2006-08-29

Regarding our planned engendering of a marching band...

It's a great idea, Ape with the bongo, Tiny with the piccolo, me with the glittery spirit stick and Lolita somehwere in the back looking cheap and glum. A truly great idea. Except for our total lack of musicality.

Another great idea, possibly even greater, is that we pick a song - a catchy, cool one - and perform a synchronized dance. Picture the scene! It's late, but the party hasn't really begun. After some urgent demands from the public, or the masses, Lolita reluctantly takes out an oldass CD player with a decent speaker system and a bicycle generator for Lolita to pedal. Ape presses PLAY. Twice I beat with the stave in my hand and the Oddballs line up in a row. The funky intro of our catchy song reaches a certain steady beat and we discreetly nod our heads synchronously. What follows next is a wondrous chain of magic events that makes the masses understand that it takes an Oddball to be an Oddball. I'm talking indecent movements of hips, unisonous twitchy-arms, altitudinous throwing of Tiny, and dead serious leek action. All in tune to the music.

Girls, I think I'm on to something. We can do this. I know we still lack musical ability. And will. Still, think about how divinely awesome it would be to have a dance to blaze away on some inappropriate occasion or other.

Ja?

2006-08-19

My Sexuality?

Stole this interesting quiz from Ape. It screamed, and begged me to click trough it, I couldn't resist, the temptation made me... weak, and, so.. I gave in.
You scored as The Femme Fatale. You're carefree, dark and adventurous...and slightly fatale to the heart.

The Femme Fatale


90%

The Quasi-Gothic Femme


55%

The Granola Dyke


55%

The Stud


50%

The Vaginal-Reference-Making Dyke


50%

The Surprise! Dyke


50%

The Bohemian Dyke


40%

The Student Dyke


25%

The Pretty-Boi Dyke


20%

The Little-Boy Dyke


20%

The Magic Earring Ken Dyke


15%

The Sprightly Elfin Femme


0%

The Hipster Dyke


0%

What Type of Lesbian Are You? (Inspired by Curve Mag.)
created with QuizFarm.com


So, this is me... Lolita. felt like I had to post this... um, lovable pic, just because... I like it.

My lover is a white, eighteen year old bohemian...



Yeah, so I bought a car last Monday. It's old and it's used and all the four Oddballs probably won't fit inside it at the same time. But I ask you to embrace it and love it as if it was a kitten. A very small kitten with very bad leukemia, who lacks both cat-mother and cat-father. Because that's what it looks like. It is also French, which makes it bohemian, which makes it lovable.

Mark how I refer to my baby as "it". Other cars I've come to know and driven I've always imagined being of some kind of masculine breed. With the stick shift and all. However, this car is so asexually tiny I find myself thinking of it as a child. It even says JUNIOR in pastel-colored letters on the trunk. And you know me, I'm not much of a pedophile. Hence it cannot be a he. Still it cannot be a she. Because if it was, I would have to treat it like a bitch and not change gear with my usually so sensitive hand. Not good.

No, it will have to stay an androgynous kitty for the rest of its auto life. Sad but tru-hue.

I also bought a kickass pair of furry moonboots to go with it.

Now I am broke.

2006-08-15

Ape's Youtube List

So here I am with my youtube post.

It's like imdb, but with short ridiculous film clips and I can spend hours on it.


Found this little short clip and there's nothing special about it, but replace the sandwich with alcohol and this could be my friend Lolita (only she's more Lolita and slightly older and female)
Lolita lookalike

Speaking of Lolita. Life imitating art imitating life? Need to watch it again, cause it was just so spot on. Dorian and Yanki, that's me.
Kamikaze Girls
[Edit] Oh there's even a fanvid
The Way I am

This might just be the cutest thing I've ever seen
Demented Baby-Ape

No, this is the cutest thing I've ever seen
This Man is a God

My favorite Comedy show right now
"Sometimes I harm myself or others. Other than that we have a great time together."

2006-08-12

Tribute to the Human God Lookalike














Blanka Vlasic. 22. Irresistible.

Now imagine her in a pair of pink latex gloves...

A Tribute to a Human God



Timothy James Curry

The son of a Methodist Royal Navy chaplain, James, and his wife Patricia, a school secretary. Born on the 19th of April 1946, in Grappenhall, Cheshire, England, UK.

The man, the myth, the legend.

This is my tribute to Mr Curry, my personal hero and an Oddball role model.

I still remember the first time I saw RHPS, it was magical and it was just at the right time of my life. It was the worst summer of my life and there the movie was. At first I didn’t know how to react to it, it was mind boggling and confused me to no end. Then after a second watch I embraced it and at the same time started embracing a lot of other things.

Then I managed to spread the RHPS love among my friends, and little did I know at that moment that it would become part of Oddball canon. Then with a little help from my friends managed to persuade our Swedish teacher to watch it in class, we watched half of it. Then my teacher ended the class with some line about morally bankrupt characters and we never got to watch the ending.

Now the movie is after party defined. You cool down and relax by clutching that leek close to your heart and let yourself be swept away into the musical wonderland.

But Mr Curry is far more than just RHPS. He’s Rooster, he’s It, he’s Evil personified. Basically he’s just an awesome person.

I just realised that this year he turned 60 and no one seems to have made any fuss about it. This is worth celebrating, this is worth remembering as the year Mr Curry turned 60, and therefore I proclaim this year to be the Tim Curry year. (I’ve got a feeling an Oddball zodiac is going to be created in a very near future.)

You know you love this cutie as well, I just wanna take him home and eat him up

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Bi05zusQwYs&mode=related&search=

There should be more Curry fanvids

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Bi05zusQwYs&mode=related&search=

2006-08-11

Buff or bluff?

Fun Movie Quiz

Another Fun Movie Quiz

And another one



And don't I come up with the darndest post titles? Man, it's freaking jeopardy standard on my work.

2006-08-03

How to be an Oddball - Lesson 1

How to be an Oddball - Lesson 1


The Small Things

Being an Oddball is all about the small things and finding immense joy and pleasure in them.

Remember when you were a young child and your imagination made fantastical worlds of the mind a possibility and a reality. That’s the feeling being an Oddball can give back to you.

You need to be able to appreciate the small things in life and in this world in order to experience worlds beyond it. Not until you have opened your mind to the odd and the random will your soul truly be that of an Oddball.

Why only live in the now when you can create memories that are so sweet and marvellous that the sheer thought of them forces you to throw your head back and laugh out loud.

Now you have heard the teachings of the Oddballs, ponder and return to your life a richer person.



2006-08-01

Rest in peace, oh mighty Lord Freelance...


This is what morning brought me - disaster, before I even got a first sip of my morning tea. Two birds, one as dead as a very soft rock, and one mourning and dumbstruck, just outside the glass walls of my balcony. I ate my breakfast ponderously, wondering why I had to begin my day with death.

Unfair or not, I had to do the right thing. I took a deep breath and went out to the winged and shattered couple on the balcony, swiftly knighted the dead one as Lord Freelance of Many Skies and gave his presumably faithful dame the name of Lady Trueheart. Before I took the body away from Lady Trueheart with my plastic bag-covered hand, I promised her that her man would be well taken care of. I dug a grave, six birdfeet down, with my spade, and put the Lordling in it. I found a pretty rock and a pink rose and the funeral was concluded.

My only problem now was the lonely birdgirl (or was the lady a boy?) who still had not moved and possibly suffered from internal bleeding or some obscure mental illness (aren't they all?). I decided that what she needed was to get away from the unfortunate spot which she, for some reason (possibly out of shock) had chosen to contaminate with loads of poop. I put her in an apple tree not too far away and left her there with her lax body and panic-stricken eyes. Planning for a new life, far away from glass balconies, or dying, only to join Lord Freelance, I don't know.

You might find me crude and inhuman for documenting this tragedy. But for their deeds they shall be remembered, as I would have wanted, had I gone through what they have.

So fly freely, Lord Freelance and cry dryly Lady Trueheart, for life is unfair and you never know when you will hit that window that will break your neck.

Edit: I know that you don't exactly knight someone into a Lord. But it was birds! It's a whole other world, them birds. I mean, they fly! Plus, I really like the verb. To knight someone.