iambatmannow-blog
Stay Gold, Pony Boy
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Filmmaker. Film major. Study group member. Best friend. Roommate. Pillow Fort King. Cougar Town extra. Just trying to get the full college experience.
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iambatmannow-blog · 12 years ago
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The Dean offered me a job at the library. Three hours a day in exchange for gift certificates for the cafeteria. Troy said I should take it because I'll be literally paid in tacos. 
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iambatmannow-blog · 12 years ago
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TO THE TIME BOOTH! 
Advanced Gender Studies
Okay guys, we should probably go ahead and study, right?
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A variation on the old dictionary joke. Classic Winger. 
Advanced Gender Studies
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The possibility of parallel universes suggests the danger of time paradoxes the likes of which could destroy the world as we know it. It's been a reoccurring cautious tale throughout 50 years of Inspector Spacetime.  
Advanced Gender Studies
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Studying can wait until some other time... or should I say space. Somethings shifted. There's a good chance we're dealing in parallel universes. 
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Advanced Gender Studies
Okay guys, we should probably go ahead and study, right?
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iambatmannow-blog · 12 years ago
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It was in your psychology book. I read them all when Troy bet me Friday night's movie choice that fear of oddly colored cats was a real phobia. 
You're upset that the one man you thought wouldn't fall into a traditional life, and who you saw as a free spirit like yourself, is doing exactly what you thought he wouldn't. You're beginning to examine your life choices. Like in every sitcom involving attractive people in their 20s and 30s, when a single character begins to doubt herself and her choices when an immature ex-boyfriend gets married. 
I'm Alive! And also very very pregnant.
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iambatmannow-blog · 12 years ago
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Britta's therapizing me. She's been using terms like subtext and consensual validation. She's gone into overdrive since Jeff returned.
I think you'd call it a coping mechanism, Britta. 
I'm Alive! And also very very pregnant.
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I'm Alive! And also very very pregnant.
I’ve 97 percent certain that was the line you used on an elf maiden during our Fat Neil centric adventure. Annie was much more persuasive. 
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I'm Alive! And also very very pregnant.
Hey everyone! I’m so, so sorry about the ridiculous amount of inactivity the past few months. Things have been crazy for me, being pregnant and planning my move here to Greendale and finalizing things at work for my maternity leave.
So yeah! I am now in Greendale with Jeff, and we’re just finishing up the nursery. Lukas is due in just barely am month, can you believe it? I sure can’t, though I’m excited to finally meet him.
Anyway, I need to get back to settling in, Jeff and I still have a lot of baby-proofing to do around his apartment before Lukas gets here. Talk to you all soon!
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iambatmannow-blog · 12 years ago
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Abed
You find a piece of notebook paper taped on the wall of your mini-dreamatorium. Written on it is a haphazardly written note in handwriting that you recognize to be…your very own.
The end is nigh for you and your lame study group. Greendale. Thursday @ 8.
Taped onto the note is a small purple pawn. You can’t help but think that this is the way that horror movies start. Well, not all of them. Actually, a strikingly small percentage. It’s hardly relevant. However, if you’re going to be trapped in some B-list horror flick with your evil counterpart, you’d better come prepared.
Thoughts of a parallel universe themed board game was enough to occupy Abed’s mind throughout his walk to Greendale. He felt very middle school doing so. Though he’d never walked to school in the dark before. It added to the ominous atmosphere, as well as provided as his only mode of transportation given that Troy had taken the car. In hindsight, he should have put more thought into the conflict in means of arrival than what pen to use. (He’d settled on the official Greendale pen. It read, “GREENDALE COMMUNITY “COLLEGE”*” on one side and, “*experience” on the other in a considerably smaller font. The pens had been “raffled off” to the Dean’s favorite students in a mid-lunch ceremony.)
By the time he’d reached his destination, Abed had decisively switched his focus on writing a board game centric horror movie. Sure it had been done before, but the young filmmaker was certain he could do better than The Black Waters of Echo’s Pond and similar Razzie fodder.  
Abed entered the school through a side door, careful not to attract the attention of any of his fellow study group members that may have already arrived. Any early interference would mess with his master plan. He felt rather sinister thinking that. “Master plan.” He rubbed his hands together evilly for dramatic effect.
It was a short walk from Abed’s chosen entrance to the Communications Center;  a wing of the building that for whatever reason housed the Intro to Statistics classroom. (A class that added drama given Jeff’s involvement with the teacher, and a classroom that was used for the much more popular class, Baby Talk, on Thursdays and Saturdays.)
He hadn’t gotten a chance to shut the door of classroom before he heard loud “thump” noise in the distance. Abed could only assume Jeff had found the surprise he’d laid out for him. 
Homicide Analysis 101
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I've 97 percent certain that was the line you used on an elf maiden during our Fat Neil centric adventure. Annie was much more persuasive. 
I'm Alive! And also very very pregnant.
Hey everyone! I’m so, so sorry about the ridiculous amount of inactivity the past few months. Things have been crazy for me, being pregnant and planning my move here to Greendale and finalizing things at work for my maternity leave.
So yeah! I am now in Greendale with Jeff, and we’re just finishing up the nursery. Lukas is due in just barely am month, can you believe it? I sure can’t, though I’m excited to finally meet him.
Anyway, I need to get back to settling in, Jeff and I still have a lot of baby-proofing to do around his apartment before Lukas gets here. Talk to you all soon!
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iambatmannow-blog · 12 years ago
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With Troy and Abed in the Morning! on hiatus, Troy and I have decided to try to bring back The Community Chronicles. This is a sneak peak of our new episode:
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iambatmannow-blog · 12 years ago
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Abed nodded, but didn’t elaborate. All of his True Grit related life experiences were comparatively uninteresting. He did still hold onto a VHS copy of the original film despite the fact that he no longer possessed a videocassette recorder.
Abed sipped at his (for once not chocolate laden) milk as Jeff cursed at the television, sensing a much longer conversation than the evening had originally planned for. He set his drink down and peered at the the dreaded “we’re having trouble playing this title right now,” error message that appeared on the screen. He knew that this was the all-important and all too difficult small talk time he’d known would be a part of Jeff’s homecoming.
“You made Annie cry,” Abed mentioned, simply and abruptly. He knew it didn’t exactly constitute small talk, but it was an event that seemed worth putting at the forefront. He made the statement almost matter-of-factly with no judgment in his tone and confusion in his eyes. 
Entrance into Friendships, Revisited
Becoming close with the study group was hard the first time. After Ann became pregnant, Jeff was divided more from his friends, setting back a season’s (said season being spring) worth of steps forward. It hurt, knowing how far he’d go for something he loved without knowing, and someone he fell in love with, still having his group of friends he loved. 
Now that Jeff was back, the only one who still liked him was Britta and no one really would trust her, knowing their past. Well, that, and she’s Britta, for God’s sake. Her name is synonymous with “screw up” and “misspelled water filter”. The most impartial one, from Jeff’s careful reasoning, was Abed. He was the best bet in having someone to say is okay again. Jeff was still working his way up to Annie; she was the boss level. 
With that, Abed was invited over for the evening. The incentive was an independent film viewing, with the fancy (read: extra fattening) butter and noodles Jeff brought from the Sweetums factory. Abed accepted, sounding gracious with his “Sure” over the phone. The manic knocking fro the door was an indicator as well. Upon opening was the lanky man with big brown eyes he first met at Greendale. Nothing could’ve been better than seeing him. 
“Hey, Abed,” Jeff opened the door wider to let him in, “How have you been?”
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Abed instinctively took the left side of the couch, used to the sagging seating of his own apartment. In contrast to Apartment 303, Jeff’s place was Annie-approved neat with meticulous, however sparse, décor. The apartment, or the living room at least, had changed little since Abed had been there.
Seeing little of interest in Jeff’s DVD collection, the filmmaker switched on the Wii and accessed Netflix. He thought amusedly of Annie’s method of recognizing people over 30 and mentally added a  lack of current gaming systems. After a quick look through his friend’s queue (it appeared Jeff had been on a Quantum Leap kick), Abed decided on the 2010 version of True Grit. It seemed like it would be Jeff’s kind of Western, and he had liked the original.
“Milk,” Abed called back immediately. He linked drinks to his favorite meals, choosing carefully as if it were a fine wine. He’d never cared for fine wine. They all seemed to have subtle flavors like “smokey”  or “nutty” which made no sense to add to grapes. 
Entrance into Friendships, Revisited
Becoming close with the study group was hard the first time. After Ann became pregnant, Jeff was divided more from his friends, setting back a season’s (said season being spring) worth of steps forward. It hurt, knowing how far he’d go for something he loved without knowing, and someone he fell in love with, still having his group of friends he loved. 
Now that Jeff was back, the only one who still liked him was Britta and no one really would trust her, knowing their past. Well, that, and she’s Britta, for God’s sake. Her name is synonymous with “screw up” and “misspelled water filter”. The most impartial one, from Jeff’s careful reasoning, was Abed. He was the best bet in having someone to say is okay again. Jeff was still working his way up to Annie; she was the boss level. 
With that, Abed was invited over for the evening. The incentive was an independent film viewing, with the fancy (read: extra fattening) butter and noodles Jeff brought from the Sweetums factory. Abed accepted, sounding gracious with his “Sure” over the phone. The manic knocking fro the door was an indicator as well. Upon opening was the lanky man with big brown eyes he first met at Greendale. Nothing could’ve been better than seeing him. 
“Hey, Abed,” Jeff opened the door wider to let him in, “How have you been?”
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There'd been no big homecoming, no late night at Red Street (as the group had begun to refer to the bar with the much disputed name) when Jeff had arrived back in Greendale. Only Britta had been there to pick him up from the airport after his ridiculously early flight. It wasn't so much that the study group had gotten used to functioning without Jeff, but that they'd seen his leaving as a bigger fault than it was. 
Jeff was what held the group together; like their study room table when school wasn't in session. At least unconsciously, they'd all expected their problems to disappear upon Jeff's arrival. This wasn't to say that Jeff's departure wasn't a major cause of tension between them. Abed had drawn up several charts and diagrams, but found there were too many variables to be sure of anything.  
Regardless of the uncertainties, the idea that Jeff would attempt to make amends to the group individually seemed both logical and likely to Abed. Jeff inviting him over sans Troy solidified this hypothesis. 
Abed accepted the invitation without hesitation. He'd arrived punctual and amiable as ever, greeted by a rather relieved looking Jeff. 
"Good," Abed replied, smiling back. "Good good good." He handed over the heavy Tupperware container that had almost spilled several times on the car ride over. "Shirley started up potluck dinners again while you were gone. She wanted me to bring you this." 
Entrance into Friendships, Revisited
Becoming close with the study group was hard the first time. After Ann became pregnant, Jeff was divided more from his friends, setting back a season’s (said season being spring) worth of steps forward. It hurt, knowing how far he’d go for something he loved without knowing, and someone he fell in love with, still having his group of friends he loved. 
Now that Jeff was back, the only one who still liked him was Britta and no one really would trust her, knowing their past. Well, that, and she’s Britta, for God’s sake. Her name is synonymous with “screw up” and “misspelled water filter”. The most impartial one, from Jeff’s careful reasoning, was Abed. He was the best bet in having someone to say is okay again. Jeff was still working his way up to Annie; she was the boss level. 
With that, Abed was invited over for the evening. The incentive was an independent film viewing, with the fancy (read: extra fattening) butter and noodles Jeff brought from the Sweetums factory. Abed accepted, sounding gracious with his “Sure” over the phone. The manic knocking fro the door was an indicator as well. Upon opening was the lanky man with big brown eyes he first met at Greendale. Nothing could’ve been better than seeing him. 
“Hey, Abed,” Jeff opened the door wider to let him in, “How have you been?”
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iambatmannow-blog · 12 years ago
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Send me a word and I will write a drabble with our characters:
Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips. Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on. Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge. Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone. Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you. Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing. Autolatry - The worship of one’s self. Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage. Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling. Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy. Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain. Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue. Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss. Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder. Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures. Agelast - A person who never laughs. Wanweird - An unhappy fate. Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell. Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground. Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did. Malapert - Clever in manners of speech. Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm. Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot. Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.
 Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed. Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where. Baisemain - A kiss on the hand. Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside. Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.
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OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS!! XD And I think maybe Chang should be "victim" who they think is dead. But really he's just Chang and probably inhaled something noxious or something?
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Again, probably not an actual murder, but they don’t know that! (Britta Britta’d the pulse?) This causes for SERIOUS measures. Screw the police. They have to get to the bottom of this
He would though. This isn’t a kiddie game anymore. This is serious business, and he cares about the safety of his friends!
AWWWW YISSSS.
Again, probably something the “victim” inflicted on themselves accidentally. But people brought things that could be used as weapons with them, so… IT COULD BE ANYONE. ~MYSTERIES~
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And then things are finally fine!? I want to think that maybe Abed set everything up (he knows everyone THAT well,) to restore the group’s normal balance. (I think it would go well with the Abed/Jeff thread you guys had mentioned where Jeff tries to get back in the group? Maybe this is how Abed helps (without Jeff realizing?)
I DON’T KNOW BUT NOW I MUST GO. THIS WILL PROBABLY MAKE NO SENSE TO ME ANYONE ONCE I GET HOME SORRY SORRY SORRY.
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