I want to be a million things! Argh!
And I have to pick just one (or two) so it'll be easier on the budget.
Items to consider:
1. Jem
2. Rainbow Brite (not a skanky version with cheap ass leg and arm warmers)
3. Sherlock (BBC)
4. Dalish elf from DA
5. ANY character from Dance Central
Monday, August 8, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Still Alive
Though on a related note, I am not as averse to playing co-op on Portal 2 as I expected. I AM highly competitive for the praise of a non-existent electronic ragegod. So far, I have played Orange and receieved more praise/less insults than Blue, so I'll be damned if I change now. Also, I refuse to call the robots by their model/body names.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Back in the swing/saddle?
I'm getting better again about picking up my knitting. As soon as I finish these gloves, I PROMISE (you hear that, Universe?) not to let my eyes get ahead of my stomach again.
Still, not too shabby, and I got the pattern out of it, so there's always that.
Still, not too shabby, and I got the pattern out of it, so there's always that.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Stupid Wednesday
Everything snuck up on me and I was doing so well at this whole "put the words in the box-thingy" deal!
But then a coworker died Tuesday night and I was at the front desk for about 9 hours instead of 4 and things went all diagonal from there.
But then a coworker died Tuesday night and I was at the front desk for about 9 hours instead of 4 and things went all diagonal from there.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Second post in a row! I am some kind of super-demon or something!
No, not really, but hey, since no one knows about this blog except one sister and one best friend, I'll risk a funny story for your amusement.
Once upon a time, two friends went to an adult-toy store and each made a modest purchase, fully backed by the support of the other. The friend in question here got a blue thingy, with a weird but subtle bulbous tip that made it quite honestly look like a stylized and catchy-bit-free version of a chess bishop.
SO: A million years later, this thing lies unused (after a frankly disappointing and noisy first and only attempt) and unloved in a sock drawer, while the friend wishes she'd got something that didn't sound like an egg beater or a cat toy in a coffee tin. One night, it is dark and stormy and she is tidying up the laundry, which lives on the floor, because she is lazy and secretly believes in house elves (or something. It's a good a reason as any). The house is empty at night now, and it's a little fun and a little spooky, and she is placing things in the cabinets and cupboards while all three shiftless layabouts lounge in varying degrees of feline boredom when an especially emphatic shove to fit more items into the finite space of the sock drawer cause the item to engage operation RATTLE THE BONES AND SHIVER THE TIMBERS!
In the span of a second three furry animals turn into WHIRLING CHERUBS OF TEETH, FEAR, AND CLAWS while this embarrassingly enthusiastic piece of shitty plastic and shame attempts to bore through the cheap wood paneling of the drawers and into hell. Sadly, nothing further happened. I located the item, removed the [still good?] batteries and finally was glad to have proof that the damn thing was too noisy and distracting and just about as subtle as the snap of an elbow-length rubber glove at high noon in a proctologists' office. It is gone now. All is well, and I'm glad.
Once upon a time, two friends went to an adult-toy store and each made a modest purchase, fully backed by the support of the other. The friend in question here got a blue thingy, with a weird but subtle bulbous tip that made it quite honestly look like a stylized and catchy-bit-free version of a chess bishop.
SO: A million years later, this thing lies unused (after a frankly disappointing and noisy first and only attempt) and unloved in a sock drawer, while the friend wishes she'd got something that didn't sound like an egg beater or a cat toy in a coffee tin. One night, it is dark and stormy and she is tidying up the laundry, which lives on the floor, because she is lazy and secretly believes in house elves (or something. It's a good a reason as any). The house is empty at night now, and it's a little fun and a little spooky, and she is placing things in the cabinets and cupboards while all three shiftless layabouts lounge in varying degrees of feline boredom when an especially emphatic shove to fit more items into the finite space of the sock drawer cause the item to engage operation RATTLE THE BONES AND SHIVER THE TIMBERS!
In the span of a second three furry animals turn into WHIRLING CHERUBS OF TEETH, FEAR, AND CLAWS while this embarrassingly enthusiastic piece of shitty plastic and shame attempts to bore through the cheap wood paneling of the drawers and into hell. Sadly, nothing further happened. I located the item, removed the [still good?] batteries and finally was glad to have proof that the damn thing was too noisy and distracting and just about as subtle as the snap of an elbow-length rubber glove at high noon in a proctologists' office. It is gone now. All is well, and I'm glad.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Do you ever just want to flail your arms about until everything makes sense?
I want EVERYTHING these days it seems.
I want to make snazzy art, and maybe even post it on here. I want to KNIT ALL THE THINGS. I want a clean and organized house where ANYONE I like could count on a safe-haven. I want to be super badass, and be able to sweep your feet out from under you while catching a throwing star. I want to do a million flaming hula hoop tricks and join the circus. I want to be some kind of awesome consultant wherein my word and opinion is of the highest value. I want to be super fit, in case the zombies come (I'm actually working on this. At this point, I really ought to run either off a building, or into the hoard of zombies to save time and terror.). I want to be an excellent dancer, and impress everyone. I want to be stylish and have a zillion outfits that look great even though I just 'threw something together.' I want to be a teenager again so I could appreciate the connections and experiences I had and encourage young!me to fucking do ALL THE THINGS and make decent choices that will help current!me out now.
Also, while we're asking for impossible things, how about some wizardry, a million gajillion dollars, and the magical ability to explode minds with a glance while maintaining immunity from legal repercussions?
I want to make snazzy art, and maybe even post it on here. I want to KNIT ALL THE THINGS. I want a clean and organized house where ANYONE I like could count on a safe-haven. I want to be super badass, and be able to sweep your feet out from under you while catching a throwing star. I want to do a million flaming hula hoop tricks and join the circus. I want to be some kind of awesome consultant wherein my word and opinion is of the highest value. I want to be super fit, in case the zombies come (I'm actually working on this. At this point, I really ought to run either off a building, or into the hoard of zombies to save time and terror.). I want to be an excellent dancer, and impress everyone. I want to be stylish and have a zillion outfits that look great even though I just 'threw something together.' I want to be a teenager again so I could appreciate the connections and experiences I had and encourage young!me to fucking do ALL THE THINGS and make decent choices that will help current!me out now.
Also, while we're asking for impossible things, how about some wizardry, a million gajillion dollars, and the magical ability to explode minds with a glance while maintaining immunity from legal repercussions?
Friday, February 18, 2011
It's been so long
That I don't even remember what this looks like. Hopefully not terrible, though someday I'd love to actually organize things to my preference.
So I'm working, as usual, but also again. I've not lost my job, though some "restructuring" is making my asshole chafe like the dickens. (Ha! That's class! See how I didn't say "I'm really fucking irritated that these fuckers are fucking with my shit." Instead, I used "like the dickens" to fully represent my gentile nature. Also "asshole", because anus doesn't fully encompass the irritation I feel.)
I've also been working on a year long knit-along (KAL) for LSG, and am stuffing that into a monthly KAL-meets-competition in which I represent team Star trek. For one "challenge" I am knitting a nebula-inspired shawl. It's going, but not fast enough for my tastes.
So I'm working, as usual, but also again. I've not lost my job, though some "restructuring" is making my asshole chafe like the dickens. (Ha! That's class! See how I didn't say "I'm really fucking irritated that these fuckers are fucking with my shit." Instead, I used "like the dickens" to fully represent my gentile nature. Also "asshole", because anus doesn't fully encompass the irritation I feel.)
I've also been working on a year long knit-along (KAL) for LSG, and am stuffing that into a monthly KAL-meets-competition in which I represent team Star trek. For one "challenge" I am knitting a nebula-inspired shawl. It's going, but not fast enough for my tastes.
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