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Dang. All this talk I'm seein' about assorted bits of Clayflesh makes me wanna spill a lil' sumpin.
(not that. although that ain't out of the question!)
I wasn't gonna reveal this ahead of time, but this is a special case...I'm actually in the midst of doing some of my famous RESEARCH. I've been keeping very close tabs on the Clayflesh we've already been exposed to. Calculating how much we've yet to see, and perhaps even how soon we can expect to see more.
It's all very scientific, of course.
For those of you who weren't here back then, I, with a group of Very Dedicated Broads, did some investigative research on Clay's hair.
Links for the people who want 'em:
Before the Iron: The Pursuit of Roots and BTI: The Pursuit of Roots 2, Electric Boogaloo
You can expect the same level of professionalism in this new project. I hope you enjoy it. Of course, as new pictures come to light, I keep needing to adjust myself...um, I mean, adjust my statistics. Please, for the sake of...ahem...hard science, continue to provide me with evidence. I need it. Bad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And now, for something completely different:
I had a dream. As with all my dreams, there was a million things going on, and I'm not going to get into all of that, because there's only one thing I want to remember.
Cella and I were in some sort of shop in the lobby of a big hotel. Maybe almost like a Vegas-type hotel. Lots of shopping and other stuff, like a fancy mall. Anyway, we're just standing and staring at this poster on a wall.
They could actually make this, I think. At least something like it. With today's technology, it's totally possible. I know some engineers, and I'm totally gonna get 'em on it.
It was a standard poster size (that 2 by 3 foot size), and hanging horizontally. It was black and white. And it was *moving*. It was a carefully timed and filmed continuous loop. And it was mesmerizing. And not only because it was Clay.
He was young, looking like he did in the early AI finals. (kinda the Somewhere Out There period) He was thin and pretty and fresh-faced and sweet. And he was in bed with a woman.
They're both wearing jammies. Hers are striped, like thin, almost seersucker-ish pinstripes. His are solid. She's lying on her back, and there are no covers that I can see, unless they're way down at the end of the frame. She's gorgeous, with shoulder-length dark hair. (she reminded me of Holly...and yeah I know a lot of you don't know who that is, but trust me on this)
He's lying on the other side of her, sorta facing us, up on his elbow. He's caressing and kissing her stomach. His hand sometimes moves her pajama top up a little, and you can see it's not necessarily buttoned all the way down. When he looks up at her face, he has this expression of "oh my god, I can't believe I love her so much".
To die for. Screw jealousy...I want to see this every day. I want it hanging on the wall in my house. I want a miniature version of it for work. I want to see him look like this every day, even if it's not pointing in my direction. I love seeing him this happy.
Waaaah. And guuuuuh. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And before I run...Julie News.
I'm taking a week off of work. The department I was working for since late summer is done with me, and I'm about to head back to my regular job of being a slave to the Form 1040. But first, I'm getting the heck out of Dodge for a week.
While I'm at home, I'm gonna do my damndest to get back into the game here, get caught up with My Broads, and get to finishing what is turning into an epic fanfic. "Epic" in the sense that it's damn long...not in the "it's very dramatic and moving" sense, because I don't believe in telling people how they're supposed to react to my work. (ahem...sorry Clay, it had to be said)
I also have a lot to get off my chest. Hell, I have a lot of chest to get stuff off of, too...but I've been keeping stuff buttled up for a while, so watch out. Contents under pressure. ;o)
It won't be too skeery, I promise. Unless you're a giant p-word.
from Julie -- are you strong enough to be my broads
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5:43 pm - Saturday,January 7, 2006
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