In slightly less freaked out news

Better now. Very shortly after I posted the fail-gina issue, I got pinged by avalon616 and thus followed a rollicking adventure down to Northampton for comic/game store/hot D&D gossip/drinks at the Dirty Truth. I think cell23's assessment of my beer taste is correct - so far I have not yet encountered a porter I didn't like and I was quite happy with my little bottle of Founders while filching a good portion of avalon616's fries. Good times.

Since it seems like word is slowly spreading, I think it's okay to pretty much squee publicly about this now... cell23 and I are going to look at places next week. Like, together and stuff. O_o I think Red Riding Hood from Into the Woods put how I feel about it best: "...well, excited AND scared..." Though less those two distinct feelings and more of a constant reminder to self to not completely loose my shit with squee. Hey, the kids are insanely excited about this idea and that's mostly what I care about.

Rumor has it that they're re-releasing The Babysitters' Club. Except... updated for a modern audience. I'm not sure how I feel about my girls with cell phones and *gasp* the Internet. I mean, wasn't the whole reason why they had the club meetings in Claudia's room because she had her own land line? When's the last time you saw a kid even WANT a land line?

I have a brandy new copy of Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life to curl up with and reread in a bit, short stacks to play with this weekend, work that's actually getting done at work, pancake ingredients (um, deliriumdeva? can I borrow that sifter?) enough groceries to last me the rest of April, and cheap as hell replacements for all the books I knew, lost, and still miss coming at me via PBS, and the Soup is on in two minutes, though honestly I may skip it due to sleepy. So life is, per usual, annoying, but certainly not all bad.

Of course, I have "Anatomically Incompatible" stuck in my head now, which is something of a feat because that song doesn't have a tune. FML.

In slightly less freaked out news

Better now. Very shortly after I posted the fail-gina issue, I got pinged by avalon616 and thus followed a rollicking adventure down to Northampton for comic/game store/hot D&D gossip/drinks at the Dirty Truth. I think cell23's assessment of my beer taste is correct - so far I have not yet encountered a porter I didn't like and I was quite happy with my little bottle of Founders while filching a good portion of avalon616's fries. Good times.

Since it seems like word is slowly spreading, I think it's okay to pretty much squee publicly about this now... cell23 and I are going to look at places next week. Like, together and stuff. O_o I think Red Riding Hood from Into the Woods put how I feel about it best: "...well, excited AND scared..." Though less those two distinct feelings and more of a constant reminder to self to not completely loose my shit with squee. Hey, the kids are insanely excited about this idea and that's mostly what I care about.

Rumor has it that they're re-releasing The Babysitters' Club. Except... updated for a modern audience. I'm not sure how I feel about my girls with cell phones and *gasp* the Internet. I mean, wasn't the whole reason why they had the club meetings in Claudia's room because she had her own land line? When's the last time you saw a kid even WANT a land line?

I have a brandy new copy of Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life to curl up with and reread in a bit, short stacks to play with this weekend, work that's actually getting done at work, pancake ingredients (um, deliriumdeva? can I borrow that sifter?) enough groceries to last me the rest of April, and cheap as hell replacements for all the books I knew, lost, and still miss coming at me via PBS, and the Soup is on in two minutes, though honestly I may skip it due to sleepy. So life is, per usual, annoying, but certainly not all bad.

Of course, I have "Anatomically Incompatible" stuck in my head now, which is something of a feat because that song doesn't have a tune. FML.

For the Fuck You

Dear pimply hipster boys that play WoW,

Deciding to give me shit on a crowded street IRL for wearing my Night Elf Dance shirt does not make you cool, all that, or any more likely to impress a lady in your lifetime. Especially not one with as good of a rack as those very same night elves you are deriding are dancing across. Go back to your hidey holes and cry your sorrows to Onyxia or someone else with more patience for that sort of bullshit than I have.

No Love,

Andee


You know what, fuck the Horde. I swear 90 percent of you are supercilious self-important douchebags. Pro-tip, just because your characters teeth protrude from their jaws at horrifying angles does not magically make you some how better than me just because I like playing what are essentially Azerothan Na'vi. ITS A GAME. LRN2haveagoddamnreallife. >:P

In less annoying news, dispensed with a gorgeous day between the Drükidz and a trip to Northampton to hang with the fantastic and fabulous sarahmaclean. We laughed, we cried, we snarked, it was good good times.

Also just got off the phone with Dad, who spent the last twenty or so minutes being very very VERY excited about the iPad all over me. And Vivian Leigh. And his usual obsession Bette Davis. And the usual "whenyoucomingdownyou'rebringingDrewright?" oh, Daddy. *gigglefacepalm*

6:35... off to find something rpductive to do with the remainder of my afternoon evening...

For the Fuck You

Dear pimply hipster boys that play WoW,

Deciding to give me shit on a crowded street IRL for wearing my Night Elf Dance shirt does not make you cool, all that, or any more likely to impress a lady in your lifetime. Especially not one with as good of a rack as those very same night elves you are deriding are dancing across. Go back to your hidey holes and cry your sorrows to Onyxia or someone else with more patience for that sort of bullshit than I have.

No Love,

Andee


You know what, fuck the Horde. I swear 90 percent of you are supercilious self-important douchebags. Pro-tip, just because your characters teeth protrude from their jaws at horrifying angles does not magically make you some how better than me just because I like playing what are essentially Azerothan Na'vi. ITS A GAME. LRN2haveagoddamnreallife. >:P

In less annoying news, dispensed with a gorgeous day between the Drükidz and a trip to Northampton to hang with the fantastic and fabulous sarahmaclean. We laughed, we cried, we snarked, it was good good times.

Also just got off the phone with Dad, who spent the last twenty or so minutes being very very VERY excited about the iPad all over me. And Vivian Leigh. And his usual obsession Bette Davis. And the usual "whenyoucomingdownyou'rebringingDrewright?" oh, Daddy. *gigglefacepalm*

6:35... off to find something rpductive to do with the remainder of my afternoon evening...

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