RE: Week 3, daily task 2

Wow putting a pg restriction on Rachel's dream date with Kevin Spacey is like clipping an angels wings.

 

My date is going to be with wstraka5. Maybe I'll wear that little French Maid outfit. Oh-la-la.

 

John, you are a saucy wench.

 

Kate, you beat me to the thought! I have to go to a softball game, but I'll dream it up and post it later tonight. This is just asking for it, cb

 

I think most female celebs and fictional characters would reject any chance to go out on a date with me.

 

Dream date? Yeah, I?ve got a few I?d like to see. I?ll spare you the ones I have about Shaun Cassidy, Speed Racer, Han Solo and a few others and focus for today on a character that I?ve had a crush on for lo these past 24 years.

Once upon a time there was a decade called the 70?s. In this long past place there were many television shows that captured the imagination of its audience, but one show, however, has stuck with me for some 24 years.

Battle of the Planets was the first real Japanese animated show to come to the US and when I saw it I was captivated. Most particularly by the hero of our show, Mark. The handsome, do-good-yet-with-a-tinge-of-mystery leader of the group.

[image=http://gatchaman.cool.ne.jp/top-img/top_ken2.jpg]



So?on to the dream date.

First of all, you must understand that a dream date with Mark has to have a spectacular beginning. So, I wait patiently, freshly coiffed with feathered hair and wearing my brand new bell bottoms, for Mark to pick me up in his private plane.

[image=http://www.culttelly.co.uk/images/mark_web.jpg]

He arrives looking devilishly handsome in his feathered hair and bell bottoms.

[image=http://www.anime-cel.com/gatchamaniac/pictures/Ken_is_number_one.jpg]

We take the plane and fly off to a small restaurant on the cliff of the ocean. It has a spectacular view and I look radiant in the glow of the setting sun. (What can I say, my skin reflects light well).

As we sit enjoying our wine, I get the feeling that someone is watching us. I look at Mark?s face and realize that someone is behind me. Turning around, I realize that Princess, Mark?s ex-girlfriend has followed us to the restaurant.

[image=http://www.chronicsite.com/gatchaman/images/juncivvies.gif]

?Can I help you?? I ask.

?Yeah. You can start by backin? off my man beyotch!? She replies most rudely.

I get up from my chair and face her with my hands on my hips. ?Oh no you din?t!?

With one swift and decisive move, my fist connects with her face, my foot with her stomach and she is unconscious. Picking her up, I carry her outside the restaurant and deposit her in a cab.

?Here?s one hundred bucks, buddy. Take her as far away as that?ll get you.?

I slam the door and the cab speeds off.

Sitting back down at the table, I can tell from the look on Mark?s face that he is very?excited by my display of catlike skill and grace.

?Um?that was cool.? He says.

?Yeah. I know.? I reply.

After dinner, we take a stroll on the beach. The moon is high in the sky and, again, I look amazing. Stopping, Mark turns toward me and takes me by the shoulders. My heart beats faster knowing that soon, my bodice will be heaving and my hands coiled around his feathered hair.

As Mark leans in toward me?.a gang of Spectra agents attack!

[image=http://www.totalimagespecialists.com/Gatchaman/Characters/uhoh.jpg]


Mark and I leap into action!

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In a few minutes the evildoers are vanquished and Mark and I again look deeply into each others eyes. Placing his hands on either side of my face, he leans toward me and?

I wake up.

Seriously. That?s as far as I?ve gotten. It is a dream date after all.

*sigh*

 

Ok, here's my attempt at this task. I realized that I have problems being humorous at least on purpose, so I borrowed someone else's humor

Dana Carvey (please ignore the age difference and the fact that he's married)

[image=http://www.pojo.com/dragonball/carvey.jpg]

Maybe I'm just wierd, but I adore Dana Carvey.
Sure, he's a bit quirky at times:

[image=http://www.angelfire.com/celeb/edfury/churchlady/churchlady02.jpg]

but, I think it's kind of cute!

Our date would commence with dinner at Pistachio's fine Italian restaurant in Italy. Everything is going well - er, as well as a conversation with Dana Carvey could possibly go - when suddenly he looks slightly queasy and says:

I think I'm gonna hurl!

Obviously I was distraught, and we left immediately. Obviously this is not quite ideal for a date, but it became ideal when Dana informs me that he was merely joking and just wished to leave the restaurant while making a scene.

He then suggests that we go to a favourite hangout of his. And so we go. He's doing his cute little impressions in the carride there:

Bush!
Church Lady
Grumpy Old Man

So throughout all this, I'm just enjoying myself laughing at dear Dana Carvey.

Then we end up at his "favourite hangout" which you might have guessed -

[image=http://www.chucksconnection.com/waynesworld/wayne3.jpg]

 

This really isn't a date, but I call it a good time anyway. Nor is the person depicted fictional nor famous. Hell, I don't even know if I can call her a person. All I can say is that I really don't have anyone in mind who I want to have a date with so this'll have to do.

My date starts out at 8 AM. I just got up a few minutes ago, and I rush out of the house and run out back. There I greet Daisy, sleeping on a small wooden crate inside her doggie kennel.

I give her some Dog Chow and some fresh water for the day. She starts to chow down when I grab the leash and attach it to her collar. She starts to get excited, and darts all around in anticipation of our wal...., errrrr, date.

[image=http://www.strike9.com/file.aspx?path=/maddog31/fullsize/daisy.jpg]

We're ready to take off. Daisy thinks she's on the trail (she loooooves hunting rabbits, silly thing) so she runs off, forcing me to keep up with her. Bonehead.

After a few minutes of barking, baying, and yelping, I give up, and try to let Daisy know that the rabbit's long gone. So, we start our walk. We leave the neighborhood and enjoy the brisk morning air. Daisy deviates from the path every now and then, pausing to sniff something that she must think is important.

We walk through several neighborhoods and about 30 minutes later, we arrive home. Daisy goes to her water and I was about to head inside, when Daisy whines. I think she wants to go again, crazy thing.

[image=http://www.strike9.com/file.aspx?path=/maddog31/fullsize/daisy1.jpg]

 

My date with a celebrity:

Me: Excuse me, Ms. Campbell? Ms. Neve Campbell?

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Neve: Yes?

Me: Well, I'm a big fan of your work. I really liked you in that one movie. You know, the one with the guy and that other person?

Neve: Yes.

Me: Well, I was wondering, would you wanna, maybe go get some dinner or something? Do you like Nachos?

Neve: No, and no. She then walks off

Ahhh, good times. Best date ever.

 

My Dream Date with a Celebrity

As I waited in the lobby of the restaurant, I found myself fiddling nervously with my bow-tie. I felt rather awkward dressed in a dinner jacket, but when going out on a date as someone as wonderful, as beautiful, and as stunning as that, you just have to make the effort. I took a quick glance at my watch. I'm early. I have a few minutes to spare. Trying to find something to take my mind of my nerves, I glanced over at the menu, but just couldn't concentrate. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that my date had arrived. I took in a deep breath, straightened my bow-tie again, and turned around, and was immedately in awe. Captain Tarpals had arrived.

[image=http://www.starwars.com/databank/character/captaintarpals/img/movie_sm.jpg]

"My sorree mesa issen late," Tarpals said, his wonderful voice lighting up my soul.

"It's alright, Captain, you're just on time," I replied, trying hard not to stutter.

"Good evening, sir. May I take your electro-pole?" asked the waiter attentively.

"Yessen. And yousa be makin sure mesa kadue is okieday," Tarpals instructed.

"Very good, sir," the waiter said, departing.

Tarpals turned to look at me, his beautiful grey eyes sparkling in the light.

"Wesa be goin in?" he asked, indicated to the restaurant.

"Yes," I said, swallowing nervously. And with that, Tarpals took my hand, and led me into the restaurant. And after that? Well, you shall just have to use your imaginations!

And that was my dream date with Tarpals.

 

Well, consider first the fact that I am a sappy, hopeless romantic.

Ok, well let's first of all consider that Kevin is, oh say, this age again:

[image=http://spaceygallery.com/images/Young%20Kevin/youngkevbadhair.jpg]

In that case, we'd probably end up at some frat party which would not be at all romantic. Scratch that.

Let's pretend Kevin's this age:

[image=http://spaceygallery.com/images/Young%20Kevin/Youngkevfencing.jpg]

Much better (nice hair *snickers*). Now then, this is when Kevin was at Julliard, so first off I'd like a lovely tour of the campus. And though I'm tempted to ask for a fencing lesson, I don't think Kevin's the best person to give one since he has a big scar on his face from fencing:

exhibit c
(his right side... ouch)

So instead, I would like a walk through Central park first, to play with his dog Lecagy, because I love dogs, and so does Kev:

[image=http://spaceygallery.com/images/Media%20Portraits/1991_with_Legacy.jpg]

Now, for the romantic part I would love nothing more than to snuggle (yes, that's right, I'm a very snuggly person) up on his couch in his then very small appartment, pop some popcorn, turn down the lights (wink, nudge) and watch a movie. It would have to be some late 80s romance like When Harry Met Sally. And after that... well, I will (since I'm obliged to by certain restrictions) spare you the rest

 

I wouldn't call this my "dream date with a celebrity", but it would make for an interesting time. Plus, I'm sure you all wouldn't want to hear about me on a date with my "hottie of the moment", Ryan Seacrest. So here's someone else for your entertainment.

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Today I'm going to be hanging out with Christopher Lowell!

[image=http://www.southernshows.com/sws/swsphotos/lowell,chris.jpg]

Whew, is it getting hot in here, or is it just me? Anywho, my day would start around noon, when I arrive at the studio where he tapes his television show. I walk into the set that is made to look like a living room.

"Well HELLOOOO!!!", greets Christopher as I approach him.

"Ohmigosh hi!", I squeal. "It's so wonderful to be here!" :D

"Isn't it though? Are you ready for a fun-filled day of Arts & Crafts?", Christopher said, barely able to contain his excitement.

I nodded, so he led me to the back of the room. "Alright, today we're going to learn how to make our own curtains!"

[audience]Ooohhhh, Ahhhhhh[/audience]

"This is what I like to call my 'Little Box of Wonders'", and Chris pulled out a dainty, flowerdy painted box. He opened it up to reveal something very magical indeed. There were scissors, needles, threads, and pins galore! :O It was truly mesmerizing.

"Are we going to make curtains just with these things?" I asked.

"Well of course not, silly! You have to have fabric!" And with that, Christopher reached under the counter and unveiled rainbow colored material. "Isn't it beatiful?" he sighed. [face_love]

I tried my hardest to repress my most disgusted face. "Uh, yeah. Wonderful." So far, my day was not going as planned. Where are are the jewel covered boxes he promised to make? [face_angry]

"Alright, here we go! We have all of our materials, so we're ready to make our curtains. Now, watch closely, young one." And with that, he was off. Cutting the fabric, running thread through the top, and a few stitches and snips later, he was through. "Ta da!!!!", he exclaimed.

[image=http://www.nationofodd.com/images/features/ninja_infest/lowell.jpg]

*Crickets chirp*

"Well, um...they're lovely", I stammered.

Christopher sighed. "Oh, I know. Bob is going to love them! They'll go so well with the comforter I made him last week!" [face_love]

It was right then that I glanced down at my watch. "Hey Chris, aren't we supposed to go out to the premiere of Trading Spaces: The Movie?"

:O "Ohmygosh, I almost forgot! Let me go get changed, and I'll back in a flash!"

*An hour later*

"Here we are! Isn't this exciting! We're about to get out of the limo and walk down the red carpet! Ooooohhh", Christopher said.

I glanced his way. "Yeah, thrilling. You can calm down a bit though." :p

Then the limo arrived, and a man opened the door. I stepped out with Christopher and we made our way down the star studded walkway. Didn't Christopher look beautiful?

[image=http://www.tvtome.com/images/people/152/9/59-8977-sm.jpg]

We got in the theater and found our seats. The premier of the Trading Spaces movie! I was so excited! But not nearly as much as Christopher. Before the movie started, I excused myself to use the ladies room. On my way there, I ran into the most beautiful man on earth. [face_love]

[image=http://www.totalwoman.com/images/content/home/ty_pennington.jpg]

Ty, the HOT carpenter from the show!

"Oh my, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run into you," I said. [face_blush]

"Oh, it's quite alright. Wow, you look very nice tonight. May I ask your name?", Ty said.

"Kasey! My name is Kasey," I told him.

"Hey Kasey, what do you say we ditch this party and go out for some dinner?" ;)

"I say that sounds like a great idea!"

And with that, he ditched his date and I ditched Christopher as Ty took me out for a nice dinner. But that's another story for another time. :D


EDIT: And please excuse the 5 minute tardiness. Silly customers, interrupting my story time! [face_angry]

 

w00t!




~ James

 

And now, for something nonsensicle and inane...

My date with Trillian (from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)!



[image=http://www.com-www.com/hhgttg/pix/pic-0051.jpg] + [image=http://carosel.kimoptera.com/photos/Me.jpg] = ?

We'll shortly find out.

2 years before the events that take place in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (well, to be technical, 9 years afterwards, although due to the time travelling and the eventual misconstrued flow of anything that makes sense, Trillian is back on Earth for a short period of time to whitness how exactly she met Zaphod Beeblebrox. Unfortunately, for what purpose, she doesn't exactly know save for the fact that the last thing she can remember was infact nothing more than Arthur Dent spitting up tea all over Ford Prefect), Trillian met a young lad named James. James didn't feel much like talking and this really intrigued and annoyed Trillian at the same time. Eventually, after moments of silence, she grabbed him by his shirt collar and drug him to a party. A party inwhich many fateful things would be redecided over and over and over and over... Err.. whoops. I let the record skip.

At the party, James sat in a corner and hummed Juliana Theory songs to himself. This continued to bother Trillian; she wanted to delve deep inside of his mind.. and yet nothing exactly was working. With a mischivous idea, she slowly reached into her pocket and felt around for a...

Babel Fish!

[image=http://www.com-www.com/hhgttg/pix/pic-0052.jpg]

Now, generally babel fish happen to be a lot smaller than the one that Trillian was carrying with her. But see, she fed it constantly. So it grew. And grew. And grew.

With a spark of mischief!, Trillian drug James upstairs to room 219. James, in confused and utter shock, was now panicking and trying to free his grasp from Trillian's arms... and it wasn't working. Dear God, what have I gotten myself into!? he pondered. And then he pondered it out loud. Trillian stopped and tossed him onto a bed. The only bed in room 219. It was calm, quiet, and lonely. Infact, it was in quite a depressed state until James landed on it when it's need to keep someone on it was met.

Trillian leaped on top of James. He looked curious and confused and just closed his eyes and buried half of his face (the other half was stuck looking at Trillian due to the odd angle that he was at with her atop of him) into a sullen, white pillow. She slide the babel fish into his left ear and it started to pull inward on his ear and try to pull itself deep down inside of him. James screamed in terror as the fish was pulled inside of him... only, it wasn't. Trillian kept grasp of it's tail and pulled it out slightly as it was trying to pull itself in his ear. So, James' ear was infact being home to a game of sorts.. a game that Trillian was quite getting a good laugh out of. She giggled like a little schoolgirl until...

He opened the door.
With one look at this man (if he could even be called a man after the modification that altered his appearance), James screamed in terror. Trillian looked shocked and leaped abound.

[image=http://www.com-www.com/hhgttg/pix/pic-0053.jpg]

Zaphod Beeblebrox!
James didn't like any of this. Infact, with his first chance to escape, he jumped from the second story window.. The only damage done was stubbing his toe.

And nothing else can be recalled from his mind. Because of the fall, most presumably. But, maybe when he wakes up from the headache filled dream will we know. Or will we? Infact, the memory could be just a dream that is as far fetched as going across the galaxy, restaurants stuck in time at the end of the universe, planet destroying fleets... And the like.

Ah well.

As for Trillian and Zaphod? Well, let's just say that they had a "talk"...

...about mashmellows.

 

Kas, I am so jealous of your date with Christopher Lowell and Ty. I love those decorating shows! Alas, I'll be back soon with something slightly different.

Jae Angel

 

I love Trading Spaces. There's a whole marathon of it on Memorial Day, isn't there?

And I *heart* Ty.

Can't wait to see what you have in store for us, Jess.

 

Yeah, I can't get enough of it. I love watching Vern and Laurie and Frank do their thing, and I also cringe whenever Hildi or Kia are set loose on a room. Eek!

I know this is probably a little late for this dream date, but I figured it would definitely help people get to know my personality.

My Dream Date

Being female, it was obvious that a search for the perfect date amongst my favorite cartoon men would yield only one choice: The Sexy, Seductive, Velour-Clad Zapp Brannigan!

[image=http://www.tvcentral.com.ar/futurama/personajes/zapp.jpg]

As I docked with his ship, I was greeted by his first officer, Kiff. Kiff rolled his eyes but dutifully led the way to the captain?s chambers.

?The moron wants to meet you now,? He told me with a weary sigh.

[image=http://futurama.metropoli2000.com/pers/kiff.jpg]

A door whooshed open at the end of the hall, causing Kiff to cover his eyes and groan. There he stood, all suave and half-naked in his velour tunic and high boots. It appeared that a pair of pants was not on his agenda for the evening.

[image=http://www.prosieben.de/imperia/md/images/_serien/futurama/36_211x135.gif]

?Why hello there,? He purred, flashing his signature smile. ?Glad to see you found your way into my chambers. There is plenty of The Zapper to go around for such a lucky lady!?

Kiff was looking greener than usual, and politely excused himself to go vomit. That left Zapp and me alone in the room, and I could tell he was starting to get some ideas. I?m not sure, but I think it had something to do with him gesturing to an outfit that looked an awful lot like this:

[image=http://www.angelfire.com/ri/crazycrapathon/images/vanessa.jpg]

?Yeah, I?ve got a better idea,? I told him, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him down the hall to my passenger cruiser. ?I know this nice restaurant where we?ll have a good time.?

?I love a domineering woman. It reeks of power, and power is sexy,? He said with that cheesy grin.

?What am I getting myself into?? I wondered silently.

**Later, at Elzar?s Restaurant**

The date was going horribly. Zapp started crying like a schoolgirl when I?d ordered some chicken fa-jy-tas after he ordered a bottle of champagne for the two of us. I expected the other patrons to be annoyed with the noise, but all I saw was amusement.


[image=http://futurama.metropoli2000.com/pers/Elzar.jpg]

?That?s some funny stuff,? Elzar told me as he brought our dinners. ?Now, how about some essence from my spice weasel? BAM!?

Overall, the food was terrific, even if my date was a dud. Next time I think I?ll bring Strong Bad instead.

[image=http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:M2yEyCqLTI0C:www.rudeindc.com/images/homestar/strongbad.gif]

Or maybe some POSSUMS. . .

[image=http://www.mostlywildlife.com/possums.jpg]



Jae Angel

 

Strong bad! w00t!


~ James

 

YOU USED A SMILEY, JAMES!

Minus 10 points for you!

 

Kick it up another notch, Elzar!

 

I don't get it.

 

Sorry, I was posting "out of the box".

Elzar:

[image=http://futurama.metropoliglobal.com/pers/Elzar.jpg]

He kicks it up a notch using spice weasels. And love.

 

Ah. Are those guys from Futurama?

EDIT: To make Kate look like a Bozo.

 

Futurama.

 

You got it. Sorry if that didn't come across right. Like Zapp Branigan, who also pictured above, I suffer from a very sexy reading disorder:

Sexlexia.