(no, they are not in order.)


list go!

goddamnit.
fuck off, i'm feeling mean today.
oh, thank god.
tired. bleh.
wow. are they all like this? i don't think i could handle this all the time.
i don't know that i should feel relieved about this, but i do anyhow. oh well.
i'm vaguely proud of it, even though it's super gross, because i stayed despite it.
damn. oh well.
ew. fucking gross.
aww. ;_;

... I love you. Don't ever change.

As a source of information on things I am personally unwilling or unable to go out and do myself, taken with a grain of salt and a mop and squeegee, the internet is my best friend ever.

As a source of entertainment when I'm too damn lazy or tired to go out and find something else, the internet is the best.

And as a source of the vast collection of human witticism, stupidity, awesomeness, and evil, the internet has the most readily available means of giving me any examples I could ever want.

Internets, don't ever change. And if you do, please just be more awesome.

What foods do you associate with romance or attraction?

What a question.
It depends on who you ask. If it's a troll, they're likely to think dead animals or pretty rocks, depending on where they're from. Gnomes seem to think berries are pretty high on the "I'm prime lover material" list. Tender little kids are sure ways to attract hags. Tiny sprites get all hot and bothered by tiny flowers. Goblins like toads, sometimes for a pet, sometimes for a snack.

Me? Not my thing, romance. I say it's for nymphs and fools, mostly. If you want to get on my good side, though, I like a nice Guinness.

Speaking of which, my drink's almost here. Why do you keep coming in here, anyhow? I'd almost think you've got a death wish or something.

What song lyrics would you love to have written, and why?

You might not know this, but I did, in fact, write the immortal lyrics of Jungle Boogie, in honor of your mom.

The Reverend Maynard wrote Queen B in honor of your mom, too.



That was one crazy Yom Kippur.

(lol, yeah, i know. me? doing an etiquette lesson? that's funny.)

Warrcraft:

If you're inviting people to do a quest, please make sure you know for certain whether they need to bring the flying monkeys* before you definitively say 'no, they are not necessary'.

Granted, I could have looked the quest up myself, but figured the invitor already had.

(Yes, this teaches us a lesson about assuming. Duly noted, let's move along.)

Flying monkeys. That is all.



p.s. no hard feelings, really. i just needed to say something. :D


(flying monkeys here is used in the "general noun" sense, rather than the actual flying monkeys, which are probably a pet only the other side can get and screw them, they're all a bunch of bastards anyhow.)

What was your favorite game as a child? What's your favorite now?

'My favorite game as a child'? *takes a long drag from the pipe* Besides eating grubs?

'Monster', without a doubt. That's the one where you stare at each other, and imagine the most frightening monster you can think of. Whoever got scared first lost. Simple.
Hey, there wasn't much else to do in Saux O'Dhouley, unless you were big enough to take on the family business - baling hay, breeding horses, weaving. Then there was plenty to do.

I was the only one really qualified to play Monster, anyhow, since it required actual magic. So after a year or so, I was the only one playing it. It was still fun, though.


My favorite game now... that's a little more difficult. It's not fun and games now. When I found out why I was the only one who could play Monster properly, I also found out that it's not a game. It's about survival.

*takes another long drag from the pipe*

I was always pretty good at it, though.

You should probably get out of here. I don't know that your kind is actually allowed in the bar. You know, mortals.

There is a war in our neighborhood.

Srs bsns, this war. It is between the gooses and the lawn ducks. We discovered last night that the lawn ducks have finally called in their heavy artillery, the tank-like swans. They also have sparrows, scouting the areas.

The gooses have been invading our backyard, honking during the important parts of movies, and generally making nuisances of themselves. J has, for these reasons, declared war on the gooses, and has sided with the lawn ducks.

Related to this, we have SITHGRL. There was a SITHGRL sighting the other day, while I was doing dishes (by which I mean spying on the neighbors). J was not impressed. Later, it was discovered that the person responsible for bringing the damn noisy gooses into our backyard was no other than SITHGRL.

This makes SITHGRL J's arch-nemesis.

So when the swan showed up in our backyard, and chased away the damn noisy gooses, we fed him hot dog buns and named him Panzer.

J is certain that SITHGRL and her army of gooses will soon fall.

What vegetable or fruit do you relate to most?

coffee.

take that, fakey meme!


in other news...

I had to go out shopping the other day. Your mom was making all kinds of awful noises, like "I have to pee" and "my gimp box is all wet" and "stop choking me!", so I untied her and took her with me. After we hosed her down in the backyard, at least. You really ought to take better care of your mom, you know.

Anyhow, so we're at the store, and she's all like "I WANT THIS" and "I WANT THAT" and "DO YOU HAVE THREE MORE OF THESE IN THE BACK?". After she quit pointing at the cashiers and salespeople, we had a party in the back room.

It was a very nice party.

...


What? It was Mother's Day. She gets one day a year off. ^_^

I has civilization III.

J has Turning Point.

I haven't done dishes in at least 2 weeks. No, seriously. At least.

that is all.

So.

Beliefs. Discuss.

beliefs are what hold each of us together when we know there's nothing else at that moment that we can hold onto. So if you believe that the saucy goodness of the FSM is what makes your day go a little smoother, more power to you. Jesus built your hotrod? Satan is your motor? Mohammed helps you find your socks in the morning? Go you, go with your (g)(o)(d)/usw.

Eris.
She turns me into a coffee bean. She spins me right round. Whatever you want to say about it, whether you think a religion made up by a couple of acidheads in the 50s in a bowling alley isn't theologically possible, whether you were right there supporting the Incident of the Golden Apple, or rooting for the dragons, it's what gets me through some days, the only knowledge that when I can't handle it anymore, I take a deep breath, and think to myself the mantra of my life:

"Dammit, Eris, give me a freaking minute."

She gives me a hand full of shit to match the one full of wish, and kicks me gently on the ass to remind me that later, we'll go play hopscotch. or I will, at least, and she'll be going right along, sticking her hands in whatever she pleases.

I've heard that so many aspects of my life aren't feasible, useful, or otherwise helpful to anyone, least of all myself, that screw that, here's what makes me happy, and bugger anyone who disagrees with it. Do I settle sometimes? Sure. Do I fix it most of the time? I like to think so. Am I happy now? Yes.

That's the important part. If you're not happy, you're not having fun. If you're not having fun, you're doing it wrong. My idea of fun isn't the same as yours, I know, but that's okay. That's why we're all here - to learn how to do it right.

In unrelated news, (or perhaps deeply related news), we watched The Road to Wellville tonight. J was speechless. I giggled a lot. I love that movie. ^_^ Virginia (Camryn Mannheim) is sexy as hell.

I'm going to go back to writing a furry gay love story now. Please let me know if you're interested in reading it, and when I get around to acquiring webspace (which will be as soon as I learn LW's policies on smuts), I'll be sure to put it up there. :D

...and no one could put their finger on what love was without pulling it away smelling funny...

that is all. ^_^

There were a few faces staring down at me when the wee bartender dragged me into O'Shaughnessy's.

“Cousin, cousin, ye'll not do yerself a bit o'good going on with those types.” The wee man propped me up against a wall or something, and handed me a tiny bottle. “Mind ye don't drink it all at once.” He walked off toward the bar.
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the 'lies, inc.' collection thus far...

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awesome.

quoted from the writer's block feature that i never answer (and won't be answering now):

If one day you meet your favorite super star, what questions you would like to do to him/her?




srsly, lj. wtf.

Puscifer.
Filled with awesome.
No, I actually have no idea what's in the video - I've just been listening to the song. It doesn't really need a video, to me.

My Sunny Delight is neither sunny nor delightful.

that is all.

I am heartily enjoying this:



WARNING: This is a fun remix of the original Onyxia Wipe Animation. There's lots of cussing, omg! And in the original, if you decide to find that, there's NSFW-ness added to all the cussing.

so i guess i knit now. i always feel a little like Bill Murray in What about Bob?, where he's tied to the mast of a boat, yelling "I'm a sailor! I sail! Look at me! I'm sailing!" when i say "I knit".

Oh well. it's fun. And someday, J will show me how to use the digital camera so I can post pics of my stuff.

Got new yarn today - sticking with the Red Heart Super Saver until I'm more confident and experienced with different stitches (yes, yes, I know there's only two basic stitches. But there's infinite variables for their arrangement. That's the part I'm not confident about). That way, when I can afford to spend more than $7.50 for 3 skeins (like, $7.50 per skein), I won't have to frog it all a million times.

I practiced my intarsia* today. (if you're interested, that's where you use two different colors and make a neat pattern out of them.) that was fun, but it's black + safety orange, so it's a little busy and rather blinding.

* - turns out I was doing "stranded stitching". i still like it.

No, I don't remember where I found safety orange yarn. Yes, it is pretty bitchin, thank you. :D

My projects will slowly teach me new things - now that I know how to make little bags, I will make those with variants - one with two strands, another with cables, and so on. DPNS are my friends.

Gives me something to do when I'm in the middle of editing, and don't feel quite like playing Warcraft just yet. And my towns in Tribal Wars are between commands. And I don't have the mats to make yet another batch of cookies. Or feel like practicing German/Japanese. And so on, and so forth.

I think I should go eat some food. And find out how to do intarsia in the round.

p.s. why does the little fox have a newspaper for both "artistic" and "accomplished"? dammit, the last thing i need is to have to learn to make a new set of icons!

note: I noticed this article is a few years old. but the fact that it was written at all, or had cause to be written, kind of makes me want to kick people in the shins.

(  'Master' and 'slave' computer labels unacceptable, officials say )

note to self: stfu, n00b.

...it's not that you can't say anything, it's that you shouldn't. Sure, it all starts out friendly enough, but eventually, you'll say something. It may have been something you've said dozens, hundreds, a million times before. But something will be different, just this once, and someone else will say something.

They may not even have meant what they said.

But they will say something. And that something will stop you cold, dead in your tracks, filling you with a remorse so profound you wonder why you bothered to open your damn mouth in the first place.

He looks at the words on the computer screen, rubs a hand absently over his mouth, picks up the last dregs of the cigarette smoldering beside him, and takes in the rest in one long drag. He holds it, watching the smoke curl around the screen, and crushes the butt in the already overflowing ashtray without looking.

Carefully, he blows the lungful of smoke away from the screen, ignoring the gentle touch of burning embers on his fingertips.