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The guitarist for Maroon 5 looks exactly how I imagined Adrian Turnipseed from Discworld would look. (he's the one with lots of hair and just a nose poking out, right?)

WAIT THERE'S TWO OF THEM.

Why, Maroon 5, why do you have MATCHING SHAGGY DOGS instead of HUMANS playing your guitars and what is CLEARLY a werewolf from the 1980s on keyboard?

Oh, and by the way, Twiglike Lead Singer, you are way not butch enough to have ever sung the line "I have the tendency of getting very physical / So watch your step cos if I do you'll need a miracle".

I like Maroon 5 quite a bit, but, as with Good Charlotte, I'm so glad I heard their music before I saw them, because I would have been laughing too loud to hear their music.

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From [info]disc_sophist:

Take the first letter of the username of the person from whom you gather this meme, go to your interests list, and then post all your interests which begin with that letter.

digital photography, discworld, dramaturgy, drawing, drink.

(Wow, a year ago that was basically my existence, right there. *grin*)

From [info]angryvixen:

1. Enter your LJ name only into Google.
2. Click the Images tab.
3. Post your favorite picture from the first page.

Copperbadge only brings up one image, and that's the Ginny that [info]alicey drew for me (which hangs in a place of honour on my wall) so I searched "copper badge" instead. That brings up a lot of really cool old badges, like one for the city of Toronto and one of what looks like a pirate playing football; there's also a link to some kind of mythology website called The Copper Pot.

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Well, despite all, January and February have been survived, and it seems that spring has come to LJ and to St. Nowhere. Though it's a bit overcast today, it was hot enough to run about in shorts this morning, which was a nice change. And people (touch wood) seem cheerful on LJ, for the main. Though of course the tragedy in Madrid is a horrible thing to wake up to -- literally, my clock-alarm is set to NPR and it was the first thing I heard on waking -- but I'm not sure what to say about it, so I'll leave that to my betters, as it were. A terrible tragedy.

Which really leaves me not much to say, as my day was quite boring.

I'm going home to Austin tomorrow, on a midnight train six o'clock evening flight, which means I won't touch down till, er...maths not being my strong suit...late. Barring any unfortunate car accidents, because I really don't think my luck is quite that bad, I'll be eating the traditional Macaroni And Cheese Welcome Home Dinner and rassling with my siblings, so I probably won't be around from noon Friday till Saturday afternoon. Should be my usual spammy self tomorrow, though.

And now, thanks to [info]juniper200, I want to have a long walk and eat an ice cream cone. Unfortunately there are no ice cream parlours nearby, and I would feel silly making myself an ice cream cone at home and then walking outside to eat it. Ah well. Plenty of time for that while spoiling the Sproglet and punching the Bigger Sproglet in the arm.

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Sam's usual three things about CSI.

1. Uh. Wow. Arm. Yeah. Gee.

2. Greg/Catherine: Theirloveissopassingconversationinthehallway.

3. Grissolm wants to share his hobby, how cute. Well, it would be, if his hobby wasn't insects.

And three things about Survivor:

1. Considering it's All Stars, I find it ironic that two people have voluntarily quit already.

2. Is anyone else freaked out by the reverent way these people talk about The Game?

3. Come on. When're we gonna see Survivor: New York City? I want to see people freeze their asses off through a NYC December. Immunity Challenge: Purse snatching!