I've found go-go boots for about $20, and a pattern for the hat won't be an issue. The shorts are likewise a non-issue. My big thing is making sure the boots arrive first, so I can match the color to the top.
Also: Geek Prom 2012. I want EVERYTHING prom should've been, but I'll settle for a fun evening, I suppose. I have a dress, and a year to get the boots and accessories. I have co-conspirators, (one of whom really ought to take the opportunity to get an awesome dress/outfit and go TOTALLY sexay with it), and we'll make do, I suppose. Why is no one as excited as I am about part one of The Hobbit?
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Healing Surge vs. Second Wind
So, in D&D, my people die. A lot. We fought a fucking DRAGON in Encounters this week. Just sayin'.
As the cleric, it's my task to be there to help them. Not to "help them on their way to post-mortem existence", but to use my clerical skills to bring them back to fighting status.
UNFORTUNATELY, it seems to me that my powers are pretty limited in this respect. I can heal someone twice, and am learning to pay special attention to the difference between "healing surge" (which any character can do a specified number of times per in-game day) and a "second wind" which a character can perform only once during an encounter.
However, I'm still having trouble wrapping my head around the apparent fact that when someone is neg, I cannot in any way, do something more than stabilize if I've already used healing word twice (per encounter). It's like getting over there, staunching the bleeding wound, and then giving them a nice pat on the head. There, there. It's fine. I can perhaps do a heal check next round and help you out, but for now, let's just sit in the path of utter destruction and hope for the best.
Urgh.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Halloween Prep
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
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
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.
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