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Schools (Other):
The Overlake School, U.S.C.
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Occupation:
Belle of the Ball
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Affiliations:
Anti-Corn Law League, Boxer Rebellion, Teapot Dome
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Hobbies and Interests:
Actually find me on myspace --- http://www.myspace.com/evafay
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Favorite Books:
The Preacher, Ghost World, Sock Monkey, Middlesex, Three Men in a Boat, A Canticle for Liebowitz, Snake and Bacon, Confederacy of Dunces, Cruddy, anything Raymond Chandler or Dashiell Hammet, Philip K. Dick, Everything is Illuminated, and the bottom of my page has some stuff from "Three Men in a Boat (to Say Nothing of the Dog)", this really lovely Victorian book that I've had for years. It's by Jerome K. Jerome and it is just delightful...
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Favorite Movies:
http://www.rebelyellthemovie.com -- also, Sleepaway Camp, Spirited Away, Start the Revolution Without Me, Flirting with Disaster, Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, Soylent Green is People, The Wicker Man, The Room, Hell House, Shaun of the Dead, The Producers, The Maltese Falcon, Hair, Eternal Sunshine
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Favorite Music:
Modest Mouse, Elliott Smith, Sigur Ros, Iron and Wine, Al Jolson, Jacques Dutronc, Tom Waits, Yo La Tengo, Belle and Sebastian, The Walkmen, Ennio Morricone, Elliott Smith, Sufjan Stevens, Wolf Parade, the New Pornographers, Built to Spill, The Libertines
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Favorite TV Shows:
Deadwood, Six Feet Under, Oz, Fawlty Towers, Aquateen, King of the Hill, Wondershowzen, Sifl and Olly.... Bobby Hill is my favorite character on TV.
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Zodiac Sign:
Sagittarius
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About Me:
I remember a holiday of mine being completely ruined one late autumn by our paying attention to the weather report of the local newspaper. "Heavy showers, with thunderstorms, may be expected to-day," it would say on Monday, and so we would give up our picnic, and stop indoors all day, waiting for the rain. - And people would pass the house, going off in wagonettes and coaches as jolly and merry as could be, the sun shining out, and not a cloud to be seen.
"Ah!" we said, as we stood looking out at them through the window, "won't they come home soaked!"
And we chuckled to think how wet they were going to get, and came back and stirred the fire, and got our books, and arranged our specimens of seaweed and cockle shells. By twelve o'clock, with the sun pouring into the room, the heat became quite oppressive, and we wondered when those heavy showers and occasional thunderstorms were going to begin.
"Ah! they'll come in the afternoon, you'll find," we said to each other. "Oh, WON'T those people get wet. What a lark!"
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Who I Want to Meet:
Then there are those new style of barometers, the long straight ones. I never can make head or tail of those. There is one side for 10 a.m. yesterday, and one side for 10 a.m. to-day; but you can't always get there as early as ten, you know. It rises or falls for rain and fine, with much or less wind, and one end is "Nly" and the other "Ely" (what's Ely got to do with it?), and if you tap it, it doesn't tell you anything. And you've got to correct it to sea-level, and reduce it to Fahrenheit, and even then I don't know the answer.
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Testimonials and Comments for Eva
stopping Chicago mafia kingpin Alonzo "The
Lion" Delamitri from buying a shipment of
nerve gas from a rouge ex-KGB colonel
named Fenner Andreovitch. Delamitri's
plan was to extort millions of dollars from
cities across the country with the threat of a
poison gas-fueled armageddon. I knew I
had to put a stop to his actions before
innocent civilians died, so I did what I had to
do. Long story short: Under the cover of
darkness I snuck into Fenner's compound,
taking the guards out with whisper-quiet
death-dealing slugs from my silenced
beretta. After freeing the child hostages, I
set plastic explosive charges in the drug
warehouse, set fire to the underground
ammunition depot, pressed the button on
the slim black radio detonator, and watched
the chaos unfold. As mafia goons and thick
necked ex-KGB thugs ran around putting out
fires and trying to understand how only one
man could do so much damage to their
illegal operation, I cut the wires at
Delemitri's personal villa and used lock-
picking tools to enter his house from behind.
The malicious Mafia Don was screaming
into the phone when I found him. His back
was to me, but he sensed me coming
somehow and turned before I could fire,
spraying a jet from a large soviet-made sub-
machine gun directly at my face. I dodged
behind a couch, feeling a bullet punch hard
into the muscled flesh of my left shoulder.
That arm was now useless. But if I was
lucky, I wouldn't need it. Two shoulder rolls,
a brief exchange of words, and five hollow-
tipped lead messengers of death later, I sent
Delemitri to the same place I had sent so
many of his brethren: 1234 Lake of Fire
Avenue, Circle of Murderous Drug Dealers,
Hell. This world was down one evil, evil
man. A million more to go. I reloaded the
beretta and stepped back into the night.
Twenty minutes later, I threw a frag grenade
directly into the mouth of a certain KGB
colonel bent on restoring Russia to it's
former glory. WIth that my battle was over:
the war would never end. I met Eva at a
disco a few days after the incident. It was
obvious right away that this was a person I
could finally talk to about my hopes and
dreams, someone to whom I could speak,
however briefly, about the terrible stresses
of my personal war. But the last person I got
close to is dead now: the lovely and
passionate April Rose. And when I held her
in my arms for the last time, so many years
ago, I vowed I would never again endanger
another good soul. So I told Eva to go back
to her life in Hollywood, with the beach and
the sun and the good-hearted friendships.
Eva had a chance to be part of a world I
could never know again. Now, for me, it is to
carry on. Alone.
some pals were playing along the bank in tha dirt,
when out of that fancy schmancy hotel
comes this kid. And i mean this kid is one of
those rich little weazels you only dream about
kicking in the teeth. And as we're lookin closer,
we all see it's a girl-kid, and she looks like a Jew.
So Me and da guys started squealing and yellin
for this Jew-kid to come down. so she comes
down and i says,
"Hey, Jew-kid"!
and she says, "the name's Eva".
and i says, "Hey, Jew-kid", you wanna join our
gang?"
and she says, "Yeah, Shoor".
and i says, "You godda be ineeciated".
and she says, "Oh yeah?"
and i says, "Yeah. and it'll cost ya?"
and she says, "How Much"?
and i says, "A quawtuh."
and she says, "Where am i spose to find a
quawtuh?"
and i says, " From ya muddah."
and she says, "My ma won't give me a quawtuh
fer nuthin".
and i said, "
I've seen it.
this way, when i was just a little
pup, a wolf from a neighboring pack
came to my aide. Seeing that i was
scarcely off the teat and with a
sprained paw this She-Wolf led me away
from the open prarie and into the
shelter of the deep woods. There i was
brought into her cub pack and treated
as though i were her own. The other
cubs were warm and inviting and
Mamasan (as i called her) was never
more loving that she was to me. One
day while sipping tequila and lemonade
she turned to me and asked me if my
family was from the Estados Unidos. I
mummbled a garbled "awooo!" and before
i know it i was torn limb from limb.
My adopted brethern took no hesitation
to join in and rend my skin from my
bones. I'll never forget that night.
American Dogs. Excuse me wolves. I
never found out what happened to my
own mother.
i think that says it all.
and cheese party, but eva did not let
it go to waste. she has the spirit of a
true pioneer girl. way to go
and insults people. But I feel kind of
left out because she hasn't hit ME or
called ME a bitch yet. Wht's wrong?
Huh? Am I different?
out of this.