dira | New default icon: still weird, but I'm practicing.

iuliamentis came over today to watch some movies and buy me meals and show off her new car, whose name is Teppo, all of which was successfully accomplished. We watched Spy Game first and, let me just say to you slashers on my flist, if you somehow haven't already heard me say this, go watch this movie. Not because I wrote fic for it, but because you'll want to write fic for it too. Or you may not even feel the need to write fic before it, because OMG THEIRLOVEISSOTHEWHOLEPLOT. We spent much of the movie alternating between "rrrowr" and "awww!" noises for Brad Pitt, augmented by periodic "rrrrowr" and "j00 r0x0r!" noises for Robert Redford, and periodic outbursts of "I want an icon of that! No that! No! That!"

Then we watched The Shawshank Redemption (which was my favorite movie in the world from the time I was fourteen until the day I saw Wilby Wonderful, which, incidentally, is now available for preorder from amazon.ca, and while the exchange rate isn't as favorable as it's historically been for those of us south of the border, it's worth every penny, American or Canadian) and discovered that, yep, I still know pretty much all of the dialogue verbatim, so we felt free to spend pretty much the whole movie saying "Icon. Icon!" And then Iulia called "Mood icon!" on something or other, and we spent the rest of the movie constructing a mood theme. Elmo Blatch: deranged! Tommy: resolved! And then we got to that one scene in the warden's office, and both pointed to the screen and yelled "Obtuse!" and cracked up.

For, lo, we are dorks.

In other news of me being a dork: website stats. OMG website stats. How incredibly entertaining are they? Apart from what would appear to be incontrovertible evidence that people read my stories, I get stuff like search query terms! And because I'm a dork, often when I get the search query terms, I go and plug them into the relevant search engine and try to work out how bored/desperate the person had to be to find my site by searching for that.

So today, I noticed quebecois slang in the search terms, and thought, Huh. Well, I did use that phrase in apologizing for Code-Switching, so I guess... So I plugged quebecois slang into Google and, uh.

The translation notes for Code-Switching are the first result. Above, y'know, french.about.com, or the Alternative Quebecois Dictionary, or the Wikipedia Quebec French page that I consult on a regular basis. I feel like I should apologize to the internet.