Someone explain this crazyness to me.

Yes.  I spelled craziness with a "y". 

So!  I stalk tumblr.  I haven't committed yet for a few reasons.
1.  I don't have the internet at home, and tumblr is FILLED with delicious panty-melting images, so that's no good.
2.  I have deliberately painted myself into a largish corner with my online profile, because anonymity turns me into a different person and it creeps my shit.  It is ME, and it creeps MY shit to compare what I say/do online to real life, provided I was able to say/do it under the guise of someone not-me. 

Still.  I stalk tumblr.  And one person I stalk on it has been in the same location as a favorite actor of mine several times.  She has seen him in REAL LIFE.  And she posted in a little tweet-like post that she was finally in the same room as him and did not bump into him.  She later clarified, after receiving many responses about how lucky she was to be near his awesomeness, that she honestly could not care about it.  She has no interest.

I got that.
No, really, I understand.

Sometimes I really get sick of having to sidestep my backyard pool filled with gold pieces, jewels, and disgustingly hot people wearing no clothing and just begging for attention while my incredible sound system projects solid holograms of my favorite singers and bands that are programmed to provide a perfect soundtrack to my every mood.  The the walk to the end of my jaguar-filled personal parking garage is SO LONG.  God.  Some days I just want my personal retinue to carry my silk-draped litter faster but with less jostling as they traverse the indoor hallways filled with rescued kittens who all get along and none of whom shit anything but rounded precious stones and never track cat sand out of the box.

It's great that there are people who are not attracted to those who literally exude sex.  I mean, less competition for the rest of us poor saps, but really?  Honestly? WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN

So....DeeDee it is

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?

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.

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

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.

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.

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.