselves. No-one has ever really understood that until now. It… doesn’t make sense to me, especially when the creatures in question have done nothing wrong. I just wish I could find a way to get someone to listen for once. My family is more reasonable than most people about it, and I don’t regularly associate with many other people anymore, but that’s temporary, and the issue still comes up. It’s caused me quite a lot of pain, and often I feel like no matter how hard I try to show people that killing is wrong (er, no offense to anyone who believes otherwise), I’ll never make any significant progress. This is… very uplifting.
Thanks.
I’m glad other people care. I WAS SO LONELY…
-52.1 First of all:
Second: No, I’ve never heard of that book, but I’ll read it now. Thank you for telling me about it!
Third: I operate on a policy of innocent until proven guilty. And in my opinion, the only people you can truely prove guilty are people who can speak a language you can understand or have someone translate for you. And the only people who fit that description are humans. And I don’t believe in harming innocent beings. Though I make no secret of being a tad homicidal toward humans when I’m angry.
-53 My feelings exactly.
The plants and animals are good. The people are bad. I am a proud hypocrite.
I don’t think that non-humans are more important than humans (though I don’t think they’re less, either), but I’m more likely to stand up for animals because, like R101 said, they can’t speak for themselves, and many can’t defend themselves. When it comes to humans… my anger isn’t better or worse than average in terms of severity, but it’s very different and would take a while to explain.
You know you’re obsessed with Litwick/Lampent/Chandelure when, at the very instant you see one, catch it (wasting half your Ultra Balls in the process), name it Zheera (the coolest name you could think of), put it at the front slot in your party, and proceed to train it to level 42 (fwee!) while making certain that it evolves in the process.
Most definately, obviously, and certainly guilty. I LOVE THAT THING WAY TOO MUCH. -_-
THAT POKEMON IS SO CAKING COOL!!!!!!!! But I don’t have one yet…
SFTDP And that’s a GREAT name!
Thank you very much.
You know you read too many comic books when you have the following conversation-
Me: Have any ghosts shown up in this story yet?
Erin: No, although there was that one guy we saw who’s been dead for 25 years.
Me: Well, that doesn’t necessarily mean he was a ghost. He could have been a time traveler, a clone, a twin brother, a version of him from an alternate universe, a shapeshifter…
Or a mad scientist revived him. Or someone used the Dragon Balls! *is pied* *repeatedly*
Yes, comics are full of ways to cheat death, aren’t they?
You know you’re addicted to Pokemon when, on the Storybook Character Day of Spirit Week at your school, you can’t decide which character to do, so you just make a golden Rubix Cube and wear a baseball cap and be N.
And yell at people when they call you either your real name or the inventor of the Rubix Cube. (Honestly, why would I be somebody who doesn’t even have any character development?)
You know you’re addicted to books in general when you thought that last line was funny.
You know you’re addicted to MB when you have to play kickball and go ‘What in the name of the Squids Supreme did I do to deserve this?!’
Guilty to all, and if I wasn’t, then I’d certainly have a great wishlist.
They thought you were Erno Rubik? That’s priceless!
We’re currently doing Spirit Week too. My friends and I would love a Cosplay Day. However, since nobody knows what that means, a Character Day would work nicely.
(Today was Career Day. I went as an artist. Read: weird clothing and graphite smudges. ‘Twas wonderful)
All 3 of you (you, Mago, and halo) are lucky. The most exciting thing we’ve ever had for Spirit Week is Wear School Colors Day.
Ack, ours is yellow this time. Curse you, random seniors who decided this.
And it’s not even a Rubix Cube!
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when you even find it remotely funny that your aunt used to have a *tenant* named *David*, especially if you start laughing uncontrollably and fall of your chair. What wasn’t fun were the puns that my family subjected me to afterwards. I managed to fend them off with the 9th Doctor, but it turns out no pun is too low for my mother. I think that I ended both those puns and the “wood” puns (“wood you cut it out?!? I’m pine-ing for you to stop! It isn’t my branch of humor etc.”) with “Torchwood you stop it with the puns!” It appears no pun is beneath me either.
You know you’re addicted to The Last Dragon Chronicles when you have a sort of mental freak-out when you read about a “tennant named David,” and you suspect the “aunt” of being “Aunty Gwyneth” (and worry you’ve spelled that wrong because you haven’t read the books in two years), and instantly look around for any sign of the puffler dragon (even though you know he would be at the poster’s aunt’s house and not anywhere you could see), and the names of random characters run quickly through your head (Gretel! Zanna! Lucy! Bonnington!!).
61.1: That was my thought as well…You know you’re obsessed with said Dragon Chronicles when you actually make a clay dragon, name it Gyrra, and set it on your bookshelf for nearly two years after your little brother knocks it down and nearly breaks it. -_- Guilty or not? Guess…
Our color is blue. At least it’s not…shudder…the color of the magenta beasts.
I should note that was class color and not school colors. It would take a sadist to make the school color yellow.
Why? What’s wrong with yellow?
You know you’re addicted to Portal when instead of singing in the shower, you catch yourself absent-mindedly quoting GLaDOS.
(Guilty as of today)
What if you find yourself singing Still Alive(yesterday)? Or, on a different note, character songs from various anime that you just can’t get out of your head(today, and Rokudo Mukuro is going to pay for it)?
Hehe…if my computer would support Portal, I’d be obsessed too. Unfortunately, all I know is what my friends have ranted about. Still, I think I know an awful lot for somebody who hasn’t even played the game…
hehehe, sorry fo- IM IN SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!!!!!!!
ahem. sorry just had to say that….
Well, I was referring to Portal 1, not Portal 2. My computer can’t play Portal 2 (much more video-card intensive, you see), so I’ve only been able to play by getting my parents’ permission to play one of their copies on one of their computers. It’s no easy feat, as they spend nearly every waking moment on their computers, so I actually haven’t finished playing it through yet.
You know you’re addicted to reading about tardigrades when you read ‘tragedies’ as ‘tardigrades,’ and in the letter in Ella Enchanted where Prince Char mentions loving Ella ‘by the tun,’ you think, “Er… That’s really not a lot…”
Ella Enchanted is a good book.
I agree! Gail Carson Levine is coming to my area on Tuesday, and I really really want to go see her, but my mom will be really busy that day, and she’s not sure it’s possible. I really hope it is; it would be really awesome to get to meet her.
Oh, that would be so cool. If you do get to see her, you must tell us about it. *Jedi mind trick hand*
I’ll be soo jealous if you get to see her! She used to be my favorite author. I read the entire series that included Princess Sonora and the Long Sleep and Cinder Ellis and the Glass Hill, as well as Fairest and Ella Enchanted.
Me, too! I’ve also read The Two Princesses of Bamarre, which is my favorite of hers that I’ve read.
I liked that book a lot when I was younger! Haven’t read it in a long, long time…
I have a book on writing by her, which is awesome.
Also she apparently does NaNo. Which is awesome.
Oh yes! I’d forgotten that was written by her! I loved that one, especially the part where the “Cowardly Princess” was a prisoner in the dragon’s cave and used the magic table cloth to feed her (the dragon was female, right? I haven’t read that book in forever.)
I don’t remember that part since I read it so many years ago, but yes, she was female. I went and met her, and it was awesome! She mostly talked about the new book, so it wasn’t as if I gained some crucial insight, but it was really fun! Also, Michael Scott (the author of the Nicholas Flamel books) is coming on the 28th, so I might get to meet him, too!
Yay!! It turns out I’ll get to go, and get her newest book while I’m at it! I don’t remember what it’s called, but it looks good.
That’s flammy! I really hope you get to meet her
She came to a library near me once to give a talk about writing but I couldn’t go because by the time I knew about it there were too many people…
Cake! I didn’t see 64.1.1.3! Sorry GAPAs. You can just disregard that
And SFTDP…
Anyway, YAY! That’s so awesome, Bibli! She has a new book coming out?! I must read this…
I checked, and it’s called A Tale of Two Castles.
Ooh, must go find that…
I have 2, you know your addicted to sci-fi when you marvel that the new star trek movie was even better than star wars. and you know your addicted to halo when you say: GROVEL YOU GRUNTS! I HAVE MJOLLNIR GENERATION SIX BEWIELGLUIOERSHYSTEMS MODEL! and you know you watch way too many conspiracy theories when in “Race to Witch Mountain when the guy says “were you abducted by lizard people or greys” you know exactly what he means….
Conspiracy theories? I highly recommend you go to the northwest pacific tree squid site (There was a link in April Muse; by the way, Belgium doesn’t exist!) and several online versions of The Quibbler (Google it!).
Belgium?!
That’s right! There are T-shirts to prove it!
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when you type Mostly Harmless instead of your email password by accident.
You know you’re addicted to procrastinating when you are posting about being addicted to procrastinating on MB instead of writing your paper.
You know you’re addicted to drawing pictures of elves when you start to give pointy eares to the subjects of EVERY SINGLE PICTURE YOU DRAW.
Of course, considering they are mostly of elves anyway, that’s how it should be… So I must think of a better way to phrase that.
You know you’re addicted to trombones when your addiction reaches a point where you post this, even though there’s no clear sign you’re addicted.
You know you’re addicted to space travel when getting linked to the Challenger Center website results in you opening as many tabs from it as TV Tropes.
You know you’re addicted to Pokemon when:
-Friends ask you for advice on Pokemon Emerald although they know you’ve never had any Pokemon game before
-You’ve memorized half the National Dex numbers and and people quiz you on them and generally treat you like a walking PokeDex
-You go up to your crush and tell him he’s like an Infernape
-You pretend you have a pet Shaymin
-You give lectures on Pokemon evolution and explain Pokemon evolution using biological terms
-You have sophisticated conversations about albinism and shininess
-People ask you to draw Pokemon for them.
Guilty to most–I’ve come up with Pokemon for everyone in my class and my teachers. I’m a Litwick. Halomaniac is a Piplup. And Torterragurl, who came on here once, is an Oshawott.
72-
-I have Pokemon games from every region, so I can’t be guilty of that.
-I’ve memorized PokeDexes from every region except Unova.
-I tell people they are like Pokemon, though I cannot fit that precise criteria (criterium? What’s the singular form?).
-I don’t limit myself to one Pokemon in that respect.
-Guilty.
-Only shinyness.
-I’m no artist.
Does that count?
Also, Mago Berry, what Pokemon am I?
May I say that you’re most definitely a Gengar?
Hmmm…Gengar does seem appropriate, but that means that when you were small, you were a purple floating head with poisonous gas surrounding you, not to mention fangs and rather tired-looking eyes. I know a Riolu. But you’re not a Riolu. Plus, we already have a Mrs. Gengar at our school. And, you know, that would be creepy to have TWO Gengars going around.
I’d say…oh, great, my brain just went into tired mode. Mostly from going on roller coasters all of Friday. My math teacher RULES. I talked about it to everyone in my class on Gmail (yup, finally got a Gmail!) until they told me to shut up. Then I went to a hotel. Then I went to a poetry contest. The I went home. Then I went on the computer. The I went to MuseBlog. Then I decided that I know I’m obsessed with Pokemon-slash-blogclones when I know I’m going to lose sleep over deciding what exactly you could be. Not that I get much in the first place.
((It keeps saying that this is a duplicate comment. Should I be worried?))
It keeps saying that you’ve already said that? Every time you try to say it? I think the blog is working fine…
Never mind, now I see what you mean: Even though it says it’s a duplicate comment, you can tell it isn’t, because it doesn’t say ‘awaiting moderation.’ It now happens to me whenever I try to tell Maggie that I know how she feels on the Rants and Plaints thread.
Now it is, but it USED to be saying that I did a double post…
SFTDP, but I think Randomosity is a Sableye? Maybe. If that makes you mad, then never mind.
I always considered R101 a Gengar because of her evil smile. I honestly cannot imagine her with jewel eyes. Although the lack of weaknesses makes sense.
Her avatar helps, too.
@#$% Great. That just killed my Alter Ego.
Nobody say anything, ‘kay?!
Anything.
Oops, I said it!
Me=Psyduck
My friend E=Alakazam
My sister=Ponyta
Robert=Gallade
Rosanne=Lopunny (for obvious reasons)
I-Man=Combusken
Alice=Bulbasaur
LittleBasementKitten=Marill
Choklit Orange=Dusknoir
Piggy=Swampert
KaiYves=Chikorita
Whew…that was a lot. Suffice it to say that I am indeed addicted to Pokémon.
That’s me?!
I must admit that the Lopunny’s hairstyle does bear a striking resemblance to Rosanne’s:
But there’s a fair amount of Rebecca in there, too.
Would anyone be interested to know that shiny Lopunny has pink fur?
Interested?! Terrified better fits the spot! (A free pie to anyone who gets the reference before you read the rest of this comment, except bookgirl).
I cracked up for so long when I saw your comment. I don’t know, maybe it was the interrobang. Also, Rebecca=Tangela. As with almost all of these, including yours, I haven’t the faintest idea why.
I’m a Chikorita? Cool! My brother had a stuffed one a few years back and I always thought it was really cute.
What would I be?
I’d really like to say Snivy, but my gut feeling (and the fact that I haven’t played the Generation V games) makes me lean toward Scyther.
I think I’d be… a Squirtle, maybe? I dunno.
While everyone’s asking, what pokemon do you think I would be?
Uhh…probably Ampharos.
Are those gigantic things on it’s head eyebrows???!!!?? Pokemon scare me sometimes…
What am I?
I’m so addicted to Harry Potter that I don’t just automatically classify almost everyone I meet or read about into Houses, I have dreams about debates about which House an imaginary animal would be in.
Cskia- About being a Gengar, thanks! About the Sableye thing, aw, I’m flattered.
muselover- Cskia and I were friends in real life before I ever joined MuseBlog, and she’s been drawing pictures of me combined with either a Gengar or a Ghastly before had introduced me to the site. (I have a folder of all the sketches she’s given me. They’re awesome.)
Mago Berry – I like the fangs, I’ve always thought of the eyes as “evil” rather than “tired”, and Ghastly’s evolutions happen to be one of the two shades of purple I can actually stand to look at. as for Ghastly’s poisonous cloud, you’ve never actually seen me, but my hair is my poisonous cloud!
About the Sableye thing, why on Earth or in space would I be mad? Sableyes are really cool, they’re just not how I see myself. And I agree with Cskia about the gems for eyes. If you think of me as a Sableye, then hey, that’s cool.
You know you’re addicted to space travel when you hear “Beautiful Day” on the radio and go “Aww…”
And think of Frank De Winne?
(Guilty)
You know you’re addicted to history and Voltaire when your stepmother is watching a TV show on TLC and the subject of the current episode is named Antionette, and… I think you can see where this is going.
Yup, guillotines and “The Headless Waltz”. Guilty!
That’s awesome.
Total agreement.
Robert, you lucky. You get to be a Gallade. And Optimatum gets to be a Scyther. Meh. Randomosity: I’m glad you like the Sableye, but I was sorta worried because one of my friends says it looks like it’s got candy for eyes. -_- I didn’t know if more than one person might share the same sentiment…hehe. Glad you like Sableye too.
I can’t really find any Voltaire on my computer, seeing as YouTube is impossible for me to load and just keeps buffering. Sigh…well, at least I can take comfort in knowing that someday, maybe, I will get a laptop. Perhaps. It depends.
…I sound so optimistic, don’t I?…
In case you were wondering, I think you’re a Swalot. Please don’t take that the wrong way.
Awwwwww, Swalot. *cuddles*
Try www . grooveshark . com
(GAPAs, is that OK?)
You know you’re addicted to Voltaire when you make an account on Grooveshark just so that you can make a playlist so you don’t have to individually add every Voltaire song you want to listen to.
(Kudos to anyone who understood that last reference.)))
((Guilty as charged. But I’m NOT standing before a jury!
Mago Berry, I’m not quite sure what I think you are… You’re smart and funny and crazy (In a good way!), so I’m thinking a Ghost type. But I’m not sure which one… Misdreavus, maybe? Or Spiritomb?
I think enough time has passed for this not to ba a double post.
You know you’re addicted to science/animals when… AARGH! WHY CAN’T I THINK OF BIBLIOPHILE AS A POKEMON?? I CAN ONLY EVER THINK OF EN AS A NUDIBRANCH OR A TARDIGRADE!!
Go team nudibranch!!!!!! (*is nudibaranch obsessed)
I agree; they’re awesome! I’m not obsessed with them, but I do really love them; I have some pictures of them on my wall.
SFTTP. Cskia, I think you’re Mightyena!
You know you’re addicted to Voltaire when you look through his website, then post a lengthy note about it on your page on That Website, and as your status you post about how you think the title of the new CD he’s recording at the moment is WAY TOO LONG! And then you listen to every Voltaire CD you have that night because you’re having trouble sleeping.
((Me? Guilty? Why, whatever do you mean? I REFUSE to go on trial!))
Sceptile: *pause* “You need to stop listening to that song.”
Me: “But it’s a great song!”
Sceptile: “Then stop making references to it!”
Me: “Fine… (Killjoy.)”
I already know what I am…I’m a Chandelure. You were right about the Ghost-type. My sister is a Castform and my brother is a Squirtle and one of my best friends is a Piplup and one of my other best friends is an Oshawott…so yeah. I’m at a gihugic disadvantage here…
You know you’ve lived abroad too long when someone asks you if you speak Spanish and you reply, “Wo bu hui sprechen sie Espanol.”
This is sad.
You know you’re addicted to reading about tardigrades when you read ‘tragedies’ as *will not bother to type*.
You begin to disturb yourself when you read ‘garlic blood brain barrier’ as ‘garlic blood brainer.’ Especially even you automatically visualize everything you read wheher you want to or not. Guess what I tpyed into the search engine? I didn’t press ener, though; I just wondered what would come up. Nothing interesting, as it turned out–just medical things.
You know you’re addicted to Avatar: The Last Airbender when HOLY CAKE THE ARROW ON LINOONE’S HEAD LOOKS LIKE THE ONE ON A SKY BISON’S!!!!!!!
Why didn’t I see this post earlier? *shakes head in despair*
I KNEW THAT FLYING THINGIE REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING POKEMON-RELATED
The other day I saw a pile of tomatoes at the grocery store. My first thought: “Buono, buono tomato …”
Um … if it’s not too much to ask, what Pokemon would I be?
I’m not entirely sure, but perhaps Ho-oh?
*Googles* I’m a legendary rainbow phoenix? Awesome! Thanks!
You know you really like the Concorde when you’re watching an old episode of Dr. Who that even the fans says has a dumb plot because it has Concordes in it.
I knew I’d do it eventually…
I finally had a dream about meeting a MuseBlogger in real life. In this case, en was someone I only know on MuseBlog, as opposed to one of the MuseBloggers I actually know in real life or on That Website.
Who? (*shortest post I’ve ever written, minus the stuff in parentheses*)
‘Twas Bibliophile. To be honest, I was slightly surprised it wasn’t you (when I woke up, that is. I rarely think like that while in a dream).
You know addiction to Doctor Who is contagious when you still haven’t watched past Season 1 (though you desperately need to), and you had to read Mago Berry’s comment twice because at first you thought that that’s what she was talking about.
You know you’re addicted to Animorphs when you haven’t read any of it in nearly five years, and you still assume every time someone says the word “android” that en is talking about the androids in Animorphs and you have to re-think to realize that en isn’t.
Really? What did I say?
Honestly, I don’t remember much of what you said. But you were a lot older in my dream then you actually are. In fact, you were the teacher of a class I was in. (Underground, I think. It was odd.) I remember dream-thinking you were unusually flammy for a teacher, and when you introduced yourself I didn’t hear your name. But then you said you were also called “Insatiably Quaeritating Bibliophile” and wrote it on the chalkboard. Naturally, I flipped out (in a good way!) and the fact that you were supposed to be teaching a class was entirely forgotten as we talked happily and walked out into the subway next to the classroom. I don’t remember what we talked about. Dreams are strange.
You know you read too many comics when you blame real-life events discussed by people at your job on events occurring in comics at that time.
But seriously, it *is* all Skadi’s fault…
Hehe…I thought you were talking about the DBZ androids, and I went, “No, Mago, this is Randomosity, who doesn’t like DBZ.”
But you have to admit, it was funny. I was like, “Waitwhat?!”
Oh yeah. And I got 3 teeth pulled. It was AWESOME. I had great philosophical discussions on life with myself while I was waiting for the IV to get started.
…This relates to the topic of obsession because when I got home I immediately put in “Last Airbender” and drank a milkshake.
SFTDP, but:
You know you’re addicted to Animorphs when you’re eating crackers called “Toast Chee”, stop, then go OMG WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?!?!
You know you’re addicted to Pokemon when you then notice that the company of the crackers is called “Lance”, and immediately run around the house screaming “I DON’T WANNA BE A CANNIBAL, HONEST!!!!!!!!!”
If I ever ate those crackers, I would be guilty on both counts.
HOLY CAKE YOU’VE SCARED ME!!!!!
I read through the first sentence up until “Toast Chee” and then I literally said out loud “WaiwaiwaiwwaiWHAT???” And I had to read it again because I thought it was my eyes playing some horrible trick on me.
LANCE TOASTED THE CHEE!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! AND MAGO BERRY ACCIDENTALLY ATE THEM! I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO LOOK MY JOHTO GAMES IN THE FACE AGAIN!
*sniff* I’m sure Lance didn’t mean to…RIGHT, LANCE?!?! *threatens Lance with flaming pie spear*
I didn’t actually eat them. I ALMOST did, though… *shudder* It was SCARY…
It SOUNDS scary! *whimpers* How could you, Lance? Couldn’t you find a better use for your gorgeous Dragon Pokemon??
By the way, my Grovyle says hi. And a lot of other things as well, but I’ve decided not to relate those. You remember the Sceptile I keep quoting conversations with, right? He’s so good-humored. Unfortunately, that seems to have skipped Grovyle’s generation.
You know you’re addicted to animals when you, being one who almost never squees, almost squees over how adorable a wongai ningauii is.
Really? I’m not the only one?
SQUEEE!!!!You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when street and city names remind you of certain MuseBloggers (Keiffer Street! Wait. It is missing two letters…oh well. Or hey that city whose name I probably cannot give away on MuseBlog reminds me of Ducky!)
Also, when you see a book called The Bibliophile’s Dictionary and you automatically assume the book is about tardigrades.
And. When you are just doing everydays things and suddenly sees something that reminds you of another MuseBlogger, start laughing hysterically and running around the room shouting that certain MuseBlogger’s name. (Chocolate! Oranges! Titan! CO YAY! Or THAT SQUID REMINDS ME OF JADESTONE. When you see an egg, you think of Imaginary Piggy’s Eggernet.)
Guilty of the above.
…I think I now know what I’ll call that dictionary of tardigrade terms I’ve been working on…
So next time I see The Bibliophile’s Dictionary at a bookstore it COULD actually be about tardigrades! Then I shall totally purchase it.
Well, I very much doubt I’ll get it published. It’s a girl scout project; you get to make a dictionary of terms relating to a specialist subject. I was delighted, of course. I’ll put it on MuseBlog when I’m done if you want to read it.
Please do. It’ll be a very educational experience, I’m sure.
You know you’re
addicted
to poetry when
you find your thoughts
arranging into
lines, whole
poems
for the least poetic
things.
Poetry is:
the arrangement of words
in such a manner
(with copious
though generally appropriate
line breaks
(often called
enjambment))
that is pleasing
to the writer
(and hopefully the
reader, though
the reader
never really reads what
the author wrote:
the reader creates his own poem
that the author provided instructions for)
in a way that makes
sense
(though many authors ignore
this last point)
-Poem I wrote for English class
…I love you, ZNZ.
You know you’re addicted to Homestuck when…
Children’s television shows that take place underwater terrify you beyond description.
You hope your bed is a Quest Bed and that you die in your sleep so you can ascend to God Tier.
Pumpkins don’t exist.
You know what Ectobiology is.
You can pronounce and type Ectobiolobabysitter.
Instead of finding trolls annoying, you find them out of character.
You call a “fridge” a Thermal Hull.
You expect omniscient beings to type in white.
:33< *automatically roleplays when typing in green text*
You…
BLUH BLUH THIS IS STUPID
You know the people in your house (including you!) are addicted to Portal when your brothers are playing a game and start arguing, and you break up the fight by singing “This was a triumph…” and by the time they’re done singing “Still Alive” with you, they’ve forgotton what they were arguing about.
-Guilty. I posted this here, but I’m not sure if I should have posted it on the Win thread instead.
SFTDP. You know you’re addicted to pokemon when:
1) Yesterday you were in another room, and you suddenly ran halfway to the T.V. room yelling “No way! This channel almost NEVER shows Kanto episodes!”
2) And the only reason you’re posting now is because the episode you were watching is over.
1- Guilty yesterday.
2- Guilty today.
I LOVE POKEMONNNNN!
You know you’re addicted to Homestuck when you use “Gog” and “Jegus” as curses. (Utterly guilty)
You know you’re a space nerd when you see accidentally writing that the Stennis Space Center is in Missouri rather than Mississippi as a sign you need sleep.
You know you’re addicted to A Song of Ice and Fire when you read that as the Stannis Space Center.
… I did the same thing D:
ARE YOU FINISHED WITH THE BOOK YET
You know you’re addicted to band when you know three Lady Gaga and three Green Day songs by heart, but have no idea of the words.
Guilty.
I know three Bruno Mars songs by heart and I don’t know any of the words. (At homecoming we played Marry You, Grenade, and Just the Way You Are for our field show. Grenade had the best saxophone part.
98- My family is watching the TV and a commercial came on and HOLY CAKE IT’S LANCE TOASTED CHEE HOLY CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!
(I almost got up and started running around the house in a decidedly panicked fashion, but I’m wearing headphones, and if I did that it would knock my computer down and probably damage it.)
SFTDP. I was so upset that I mistyped my email!
You know you’re addicted to Kirk/Spock when you rewatch The Search for Spock and expect Spock and Kirk to kiss (a human kiss, not a Vulcan finger kiss) at the end of the scene where they’re reunited. Then you remember that didn’t happen last time, and feel genuinely disappointed.
Oh you fangirl you. Then again, I can hardly scold you for that.
I always thought they were meant for each other. They’re a perfect match. Then again, so are Frodo and Sam, but SAM LOVES ANOTHER.
What about Legolas/Aragorn? Of course, they have the same problem, but I prefer them, at least for their looks. Maybe it’s the pointy ears?
And Aragorn knows Legolas so much better than he knows Arwen- they only met because he started stalking her in the woods. Plus Arwen really gets only one awesome scene in the movie and spends the rest of it fretting and having visions.
You know you’re addicted to MLP:FIM when you hear “Twilight” and think “Sparkle”.
You have trained well.
SORRY FOR NOT APPEARING for like three months. I was busy playing around–I mean, totally working on my laptop. Heh. Heh. Erm. *coughcough*
Hay Randomosity, you live in my state! No kidding! I know! Because of the Muse issue which came in the mail yesterday!
*hey
WE LIVE IN THE SAME STATE? OH MY CAKING YESNESS!
*cough* Ahem. Anyway, sorry for not commenting earlier. School’s been getting in the way of my MB time. Caking school.
My reaction was to chase my siblings around the block in my bare feet (they were on bikes, mind), screaming at the top of my lungs, then to run after my mom (in a car), and finally rant at my dad (on the computer).
I was on chocolate milk at the time, so excuse the hyper. Heh.
Anyway, you know you’re addicted to DBZ when you actually buy a plushie. A plushie. And carry it in your backpack wherever you go, because you want it to survive in case of a fire/tornado/hurricane/alien invasion.
Obviously guilty.
…Maybe, just maybe, one day we could… Kokon?? Please??
You know you’re addicted to Pokemon when you’ve recently re-started your Red version (mostly because you hadn’t even got the first badge yet -as opposed to Blue, in which you’d beaten everyone- and you wanted to start over) and you’re staying up late playing when you should be in bed.
Guilty! Red is so different from the most recent versions!
Myy algebra teacher used the term double parenteses to describe thhe fact that there were two sets of parenteses in the equation, and i ththought WHATMUSERPGBLOGCOMMENTSMUSEROLEPLAYINGohhalgebra.
The Lance Toasted Chee commercial came up again, and I was cringing so visibly that my oblivious younger brother asked what was wrong. THAT POST HAS RUINED ME! And I do NOT blame it!
I am so sorry…but it was neccessary…just think, now you know. And you will hopefully never eat the Chee.
I curse the fact that one must never reveal personal information! Curse it! CURSE IT, I SAY!
…Huh, that reminds me of a Pokemon trial I once did…it was Phione vs. Lugia, and they both were accusing each other of drinking too much water. It went something like:
“Phione drinks too much water! He has drunk all the water in the lake! There is no more water for Lugia to use Surf! Surf, I tell you! Surf! SURF!”
“Oh, well, excuse me, Pikachu! I have seen Lugia go into restaurants! And people were running away! Because he ordered all the water! Water, I tell you! Water! WATER!!!”
…It was strange. It ended with Sneasel being revealed to have stolen the water, but Phione being hanged anyway. (He was fine. :P)
I completely agree that it was necessary.
I curse it like the Mortus glyph! (You know you’re addicted to Castlevania, Order of Ecclesia when…)
See? It was fine. Heh.
I LIKE THE SQUID. SQUIDSQUIDSQUID. SQUIDDY SQUIDDY SQUID. HEHEHEHESQUID.
@.@ I like the squid addition waaaaay too much…
SQUIIIIIIID
LET US SQUID EVERY POST!
I just saw the squid button for the first time to day, and I second this motion! *squids* SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!
You know you’re addicted to Pokemon when you get a new seating chart in one of your classes and you see that you’re sitting next to someone named Chandelure – no, wait, Chandler – and you say out loud “What a pity he has no U in his name” to cover your dissapointment.
You know you’ve spent too much time studying for bio when you wake up in the middle of the night thinking, “Nitrocefin binds to the substrate because…”
When you look at a carpet, and say, “Hey, those spirals look just like DNA. I can see the antiparallel helical structure!”
When you pull the first all nighter of the school year working on a lab paper for that class.
You know you need to start going to sleep earlier when you look over your Spanish notes and find drawings of coffee cups in the margins.
You know you’re a space nerd when you accidentally refer to the vehicle from Doctor Who as the “TDRSS”. (Tee-driss, Tracking and Data Relay Satellite System.)
You know you’re addicted to Castlevania: Order of Eclessia when you:
-Randomly get the background music for Somnus Reef stuck in your head – complete with the cries of the Saint Elmo monsters.
-Are shocked to realize that you can’t remember the title of the music.
-Contemplate grabbing the DS that happens to be next to you so that you can find it under Sound Mode.
You know you’re addicted to Discworld when you see a camera and think “iconograph” before you think “camera.”
You know you’re addicted to squids when you squid before you read.
You know you’re addicted to Minecraft when, while picking out an engagement ring, you steal the diamond off of it and think “Two more of these and some sticks, and I can make a diamond pickaxe!”.
For whom were you picking out an engagement ring?
Metaphorical engagement ring.
If diamonds were blue, I might think that.
Metaphorical, although I’m aware this thread is for actual X/Y things that have happened to you. It was less boring than “when, while staring at my mother’s ring while it was on her finger”.
This actually has happened to me, though.
In our social studies group, we were discussing whether or not to bring a seamstress in our colony for our settlement and one kid said, “Getting wool is easy; all you do is punch a sheep.”
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when you hear “I was lost till I heard the drums, then I found my waaay,” in a song and immediately start tapping.
Oh god, I heard that beat today. Freaked me out. O.O But yes, totally.
I was freaked out similarly when I heard the song “Amazing Grace” after watching The God Complex. The whole thing sounds eerily like the people worshiping the Minotaur. (At least, if you hear it the day after first seeing the episode.) These lines in particular:
‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved…
You know you’re addicted to science when a friend of yours is undecided about whether to make ens Avatar: The Last Airbender fanfic character a Firebender or an Airbender and you respond first by warning en that you will be absolutely no help, and then proceed to explain all the ways in which a Firebender can bend air (primarily using the principle that hot air rises) and an Airbender can bend fire (fire always follows the path of oxygen).
So very guilty…
You know you’re a total nerd when you think, “The only homework I have tonight is for my math class. Fun!”
So guilty…
You know you’re a space nerd when a professor who trained as an astronaut says “And if you’ve seen post-landing videos before, you know they’re deathly boring.”
And you shout “No!”
And he goes “Really?”
And you go “How do you think I spend my time when I should be doing homework?”
131-
You admitted to your professor that you procrastinate?
Continuing in the theme of nerdiness, you know you’re a Latin nerd when you are told that you are going to finish a translation with your group the next day and the next day this is the conversation:
Group member 1: “You already translated the entire thing??”
Me: “Well, I had a bunch of other homework, so I wanted to reward myself.”
Not one of my professors, another professor at my college who was giving a presentation to my club.
Ah. By the way, you rule, Kai the Space Nerd!
Why, thank you.
You know you’re addicted to science when your brother gives you advice, you follow it, he asks if it worked, and you reply that you can’t know because you didn’t do a control experiment.
THAT’S HOW MY MIND WORKS.
One of the unfortunate things about life is that it’s hard to have multiple trials.
I did scientific experiments with reeds, ligatures, and mouthpieces. The saxophone, neck strap, room temperature, humidity, altitude, musician, and location stayed constant.
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when a friend tells you they’ve broken up with their boyfriend and you say, “Oh, sympathy squids…”
What did she say?
“Thank you.” I have good friends.
You know you’re addicted to 1. knowing hordes of trivia and 2. focusing on minor characters and subplots in preference of focusing on major characters and major plots when you feel inadequate because you’ve only named and given interesting characters to half of the unnamed background peoples in a theatrical production/book/movie/whatever rather than all of them…
You know you’re addicted to Firefly and kpop when someone says the word “shiny” and you think of the slang word and the band SHINee, then have stop yourself from squeeing because it was probably neither.
You know you’re a nerd when you’re texting your friend and both of you are imitating Homestuck characters, while at the same time you’re playing Dungeons & Dragons via online chatroom.
Guess what I’m doing right now?
I Would Posit That You Are Doing Just That At This Moment
Or Was That A Rhetorical Question You Humans Are So Fond Of
(Must. Not. Answer. In. Leetspeak.)
-You know that you are a total math nerd when you spend half an hour having fun with Pascal’s triangle and polynomials instead of doing whatever cooler kids do. I don’t know what cool kids do in their spare time.
-You also know that you are not a cool kid when you are asked to describe what cool kids do in their spare time and you say, “I don’t know. I play with numbers.”
-You also know that you are awesome when you are asked to describe what you do in your spare time and you reply, “I play with numbers.”
-You know that you are a coder geek when you look at the above three statements and compare their formats to Java if else statements.
-And it just goes on, and on, and on…
Guilty of the last one.
You know you’re addicted to Java if you’re trying to write a program that would really be a lot easier to write in some other language, but you still write it in Java.
You know you’re addicted to lisp when you are writing in PYTHON and still try to write “cons” 3 times!
Well, what do wizards and witches our age do, when they play, you know, the kind of pointless silly games we’re supposed to play at this age? Hopscotch? Jump-rope? Unicorn attack? I don’t know, I read books!
After watching Vi Hart’s video on the hydra triangle thing I started compiling a list of cool things about the triangle created, all of which had to do with infinite series and other nerdy math related things.
I LOVE Vi Hart! And so does my sister! (Not her, really, but her math videos.) Whenever I am bored, I will do the double-color complex closed curve thingy, and my sister is obsessed with snakes. I am a nerdy mathlete, but my sister doesn’t like math as much. I think she likes the drawing parts.
You know you’re addicted to procrastinating when you spend lots of time on the computer downloading “Should you be practicing right now?” posters instead of actually practicing.
In theatre, we have warm-ups. On Mondays, our warm-ups are to read a certain quotation and write 10 lines about it. I’m at a loss to see what that could possibly have to do with theatre (Probably she just doesn’t want to write separate warm-ups for theatre and debate students, as she teaches both), but I don’t mind because it’s fun. Anyway, the point is, I’ve mentioned Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality twice so far in those.
Explain? Please?
The first was, “People do not lack strength; they lack will.” I mentioned the Founders’ different approaches to becoming who you were meant to be, saying that MoR!Hufflepuff would agree with Muhammed Ali. I don’t remember what the other time was, but it was that sort of reference again.
I yelled “Blood for the Blood god! Ia Shrub Nuggurath! The enemy’s gate is sideways!!!!!!!!” once in the middle of Spanish once.
You know you’re addicted to theater when your 6-year-old brother tells you he likes power ballads.
You know you’re addicted to MLP:FiM and K-ON! when you take a picture of Azu-nyan and give it the “Why Wub Woo” face.
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when
1. your friends nickname your exasperated hand waving motions “squid arms”
2. you draw squids on people and sticky notes and homework with permanent marker very often
3. nonMuseBloggers know to give you *squid hugs*
You know you’re crazy when you introduce squid-flinging to the MuseBlog.
You know you’re a nerd when you compare the Empire and Foundation from the Foundation Trilogy to the Roman Empire and the East and West Churches before the schism to help you study a for a church history test without switching your brain off from boredom. And it works.
And you find out the resemblance was intentional from reading the TVTropes page The Empire.
Although you could probably drag the Roman Empire into most of my fandoms.
That reminds me of how a friend of mine been able to compare chemistry to Harry Potter for every single Chemistry test she has had so far. It’s… rather amusing.
“electron configuration: spdf
so Snape, Potter, Draco, F[I forget who]
Snape has one orbital because he’s on his lonesome
Potter has three because he’s part of the trio
[etc. …]”
The other day I was really tired and not exactly thinking straight and I came up with something like:
“My brain feels like the late Roman Empire right now. I managed to conquer my ancient civilizations (homework) but at the end of the day I just got overextended and my brain cells are forming little german tribes and starting to rebel.”
You know you’re a crazy character designer when you:
a) will draw people and things without precedent
b) use the Web to make your andromorphic animals accurate
c) go insane trying to build your robots in Lego
d) file your creations in a special section of your bookcase
or e) do all of the above.
You also know you’re a nerd if you are still having a months-old argument about Dungeons and Dragons with one of your best friends.
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog (at quite ungodly hours oftentimes) when you have exactly eight bookmarks on your kindle right now: MuseBlog, Gmail*, and then 6 different MuseBlog threads.
*Gmail is only for emailing Swalot anyways. The only things I do on my kindle are email and MuseBlog. And maybe occasionally reading a book that I borrowed from the public library. Yeah.
You know hat you’re addicted to pottery when you sleep over at a friends house and she has a sculpture that you really like and when she tells you that she knows the guy who made it and you could meet him you spend the next half hour jumping up and down and making remarks about the glazing techniques and figuring out exactly how it’s made.
Also, this ones for Bibliophile: You know you’re addicted to tardigrades when you sign up three times for a class about them in splash and when you get in you start wiggling your arms in a tardigrade-like fashion and making accompanying high pitched noises (yes, a friend and I invented a tardigrade dance!)
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when you accidentally convince yourself that Pidgeot’s cry in Soul Silver sounds just like it’s shouting “Allon-sy!”
And also when you aren’t sure if you’ve spelled it right, so you type it into a google search and by the time you’ve typed the first four letters, the spelling, pictures of the Eleventh Doctor, and some videos of episodes have popped up as results.
You know you’re addicted to TVTropes when you’re in class working hard on a group project and stop to google whether the phrase “Take me to your leader” is a trope when one of your friends says it.
(You know you’re not totally addicted when you can close the window and get back to work instead of going to the page.)
You know you’re addicted to Les Misérables when reading or hearing the sentence “Who am I?” results in an overwhelming urge to stand up and sing, “I AM JEAN VALJEAN.”
I did that in math class once.
You know you’re addicted to Harry Potter when you meet someone named Ivanna (with an I) and have to suppress the urge to call her Aidan. Actually, you know you’re addicted to Harry Potter if you even understand that, since it’s so convoluted.
Um. Has this got to do with Evanna Lynch? That’s as far as I can get. Explanation please?
Aidan Lynch, seeker for the Irish team at the Quidditch World Cup. *takes a bow*
Congratulations, that’s exactly it,.
You know you’ve been programming too much when you feel the urge to end everything you type with a semicolon;
You know you’re addicted to Firefly when you see something about the actor Ryan Gosling and think “Goslings, they were juggled.”
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when a question on the science test has a picture of a probable food chain and reads ‘Which organism has the most predators?’ and your answer begins, ‘The adorably huggable squid…’
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when you’re scared of World War Two gas masks, Christmas trees make you nervous, and you finally have an excuse for never having trusted anything that looks angellic.
You know studying for your anthropology final has gone to your head when…
– You misread “Melisaki” as “Malinowski”.
– Somebody rants that competition is the only way to progress and you think he must have been raised with independence training.
– “Where does yesterday meet today? In a museum!” OMG LIMINALITY!
– You see somebody being culturally insensitive and your first thought is “They need to take Introduction to Cultural Anthropology.”
– Somebody says “accidents happen” and you think “That would make no sense to an Azande.”
– You take a break from studying to read an article about Gabrielle Giffords and think “Her girls and Scott Kelly’s kids are patrilineal parallel cousins!”
– In bed at night, you’re planning everything you’ll do once you get back to New York, and for the first time, you realize you actually want to make time to visit the culture halls at AMNH.
– And you wonder if they have anything from the Trobriand Islands in the Hall of Pacific Peoples.
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when you want to go watch Doctor Who, but you can’t tear yourself away from the flammyness that is the Blog.
You know you’re addicted to Pokemon when a TV commercial starts with the words, “To protect…” and you instantly think they’re starting the Team Rocket theme. I was sorely disappointed when the narrator didn’t continue with, “…the world from devastation.”
You know you’re addicted to MLP when you search for pictures of Twilight Sparkle, and in the suggested searches it says “twilight edward sparkle” and your first thought is, “Twilight’s middle name isn’t Edward. Why is that there? That makes no sense!”
It took me a minute to figure it out, too.
The other day I was hanging out with my two friends who are dating, and I felt like an awkward third wheel. I then remembered that not only is Harry an awkward third wheel to Ron and Hermione, but the Doctor is Amy and Rory’s. I felt much better.
Also, together you make a TOTALLY AWESOME TRICYCLE.
You know you’re addicted to A Very Potter Musical when the characters from AVPM have replaced the characters from the movies in your head. I was watching the fourth Harry Potter movie with some friends and it took me about ten seconds to remember what the actors looked like.
SFTDP but I just had to post this.
You know you’re addicted to Discworld when you see the last name Nobbs and think: “Probably no relation.”
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when you feel no shame whatsoever in bringing a sonic screwdriver to school.
You know you’re addicted to Les Misérables when you read the sentence “I stole some bread” in a completely unrelated book and very nearly burst into song.
Why are you me?
I’m not you; I AM JEAN VALJEAN!
AND SO SMF, YOU SEE IT’S TRUE,
THIS BLOGGER HOLDS NO MORE BREAD THAN YOU…
WHO AM I?
WHO AM I?
Z-N-Z-0-1!
*JVJ rips open shirt to display number* *Javert is shocked* *JVJ runs away* *Javert chases him* *lights go dark* *turn on projector: display: Fantine’s Deathbed*
I loved doing tech for that show. It was the best musical experience I’ve ever had.
…Reading this post made me nearly burst into song.
159- Guilty.
160- You know you’re addicted to Warriors when someone mentions “Twilight”, “Eclipse”, and “sparkle” and you respond “Since when do cats sparkle??”
161.1- Pseudonym, you are flammy.
162.1 – Having grown up in the Bay Area of California, “Nob Hill” is a name I used to hear quite a bit. I am a Dicworld addict. This was an interesting combination.
163- Does it count if you would do that, except you’re too worried about damaging your not-the-most-solidly-built sonic screwdriver?
I think that counts.
All right. Thanks!
You’re welcome! Also, about a zillion people commented on mine today, and when sonic screwdrivers came up in conversation I was able to pull it out and feel very cool.
That is so cool!
Unfortunately for me, this past semester I haven’t had any of the same classes as any other Whovian, and I had lunch with only one quasi-Whovian. But on the bright side, the next semesters in three more school days, and I did manage to set one of my friends on the path to becoming a Whovian.
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when at school you randomly have Blink on the brain, particularly the line about having “The Angels Have the Blue Box” on a t-shirt, and – thinking about how much you wish you had one too – write it on an index card and paperclip it to your shirt.
-Guilty two weeks ago. I spent the rest of the day explaining it to people (see above), and one random math teacher in the hall who had asked for an explanation said, and I quote, “You watch Doctor Who? Leave.”
WHAT IS THIS
(My sister does have a t-shirt with that on it.)
Les Mis addiction:
Friend: What did the ocean say to the beach?
Me: Nothing; it just waved. AND THE WAVES CRASH ON THE SAND LIKE A STORM THAT’LL BREAK ANY SECOND!
THERE’S A HUNGER IN THE LAND
THERE’S A RECKONING STILL TO BE RECKONED
And it will of course be obvious that I sing whenever anyone says “at the end of the day.”
Or says “one more day.”
Or talks about bringing anything home.
Or so much as mentions stars.
And when we had to map out towns in French class and label them in French I named everything after characters from Les Mis Рmy roads were Rue Jean Valjean, Rue Javert, and Rue Enjolras, and there was a Caf̩ Courfeyrac.
And then during math class I drew pictures of all the characters on my notes.
And it says 24601 on my arm in green sharpie.
And my gravatar acts as further evidence.
Also, this:
Me: I’m listening to Les Mis. I can’t do homework while I listen to Les Mis.
Mum: You know, you can turn off the music.
Me: WHAT IS THIS? ARE YOU MAD?
The aforementioned friend is starting to think I have a problem. I think she has a problem, but then again I think that her problem is that she still can’t pronounce Les Misérables,.
Also, mentions of brandy make me sing.
“SBF, only one more day until break!”
“ONE DAY MORE/ ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DESTINY”
“Um, SBF?”
“THIS NEVER-ENDING ROAD TO CALVARY”
“Okay, I’m going to leave now.”
My sister mispronounces Les Misérables on purpose, just to annoy me. It drives me INSANE. And I’ve been singing “Do you hear the people sing?” under my breath all day.
I’m in Beauty and the Beast at my school, and whenever I hear, “That’s nice,” I want to shout, “Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!”
New thread?