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kageotogiMy NaNoWriMo novel is currently un-counted. I've been writing it by hand. -_- I also only just started about fifteen minutes ago, although I already have a page and a half. That's a good start! I'm also rather pleased by the opening, which is a nice change. ^.^ Anyway. I want to write it by hand for a bit longer, and maybe I'll type it all up tomorrow or something. (I think two pages, front and back, is a little over two thousand words, for me, but I don't know. So, um, I have no way of knowing until I type it or count it, and I'm far too lazy to count that high.)
I promised meme stuff, and meme stuff shall be delivered! Here goes. Please note that all of the following are for the Five Things Meme I put up a million years ago. The first installment of the meme answers are here. The second and last installment is below.
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hikarutops: Five Things Eiri Should Have Done.
1. Years after the fact, while splitting a beer with his brother, Eiri remembered how he had, as a child, been the subject of many after-school bullyings, perhaps because of his appearance. He had often come home with black eyes and bloody lips and, once, a broken nose. He was surprised to find that Tatsuha remembered it, too, but Tatsuha just shrugged and swore he had a good memory for that sort of thing. Then he paused and looked to Eiri.
"You should have stood up to them," he said, frowning. "Maybe then you wouldn't have gone off to New York."
Eiri stole back his beer and swirled the remaining drink around in the can. "I should have done a lot of things," he agreed, and changed the subject.
2. Yue, the long-haired girl Eiri had picked up earlier that night, played with Eiri's hair and giggled. "So... What are you thinking?"
Eiri frowned. "That I should have asked after your sexual history before I brought you here. About how long do you think I have until I should see a doctor about the menagerie of diseases you probably just gave me?"
Even after he was slapped and Yue left, slamming the door behind her, Eiri regretted not having asked that question in advance.
3. "STOP!"
Eiri swerved to avoid hitting the crazy boy who had just run in front of his car, nearly skidding into another car in the process. Once the car slid to a stop, Eiri stared out the window at the lunatic. He recognized him. Vaguely. He scowled. The one from the park. With the lyrics. Shit.
Eiri opened his door to scold the lunatic and get him in the car before he did something like latch onto the Mercedes' bumper and make Eiri drag him all over Tokyo, all the while yelling at himself for not having just walked to the market for once.
4. "If you could change one thing," Anami-sensei, Eiri's psychiatrist asked, leaning forward, "any one thing about your life so far, what would it be?"
"Anything I could have done, or just anything?"
"Both. The former first."
Eiri considered that for a long moment, then shrugged. "I would have screamed."
Anami-sensei didn't even have to ask to know what Eiri meant by that.
5. Eiri had never been fond of hospitals. They smelled like chemicals and death, the doctor were rarely hot, and the beds were really fucking uncomfortable. That wasn't even to mention the food, the constantly cold temperatures, the needles, the equipment, and the sounds. Today, though, Eiri didn't really mind. He knocked once on a door and, without waiting for an answer, stepped inside.
There, lying unconscious on the hospital bed, was Ma-kun of ASK. At his bedside was Aizawa Taki. Just the man Eiri wanted to see.
Eiri took a seat next to Aizawa and the musician rose to begin a protest. Eiri glared and the other fell silent, taking his seat again. The two sat there for a long while, then Eiri coughed and shrugged.
"We aren't that different, I suppose," Eiri mused. "We both have a long list of things we should have done."
Aizawa balked. "Yeah? Like what?"
"As an example?" Eiri shifted. "Well, you should have left Shuichi alone. I? I should have killed you when I had the chance." He stood and patted Aizawa's shoulder. "Give Ma-kun my regards," he said, and left.
Forpereppi: Five professions Wash tried before piloting Serenity.
1. No one wanted to hire a pilot right out of training. Wash knew that. He understood that. What he didn't understand was why no one wanted to hire a pilot who had just left training with exceptional skills, top marks, glowing recommendations, and a damned good track record as a co-pilot, thanks to some moonlighting he'd done between classes.
Shelly, the owner of a local traveling agency, shrugged. "I don't have any openings."
"But I'm better than half the people you have out there right now," Wash insisted.
Shelly shook her head. "The only spot I've got open is for a Firefly, and it says here you've never flown a Firefly."
Wash scowled, just a little, and fingered his empty wallet through his pocket. "Bet you I can learn."
"And how long would that take?"
Wash frowned. "One trip. I'll co-pilots one trip and I'll be an expert before I get back."
"And if you're not?"
Wash grinned. "I'll marry you."
Shelly smiled. "I'll hold you to that," she said, and gestured back behind her. "The shuttle bay is to the left."
2. Getting work post-war, once all the soldiers were back and flying Alliance ships, was a difficult doing, but Wash was dedicated to eating at least once a day, and that meant he was in need of money. Subsequently, he scoured all the job listings he could get his hands on and investigated every 'Help Wanted' sign he saw. That, of course, meant he wound up on some interesting interviews, but he was all for interesting.
"So, Mister Washburn. What experience do you have in this field?"
It also meant he sometimes forgot what jobs he was looking at, and that meant he had to sometimes get creative. "Lots. I grew up in this business."
The HR rep's eyebrows rose. "You did?"
"Sure."
"Oh." The rep considered Wash. "Pardon my surprise, but it isn't often you hear of young men growing up in strip clubs."
Whoops. "We called them Adult Entertainment Centers?" Wash tried.
The HR rep offered up a terse smile. "We'll call you."
3. "Have you ever plunged a toilet before?"
"Uh... Yeah."
"Good." Butch, who was supposed to be training Wash but was really just showing him how to take more smoke breaks than was allowed, shoved a box into Wash's hands. "Here."
Wash looked at the box and then back to Butch. "How is plunging a toilet anything like delivering packages?"
"If you screw up, you still get shat on." Butch smirked. "Get to work."
4. Wash pulled awkwardly at his collar, then at his tie. He'd had to borrow a tie extra special for this, and it was killing him. He cleared his throat, then flashed his badge at a group of women walking by. "Ladies," he said. "Step over here, please."
"Who are you?"
"Agent Hoban of the WBI."
The girls looked at one another. "The what?"
Wash cringed. He hated this part. "The WBI. Women's Body Inspector."
As expected, the women didn't take that well. Once the carnage was over, Wash groaned and tapped at his earpiece, then adjusted his sunglasses, which were bulky so they could successfully hide the hidden camera.
"Please tell me you guys got that."
The production crew was snickering. Wash could hear them. "We need one more," they said. "You know, so the TV guys can get their best shot. And Hoban?"
"Yeah?"
"Smile." There was a pause and another snicker. "Remember, it's for Candid Camera."
5. "Hoban. We need to talk about your, uh, working attitude."
Wash quirked an eyebrow. "What's wrong with it?" he asked. "I like this job. It's a good job."
"Yes, well..." The managing director cleared his throat. "Could you perhaps try to be... less enthusiastic? You're starting to make the models uncomfortable."
Wash frowned and glanced through his viewfinder at the tall, leggy redhead strutting around in the company's newest lingerie line. "Do you blame me?"
"Well, no, but..." The director paused. "Look, just remember that Happy Berry produces lingerie for men, too, and they are just in need of a photographer as the woman's line. Okay?"
"Oh. Well." Wash hesitated. "Less enthusiastic. Got it."
"Good." The director patted Wash's shoulder. "Keep up the good work."
Forpereppi: Five rejected escape plans formulated by Tulio on board Cortez's ship.
1. "Here's what we'll do!" Tulio declared, lifting his head at last. "We'll fashion dresses for ourselves and convince Cortez's men that they accidentally imprisoned washerwomen, then have them take us back to Spain!"
Miguel tilted his head to one side. "That's a good idea," he said after a moment, nodding. "They won't be able to resist you while you're wearing a dress."
2. "Pirates, Tulio?"
For a moment, Tulio looked indignant. "Well, then you think of something!"
3. "Maybe we can make a hole in the ship and get it to start sinking, and when they come to investigate, we'll bull rush them an escape."
"You think that will work?"
"It might."
Miguel paused. "Okay. But how are we going to make the hole?"
"Uh..."
4. "We could pretend to be dead."
"Won't they just throw us overboard?"
"So? We'll swim back."
"To Spain?"
"Yeah."
Miguel grinned. "Your confidence in my stamina is flattering."
5. "Do you think we could gamble our way out?" Tulio paused. "No, no. That's ridiculous."
"No, it's a great idea!"
"We have nothing to bet!"
"We have shoes."
"...Miguel, so do they."
Forpikachu_goddess: Five Things Eiri will NEVER do, EVER!
1. Shuichi was understandably shocked when he tried to initiate a hearty round of lovemaking and was turned down by Eiri -- twice. After he had to listen to Shuichi wail over how Eiri was undoubtedly sleeping with someone else, Eiri decided once and for all that he would never say 'no' again. It wasn't worth the headache, and besides -- it wasn't like Shuichi asked for sex more than three times a night.
2. Eiri didn't need to seek employment to know that he wasn't suited for a desk job. The one and only time he went to see his sister at work, he was asked to sit at her desk for a moment while she went to meet with her supervisor. When Mika returned ten minutes later to find her younger brother feigning claustrophobia and forcing himself to hyperventilate, she sighed and promised never to make Eiri sit in a cubicle ever again.
3. The first time Shuichi's mother invited her son and Yuki-san to dinner (without swooning so much that Shuichi hung up on her before she could ask them over), she did everything she could to ensure that the dinner would be perfect. She made her husband and daughter (although Maiko needed no encouragement whatsoever) to dress nicely, use the good dishware, and prepared plenty of small talk. Her preparations paid off, but as Eiri-san (she had preened mercilessly when The Yuki Eiri had given her permission to use his given name) rose, she made the mistake of glancing to his plate.
"Eiri-san," she said (and preened again). "You didn't eat any of your egg rolls?" She had prepared those special. Her egg rolls were rich with flavor -- and understandably so, since she used just about every food known to man while making them -- everything from asparagus to apples to celery to eggs to ham.
Eiri-san just smiled and excused himself. Once he was gone, the Shindou matriarch looked questionably to Shuichi, who shrugged. "Yuki doesn't really do celery, Mom. He refuses to ever eat it. Ever." He smiled, then got up to clamber after his lover.
4. Eiri knew his cars -- all three of them -- better than he knew anything else in the world. He knew how hard he could push them, how they took turns, and exactly how much yen he had to pay to fill up his gas tank. That was why he could do nothing but stare when Shuichi -- who, to Eiri's knowledge, didn't even have a license -- asked to borrow his Mercedes. When the horror of the suggestion wore off, Eiri shook his head.
"There is no way in hell I'll ever let you borrow my car," he said, and he refused to acknowledge any of the protests that followed.
5. Eiri often placed considerable amounts of his real life into his books, at least so far as his characters were concerned. If he met a girl with an unfortunate hairdo, he might give that same look to one of his characters, although he might also give the character his waitress' eyes, his sister's nose, or an actress' legs. So, yes, his characters were, in a way, pulled from real life.
Still, that didn't mean he took requests.
"Please, Yuki?" Shuichi asked. "Please? Just once?"
"No."
"Yuki, come on! I'd make a good character, and I write you into my songs all the time!"
"No."
"But --"
"The answer is no!" Eiri bellowed. "Stop asking!"
Shuichi sulked off and Eiri turned back to his novel-in-progress, in which the very blonde heroine had just learned her very blue-eyed college friend was after her luxuriously long-legged lover. As soon as he introduced the new love interest, he gave him wide eyes and torturously kissable lips.
He would never write Shuichi into one of his novels. Never.
At least, not so that Shuichi could tell.
As an added bonus,pikachu_goddess posted her own answers to the above meme. You can read hers here.
I promised meme stuff, and meme stuff shall be delivered! Here goes. Please note that all of the following are for the Five Things Meme I put up a million years ago. The first installment of the meme answers are here. The second and last installment is below.
For
hikarutops: Five Things Eiri Should Have Done.1. Years after the fact, while splitting a beer with his brother, Eiri remembered how he had, as a child, been the subject of many after-school bullyings, perhaps because of his appearance. He had often come home with black eyes and bloody lips and, once, a broken nose. He was surprised to find that Tatsuha remembered it, too, but Tatsuha just shrugged and swore he had a good memory for that sort of thing. Then he paused and looked to Eiri.
"You should have stood up to them," he said, frowning. "Maybe then you wouldn't have gone off to New York."
Eiri stole back his beer and swirled the remaining drink around in the can. "I should have done a lot of things," he agreed, and changed the subject.
2. Yue, the long-haired girl Eiri had picked up earlier that night, played with Eiri's hair and giggled. "So... What are you thinking?"
Eiri frowned. "That I should have asked after your sexual history before I brought you here. About how long do you think I have until I should see a doctor about the menagerie of diseases you probably just gave me?"
Even after he was slapped and Yue left, slamming the door behind her, Eiri regretted not having asked that question in advance.
3. "STOP!"
Eiri swerved to avoid hitting the crazy boy who had just run in front of his car, nearly skidding into another car in the process. Once the car slid to a stop, Eiri stared out the window at the lunatic. He recognized him. Vaguely. He scowled. The one from the park. With the lyrics. Shit.
Eiri opened his door to scold the lunatic and get him in the car before he did something like latch onto the Mercedes' bumper and make Eiri drag him all over Tokyo, all the while yelling at himself for not having just walked to the market for once.
4. "If you could change one thing," Anami-sensei, Eiri's psychiatrist asked, leaning forward, "any one thing about your life so far, what would it be?"
"Anything I could have done, or just anything?"
"Both. The former first."
Eiri considered that for a long moment, then shrugged. "I would have screamed."
Anami-sensei didn't even have to ask to know what Eiri meant by that.
5. Eiri had never been fond of hospitals. They smelled like chemicals and death, the doctor were rarely hot, and the beds were really fucking uncomfortable. That wasn't even to mention the food, the constantly cold temperatures, the needles, the equipment, and the sounds. Today, though, Eiri didn't really mind. He knocked once on a door and, without waiting for an answer, stepped inside.
There, lying unconscious on the hospital bed, was Ma-kun of ASK. At his bedside was Aizawa Taki. Just the man Eiri wanted to see.
Eiri took a seat next to Aizawa and the musician rose to begin a protest. Eiri glared and the other fell silent, taking his seat again. The two sat there for a long while, then Eiri coughed and shrugged.
"We aren't that different, I suppose," Eiri mused. "We both have a long list of things we should have done."
Aizawa balked. "Yeah? Like what?"
"As an example?" Eiri shifted. "Well, you should have left Shuichi alone. I? I should have killed you when I had the chance." He stood and patted Aizawa's shoulder. "Give Ma-kun my regards," he said, and left.
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pereppi: Five professions Wash tried before piloting Serenity.1. No one wanted to hire a pilot right out of training. Wash knew that. He understood that. What he didn't understand was why no one wanted to hire a pilot who had just left training with exceptional skills, top marks, glowing recommendations, and a damned good track record as a co-pilot, thanks to some moonlighting he'd done between classes.
Shelly, the owner of a local traveling agency, shrugged. "I don't have any openings."
"But I'm better than half the people you have out there right now," Wash insisted.
Shelly shook her head. "The only spot I've got open is for a Firefly, and it says here you've never flown a Firefly."
Wash scowled, just a little, and fingered his empty wallet through his pocket. "Bet you I can learn."
"And how long would that take?"
Wash frowned. "One trip. I'll co-pilots one trip and I'll be an expert before I get back."
"And if you're not?"
Wash grinned. "I'll marry you."
Shelly smiled. "I'll hold you to that," she said, and gestured back behind her. "The shuttle bay is to the left."
2. Getting work post-war, once all the soldiers were back and flying Alliance ships, was a difficult doing, but Wash was dedicated to eating at least once a day, and that meant he was in need of money. Subsequently, he scoured all the job listings he could get his hands on and investigated every 'Help Wanted' sign he saw. That, of course, meant he wound up on some interesting interviews, but he was all for interesting.
"So, Mister Washburn. What experience do you have in this field?"
It also meant he sometimes forgot what jobs he was looking at, and that meant he had to sometimes get creative. "Lots. I grew up in this business."
The HR rep's eyebrows rose. "You did?"
"Sure."
"Oh." The rep considered Wash. "Pardon my surprise, but it isn't often you hear of young men growing up in strip clubs."
Whoops. "We called them Adult Entertainment Centers?" Wash tried.
The HR rep offered up a terse smile. "We'll call you."
3. "Have you ever plunged a toilet before?"
"Uh... Yeah."
"Good." Butch, who was supposed to be training Wash but was really just showing him how to take more smoke breaks than was allowed, shoved a box into Wash's hands. "Here."
Wash looked at the box and then back to Butch. "How is plunging a toilet anything like delivering packages?"
"If you screw up, you still get shat on." Butch smirked. "Get to work."
4. Wash pulled awkwardly at his collar, then at his tie. He'd had to borrow a tie extra special for this, and it was killing him. He cleared his throat, then flashed his badge at a group of women walking by. "Ladies," he said. "Step over here, please."
"Who are you?"
"Agent Hoban of the WBI."
The girls looked at one another. "The what?"
Wash cringed. He hated this part. "The WBI. Women's Body Inspector."
As expected, the women didn't take that well. Once the carnage was over, Wash groaned and tapped at his earpiece, then adjusted his sunglasses, which were bulky so they could successfully hide the hidden camera.
"Please tell me you guys got that."
The production crew was snickering. Wash could hear them. "We need one more," they said. "You know, so the TV guys can get their best shot. And Hoban?"
"Yeah?"
"Smile." There was a pause and another snicker. "Remember, it's for Candid Camera."
5. "Hoban. We need to talk about your, uh, working attitude."
Wash quirked an eyebrow. "What's wrong with it?" he asked. "I like this job. It's a good job."
"Yes, well..." The managing director cleared his throat. "Could you perhaps try to be... less enthusiastic? You're starting to make the models uncomfortable."
Wash frowned and glanced through his viewfinder at the tall, leggy redhead strutting around in the company's newest lingerie line. "Do you blame me?"
"Well, no, but..." The director paused. "Look, just remember that Happy Berry produces lingerie for men, too, and they are just in need of a photographer as the woman's line. Okay?"
"Oh. Well." Wash hesitated. "Less enthusiastic. Got it."
"Good." The director patted Wash's shoulder. "Keep up the good work."
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pereppi: Five rejected escape plans formulated by Tulio on board Cortez's ship.1. "Here's what we'll do!" Tulio declared, lifting his head at last. "We'll fashion dresses for ourselves and convince Cortez's men that they accidentally imprisoned washerwomen, then have them take us back to Spain!"
Miguel tilted his head to one side. "That's a good idea," he said after a moment, nodding. "They won't be able to resist you while you're wearing a dress."
2. "Pirates, Tulio?"
For a moment, Tulio looked indignant. "Well, then you think of something!"
3. "Maybe we can make a hole in the ship and get it to start sinking, and when they come to investigate, we'll bull rush them an escape."
"You think that will work?"
"It might."
Miguel paused. "Okay. But how are we going to make the hole?"
"Uh..."
4. "We could pretend to be dead."
"Won't they just throw us overboard?"
"So? We'll swim back."
"To Spain?"
"Yeah."
Miguel grinned. "Your confidence in my stamina is flattering."
5. "Do you think we could gamble our way out?" Tulio paused. "No, no. That's ridiculous."
"No, it's a great idea!"
"We have nothing to bet!"
"We have shoes."
"...Miguel, so do they."
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pikachu_goddess: Five Things Eiri will NEVER do, EVER!1. Shuichi was understandably shocked when he tried to initiate a hearty round of lovemaking and was turned down by Eiri -- twice. After he had to listen to Shuichi wail over how Eiri was undoubtedly sleeping with someone else, Eiri decided once and for all that he would never say 'no' again. It wasn't worth the headache, and besides -- it wasn't like Shuichi asked for sex more than three times a night.
2. Eiri didn't need to seek employment to know that he wasn't suited for a desk job. The one and only time he went to see his sister at work, he was asked to sit at her desk for a moment while she went to meet with her supervisor. When Mika returned ten minutes later to find her younger brother feigning claustrophobia and forcing himself to hyperventilate, she sighed and promised never to make Eiri sit in a cubicle ever again.
3. The first time Shuichi's mother invited her son and Yuki-san to dinner (without swooning so much that Shuichi hung up on her before she could ask them over), she did everything she could to ensure that the dinner would be perfect. She made her husband and daughter (although Maiko needed no encouragement whatsoever) to dress nicely, use the good dishware, and prepared plenty of small talk. Her preparations paid off, but as Eiri-san (she had preened mercilessly when The Yuki Eiri had given her permission to use his given name) rose, she made the mistake of glancing to his plate.
"Eiri-san," she said (and preened again). "You didn't eat any of your egg rolls?" She had prepared those special. Her egg rolls were rich with flavor -- and understandably so, since she used just about every food known to man while making them -- everything from asparagus to apples to celery to eggs to ham.
Eiri-san just smiled and excused himself. Once he was gone, the Shindou matriarch looked questionably to Shuichi, who shrugged. "Yuki doesn't really do celery, Mom. He refuses to ever eat it. Ever." He smiled, then got up to clamber after his lover.
4. Eiri knew his cars -- all three of them -- better than he knew anything else in the world. He knew how hard he could push them, how they took turns, and exactly how much yen he had to pay to fill up his gas tank. That was why he could do nothing but stare when Shuichi -- who, to Eiri's knowledge, didn't even have a license -- asked to borrow his Mercedes. When the horror of the suggestion wore off, Eiri shook his head.
"There is no way in hell I'll ever let you borrow my car," he said, and he refused to acknowledge any of the protests that followed.
5. Eiri often placed considerable amounts of his real life into his books, at least so far as his characters were concerned. If he met a girl with an unfortunate hairdo, he might give that same look to one of his characters, although he might also give the character his waitress' eyes, his sister's nose, or an actress' legs. So, yes, his characters were, in a way, pulled from real life.
Still, that didn't mean he took requests.
"Please, Yuki?" Shuichi asked. "Please? Just once?"
"No."
"Yuki, come on! I'd make a good character, and I write you into my songs all the time!"
"No."
"But --"
"The answer is no!" Eiri bellowed. "Stop asking!"
Shuichi sulked off and Eiri turned back to his novel-in-progress, in which the very blonde heroine had just learned her very blue-eyed college friend was after her luxuriously long-legged lover. As soon as he introduced the new love interest, he gave him wide eyes and torturously kissable lips.
He would never write Shuichi into one of his novels. Never.
At least, not so that Shuichi could tell.
As an added bonus,
pikachu_goddess posted her own answers to the above meme. You can read hers here.
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Date: 2006-11-02 04:11 am (UTC)Good luck on Nanowrimo!
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Date: 2006-11-02 11:38 am (UTC)Thanks. I think I'm going to need it.
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Date: 2006-11-02 11:39 am (UTC)Icon love. FOr the record. XD
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Date: 2006-11-02 04:41 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked the Gravi ones! The should-haves were really hard to think of, and the one featuring Aizawa was the hardest one of all. (The screaming, though, was easy. That was just a matter of getting my ideas into words, and it was originally going to be Eiri talking to Tohma and blahblahblah...) Thanks for reading, as always~!
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Date: 2006-11-02 08:47 pm (UTC)You can always count on me to read your Gravi fics! ;D
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Date: 2006-11-02 09:27 pm (UTC)Even if they are few and far between? ^_~
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Date: 2006-11-02 06:09 pm (UTC)It's hard to choose which one is the best from the best, but probably I would choose the fourth one written for hikarutops and the first one written for pikachu_goddess.
Good luck on NaNo!
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Date: 2006-11-02 06:31 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2006-11-02 10:29 pm (UTC)And the Road to El Dorado one tickles me. XD; Even if I haven't seen the movie in a long, long time.
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Date: 2006-11-02 11:37 pm (UTC)