Meme-Tastic!
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crossover_chickHatterDoc has apparently taken it upon himself to make everyone merry. Hence, we have apparently a never-ending supply of tea and candy canes.
-HD: All shall bow before their might.-
-J: Free candy? *bows*-
*giggle* Me, I'm just glad it's the weekend. Sleep in, maybe get some writing done and stuff. . . .
-RPD: Sims?-
Yeah, maybe that too. We can only hope.
-VD: As long as you don't let yourself get suckered into reading webcomics again. You have a nasty habit of getting sucked into the story.-
Yeah, true. I'll do my best. Problem is, I do intend to look for a movie on YouTube, so. . . .
-VD2: Which movie?-
*slightly embarrassed* The Muppet Christmas Carol. Blame TV Tropes.
-VD2: *shakes head* Well, good luck.-
-DW: How's the writing coming?-
Got the next bit of the Christmas Meme ready! Here we go:
On the Ninth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“All right, everyone, we’re taking a break! Go grab some refreshments, we’ll be back in a little bit.”
Marty and Jennifer immediately headed for the bleachers against the far wall as the band left the stage. “Whew!” Jennifer said, plopping down on the lowest set. “I’m wiped!”
“I know,” Marty said, wiping some of the sweat off his forehead. “I gotta admit, those guys are good. I thought the judges were gonna choose something like Lawrence Welk.”
“Guess they realized they’d have a mutiny on their hands if they didn’t try for something better,” Jennifer said, panting a little.
Marty glanced over toward the refreshment table, then looked at his girlfriend. “Want me to grab you some punch?”
“Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll come with you,” Jennifer replied. “I want to see if they’ve got anything good to eat.”
“Okay.” Marty looked around the gym, which had been decorated with paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling and piles of fluffy white fabric shoved in the corners to simulate snowdrifts. “Kind of a cheap decorating job, huh?”
“It’s a high school dance,” Jennifer shrugged.
“Yeah, but you think they’d throw a little more effort into it. The Enchantment Under The Sea dance back in 1955 looked a lot better.” Marty frowned curiously. “I wonder when they switched from that to the Winter Wonderland dance.”
Jennifer shrugged. “We could probably find out in the library if you really want to know.”
“I think I’ll check it out, yeah.” He grinned at Jennifer. “Ever since October, history’s become a lot more interesting.”
Jennifer giggled. “I can bet. I really wish Doc had let me stay conscious for that first trip. . . .” She looked around too. “So, how does this dance compare to the Enchantment one?”
“Well, the decorations are crappier, but other than that, I like it. Of course, that might just be because my date to this one isn’t my mother.” Marty looked Jennifer up and down. “I’m glad you didn’t go with that pink dress.”
“It just wasn’t my color,” Jennifer said. “Plus, the horrified look you got when I came out to model it was kind of a deal breaker.”
“The blue is much better,” Marty said, leaning close and putting a hand on her knee. “Makes for easier naughty fantasies.”
“Marty!” Jennifer laughed, playfully slapping his hand away.
“Come on, you know you’re hot. Let’s slip away somewhere and do a little inappropriate groping.”
“That ‘cute and sweet’ thing is just an act to get you laid, isn’t it?”
“Well, yeah!”
Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Boys. . . . I want to get back in time for the last dance, though. We spent a lot of time learning that waltz.”
“Right, right. Want to grab some refreshments now then?”
“Sure.”
A sequel of sorts to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anivad's request fic from a while ago, Dance Lesson. Marty and Jennifer ought to spend some time showing off their "mad skillz."
-Martys: *innocent grins*-
You're not fooling anyone, you know. Yes, the end bit was inspired by that recent article MJF penned for Esquire. I personally thought it was hilarious myself, and I felt the need to use his comments about him not minding being regarded as cute and cuddly, as long as it got him laid.
-D: *shake head* Marty Marty Marty-
-M: What, I'm a teenage boy! Besides, you can be pretty hormonal too, Mr. Playboy.-
-D: I read the articles too!-
-OD: *tentacles chatter* No, nothing's inherently wrong with the color pink, kids. It's a psychological reaction.-
-VuM: Yeah, guys, it's only if I see that style of dress that I feel a little freaked.-
*nodnod* Being almost-mauled by your teenage mother would turn a guy off strapless pink dresses. I think dark blue's a better color for Jennifer anyway.
-AJ: I like green myself.-
*shrug* I don't pretend to know all your fashions choices. I just thought dark blue was nice.
-J2: So do we, so no worries.-
I've also got a number of quizzes to present to you all. I did the commenting meme I've seen on a couple of friends' journals, and things just went from there:
I had to do this a couple of times -- I kept getting people who haven't posted in forever.
All right, Moose, Smudge, you heard the meme. Chop chop!
Braaaaaaaiiiiinnssss. . . .
Come to the fair! *eats lots of cotton candy*
*sings* Everyone wants to rule the world. . . .
-TD: How could you not choose orbital mind lasers?-
This one gave the best set of friends to choose from.
Yeah, that seems pretty in-character for good old J.C. Jones.
(If you're wondering, she can fly and shoot beams of energy)
And now, I go to seek the funny on YouTube.
-D: As always.-
A girl's gotta have a hobby.
ETA:martyfan hija-BORROWED the memes, and she mentioned she should have put the Vorpal Sword for her weapon. It gave her pathetic kills, but when I used it:
So if there's ever a zombie apocalpyse, Ael and I will be ruling the survivors, mmmmkay?
-HD: All shall bow before their might.-
-J: Free candy? *bows*-
*giggle* Me, I'm just glad it's the weekend. Sleep in, maybe get some writing done and stuff. . . .
-RPD: Sims?-
Yeah, maybe that too. We can only hope.
-VD: As long as you don't let yourself get suckered into reading webcomics again. You have a nasty habit of getting sucked into the story.-
Yeah, true. I'll do my best. Problem is, I do intend to look for a movie on YouTube, so. . . .
-VD2: Which movie?-
*slightly embarrassed* The Muppet Christmas Carol. Blame TV Tropes.
-VD2: *shakes head* Well, good luck.-
-DW: How's the writing coming?-
Got the next bit of the Christmas Meme ready! Here we go:
On the Ninth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“All right, everyone, we’re taking a break! Go grab some refreshments, we’ll be back in a little bit.”
Marty and Jennifer immediately headed for the bleachers against the far wall as the band left the stage. “Whew!” Jennifer said, plopping down on the lowest set. “I’m wiped!”
“I know,” Marty said, wiping some of the sweat off his forehead. “I gotta admit, those guys are good. I thought the judges were gonna choose something like Lawrence Welk.”
“Guess they realized they’d have a mutiny on their hands if they didn’t try for something better,” Jennifer said, panting a little.
Marty glanced over toward the refreshment table, then looked at his girlfriend. “Want me to grab you some punch?”
“Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll come with you,” Jennifer replied. “I want to see if they’ve got anything good to eat.”
“Okay.” Marty looked around the gym, which had been decorated with paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling and piles of fluffy white fabric shoved in the corners to simulate snowdrifts. “Kind of a cheap decorating job, huh?”
“It’s a high school dance,” Jennifer shrugged.
“Yeah, but you think they’d throw a little more effort into it. The Enchantment Under The Sea dance back in 1955 looked a lot better.” Marty frowned curiously. “I wonder when they switched from that to the Winter Wonderland dance.”
Jennifer shrugged. “We could probably find out in the library if you really want to know.”
“I think I’ll check it out, yeah.” He grinned at Jennifer. “Ever since October, history’s become a lot more interesting.”
Jennifer giggled. “I can bet. I really wish Doc had let me stay conscious for that first trip. . . .” She looked around too. “So, how does this dance compare to the Enchantment one?”
“Well, the decorations are crappier, but other than that, I like it. Of course, that might just be because my date to this one isn’t my mother.” Marty looked Jennifer up and down. “I’m glad you didn’t go with that pink dress.”
“It just wasn’t my color,” Jennifer said. “Plus, the horrified look you got when I came out to model it was kind of a deal breaker.”
“The blue is much better,” Marty said, leaning close and putting a hand on her knee. “Makes for easier naughty fantasies.”
“Marty!” Jennifer laughed, playfully slapping his hand away.
“Come on, you know you’re hot. Let’s slip away somewhere and do a little inappropriate groping.”
“That ‘cute and sweet’ thing is just an act to get you laid, isn’t it?”
“Well, yeah!”
Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Boys. . . . I want to get back in time for the last dance, though. We spent a lot of time learning that waltz.”
“Right, right. Want to grab some refreshments now then?”
“Sure.”
A sequel of sorts to
anivad's request fic from a while ago, Dance Lesson. Marty and Jennifer ought to spend some time showing off their "mad skillz."-Martys: *innocent grins*-
You're not fooling anyone, you know. Yes, the end bit was inspired by that recent article MJF penned for Esquire. I personally thought it was hilarious myself, and I felt the need to use his comments about him not minding being regarded as cute and cuddly, as long as it got him laid.
-D: *shake head* Marty Marty Marty-
-M: What, I'm a teenage boy! Besides, you can be pretty hormonal too, Mr. Playboy.-
-D: I read the articles too!-
-OD: *tentacles chatter* No, nothing's inherently wrong with the color pink, kids. It's a psychological reaction.-
-VuM: Yeah, guys, it's only if I see that style of dress that I feel a little freaked.-
*nodnod* Being almost-mauled by your teenage mother would turn a guy off strapless pink dresses. I think dark blue's a better color for Jennifer anyway.
-AJ: I like green myself.-
*shrug* I don't pretend to know all your fashions choices. I just thought dark blue was nice.
-J2: So do we, so no worries.-
I've also got a number of quizzes to present to you all. I did the commenting meme I've seen on a couple of friends' journals, and things just went from there:
I had to do this a couple of times -- I kept getting people who haven't posted in forever.
All right, Moose, Smudge, you heard the meme. Chop chop!
Braaaaaaaiiiiinnssss. . . .
Come to the fair! *eats lots of cotton candy*
*sings* Everyone wants to rule the world. . . .
-TD: How could you not choose orbital mind lasers?-
This one gave the best set of friends to choose from.
Yeah, that seems pretty in-character for good old J.C. Jones.
(If you're wondering, she can fly and shoot beams of energy)
And now, I go to seek the funny on YouTube.
-D: As always.-
A girl's gotta have a hobby.
ETA:
martyfan hija-BORROWED the memes, and she mentioned she should have put the Vorpal Sword for her weapon. It gave her pathetic kills, but when I used it:So if there's ever a zombie apocalpyse, Ael and I will be ruling the survivors, mmmmkay?
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Date: 2007-12-22 11:14 pm (UTC)Wow. That line is pure Marty. I can just picture him saying it!
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