Vocabulary fun!

UK: That's a tank top.

US: No, that's a sweater vest. That's a tank top.

UK: No, that's a vest.

US: No, that's a vest.

UK: No, that's a waistcoat.

OZ: Guys, that first one is a singlet.

US & UK: No way, we've heard your national anthem. What you're speaking is English only on a technicality.

AL: No, no, no, that first one is a wife-beater.

UK: What the--?

US: Dammit, Alabama!

[Dream] Must learn to better time my fan binging...

While waiting for feedback on tasks very last night/very early this morning, I tried to catch up with cleolinda's Hannibal recaps, because:

- Hannibal is incredible. Seriously, why are you not watching it?

- Cleolinda's TV/movie recaps are the stuff of Internet legend.

- My schedule is all screwy, and if mushroom people and meat wings won't keep me awake, nothing will.*

As it turns out, mushroom people and meat wings were no match for my wonky schedule, and I dozed off into jewel-toned serial killer dreams oozing with homoeroticism. All things in fandom ooze with homoeroticism. It's damn near fandom's Prime Directive. Plus, cannibal or not, booty-watching and lip-licking and Will Graham-sniffing is going to play a little ooh baby, even without the whole Abigail has two daddies subplot.

In any case, I remember the colors, I remember the ambiance, I remember waking up long enough to slam my hand down on the TV's 'mute' button during some terribly loud commercial. What I don't remember? The dreams.

Not fair, brain. Not fair.

The telephone finally woke me up, and I opened my eyes to Julianne Moore on Rachael Ray, because sometimes, life is just damned funny.

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* Except maybe Slenderman, but that's a contingency best saved for when I never, ever want to sleep again.