Jun. 15th, 2005

tenlittlebullets: (What the Sith is this?!)
You know what, I think the old Battle Hymn of the Empire could stand to have a few prequel verses added to it...

"We're the Federation battle droids, we're skinnier than poles,
And we're even more expendable than stormtrooper patrols
You may think we're cannon fodder for the guys with starring roles,
But we'll keep marching on!"

Laaaaame, I know. But it's past midnight and I'm feeling silly. You're just lucky I never finished my take on "Pretty Fly for a Jedi." =P
tenlittlebullets: (What the Sith is this?!)
You know what, I think the old Battle Hymn of the Empire could stand to have a few prequel verses added to it...

"We're the Federation battle droids, we're skinnier than poles,
And we're even more expendable than stormtrooper patrols
You may think we're cannon fodder for the guys with starring roles,
But we'll keep marching on!"

Laaaaame, I know. But it's past midnight and I'm feeling silly. You're just lucky I never finished my take on "Pretty Fly for a Jedi." =P
tenlittlebullets: (ik þuk ufsneifa kalkjon)
Note to friends list: That... thing... being displayed as my default icon? It is the product of a dare. I had no say in the matter. I have not gone off my rocker. Thank you.

(And the 'I keel j00, h0r' icon? That's for Fishy.)

Edit: Also, I just remembered that last night I had a very strange dream that seemed to involve holing up in my dad's office to survive the impending apocalypse, and finding a really nice cheap pair of pointy-toed boots at some mall. These events were completely independent of each other. The second one has come true thanks to the miracles of ebay; I just hope the first one doesn't follow.
tenlittlebullets: (ik þuk ufsneifa kalkjon)
Note to friends list: That... thing... being displayed as my default icon? It is the product of a dare. I had no say in the matter. I have not gone off my rocker. Thank you.

(And the 'I keel j00, h0r' icon? That's for Fishy.)

Edit: Also, I just remembered that last night I had a very strange dream that seemed to involve holing up in my dad's office to survive the impending apocalypse, and finding a really nice cheap pair of pointy-toed boots at some mall. These events were completely independent of each other. The second one has come true thanks to the miracles of ebay; I just hope the first one doesn't follow.