Journal 122
Sunday - 12-26-10
Chatting with Mark and Spencer -- Here are some of the highlights, from both chat logs, and recorded from the video call, later on:
Me: What, no hello? :P
Mark: Haha.
Mark: No.
Marl: No hello for you.
Me: You really do hate me! XD
Mark: Like nuts in brownies.
Me: I see how it is. We spend -- *laughs* Aren't those awful? -- the majority of Christmas together, albeit over the internets -- and you can't even say hello the next day. =^_~=
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Me: Well, the only embassy I go to is the US one. :P
Mark: Which is a tiny, tiny bit sad, that you spend your time in a foreign country, on US "soil".
Me: XD! I know. I love the humour of it, too.
Mark: Heh.
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Mark's Mum: "Well I did study in France... but they do everything the hard way over there. 'FIRST FIND A WHOLE COW.'... they start from scratch."
[Related]
Me: That's one reason I kind of feel accomplished making the cookies from scratch, with no mixer here.
Me: It's small -- and probably not worth feeling proud over -- but I do. Just a little. There's something about being able to say, "That's the work of my hands. And it's delicious." :P
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Me, to Mark: I know how serious you are about good food. And the way you praise your mum's -- it's epic.
Me: Her cooking ability isn't fueled by a collection of French Grandmothers' Souls, is it??
Me: Because that's what it sounds like sometimes. =^_~=
Me: You know the rules: Mum = Awesome Cook; Grandma = Will wipe the floor with your mum; and so on down the line; plus the French-ness. = Oooh, the Tasty. + Desu*. Just because.
[*"+ Desu" -- if you're not familiar with the idea of "-desu" or "more desu" -- In a nutshell, it's an internet thing taken from the Japanese language, which is basically used to denote: "Plus Cuteness/Awesomeness." Or Awesome Cuteness. Please use your Desu responsibly.]
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[When I was still up at 1:30 AM]
Mark: There'd better be a girl in your bed.
Mark: And she'd better be tipsy.
Mark: *shakes fist*
Me: There is no girl. Alas. [<-- My sarcasm to the on-going joke that *someone,* male or female, should be in my bed at such an hour, and I should therefore be with them, and not online.]
Me: But there is a clementine in my bed! XD
Me: Though, they say "mandarin"
Me: And that's masculine
Me: So... In a roundabout way
Me: You can say that there is a guy in my bed.
Me: XD!!
Mark: That's no fun.
[I thought it was riotously clever! Mark, however, did not.]
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[Quotes from the Video Chat]
Q: "Is There Happiness In Russia?"
A: "No." -- Mark
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"I am the architect of my own demise." -- Me
"I'm gonna punch you so hard, you're gonna get cuter!"
And, "I'm gonna hit you so cute!" -- Mark
[This was from a particularly rousing part of the conversation, where Mark described what he thought would happen if I ever tried to beat someone up.]
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Mark: "Have you ever been to Russia???" *as I'm sitting in Moscow*
Mark: Rly.
Me: Srsly
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I said, "It was 8 AM and the sun still wasn't up." -- And it spawned:
Mark: "That's because Russia does not have *the sun*"
Mark: "Until Putin declares it... [there will be no sun]"
Spencer: "Russia can't afford a sun."
Mark: "That's because Russia is a hellhole."
[It wouldn't have been a conversation about Russia without a Putin joke, now would it?]
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Mark: I can neither confirm nor deny the accuracy of any of the statements or quotes which may or may not appear in this log.
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Me: (Cuff links win.)
Mark: [Damn straight. This one has girl parts, and she agrees with me.]
Me: (Damn right I do. To both counts.)
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Mark: "If this is a staring contest, that would be trouble, because you could sign off, and your eyes would be open forever; and that would be bad for me."
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Me: {Desktop Kitty has boobs, she automatically wins.}
Mark: WE HAVE NO EVIDENCE OF THIS.
Me: You saw them. Vitamins can testify
[Allow me to clarify here:
1. We were video chatting, so they could clearly see that I'm a girl, and I have a chest.
2. Vitamins is a name Mark calls Vitaly by, for kicks.
3. I said Vitaly could testify, thanks to the events of Journal 114, and other times.]
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[On the subject of my squeaking when I think something is really funny, run out of air, and try to breathe, but only succeed in making really high pitched, "Someone drop-kicked a Chihuahua 30 yards for a field goal" noises.]
Mark: {I think I broke her...}
Spencer: {She's like a squeaky toy.}
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Me (talking as Mark): [You're being difficult. //Aside// Give her the Sodium Pentathol.]
Mark: Pentothol
Me: F*&k it. I should have bought another vowel.
Mark: Thiopental.
Mark: "Yeah, but what's the conversion of vowels to USD? It can't be very good..."
Mark: "It's like 40 million rubles to the penny."
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Me: Sleep tight
Me: Don't let the bedbugs bite
Mark: Better than sleeping loose.
Me: Damn floozies and their loose sleeping ways.
Me: XD
Me: Strumpets, all of them. Trollops. Doxies.
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