anagram of brat

This is gonna be one of those entries where I lose friends on all sides of the spectrum. SO BE IT.

( RANTING AHOY. Considering it's regarding the PA Dickwolves drama, triggery like whoa )

ETA: non friend commentary screened. I'm not interested in outside wankery on this.

ETA2: ehh never mind i just locked the post from further comments. I realize thats probably going to piss folk off moar and violates my usual policy of encouraging people to tell me when i'm wrong, but upon thinking about it, i realize i don't have my usual level of trollface and popcorn interest in seeing which of my friends are on what side (i'm pretty sure i know where y'all stand by now) and having you cockfight it out. Also, this is the blue moon occasion where i'm off the fence i usually ride like a prize stallion and am pretty solid in how i feel about it. For whatever its worth, it seems like a flounce/chickenshit/fuck you move even to me, lol. But whatever. Its not like if you really want to talk to me about this you don't know where and how to get a hold of me. I just dont want to do it here. Interpret that as you will, i suppose.

So in other "I want to go to there" news:



Yeah, lets talk about how this building is TWICE AS TALL AS THE EMPIRE STATE. And Dubai seems like a really neat city provided you don't bring any prescription drugs with you or kiss anyone publicly.

Pretty much, if it involves very tall/pretty things or trains I'm so there.

Guys, I think I've found my calling in life, or something, because I apparently throw bitchin parties. 'Course with the crowd of people that showed up to our house to properly usher cell23's fourth decade in last night, it's quite hard to have a bad party. Hell even the people that couldn't come but sent well-wishes via twitter (you were there in spirit, Mr. Berube!) helped, so yeah. There were also Muppets, Batman, Castlevania, and Mario Kart assisting. :) Special guest stars: cell23's now infamous Gay Bar Dance while he beat the shit out of his princess pinata (aersi helped). The terrifying pin the tail on the donkey game that oneforellis brought that looked like a donkey staring worriedly at his ass as red liquid appeared to pour out of it (it was supposed to be a target painted on, but it looked way too much like severe intestinal damage). THE MOTHERFUCKING INDIANA JONES CAKE WITH WORKING BALL. That's right you heard me. That cake was BOSS.

But yeah, you know how you know it was a good party? 2 reasons: 1) I just stumbled downstairs in search of breakfast (by the way, aersi? you're a motherfucking genius, thank you for the bagels) saw the horror my living room and kitchen are after everything... and grinned my face off. 2) The part where towards the end of the evening, cell23 (who tends to detest having a big thing made of his birthday, so yes, I threw him a party cause I'm a bitch like that ;) ) was being glomphed by all the remaining ladies present, and while cackling maniacally, declared that he should turn 30 every year.

I clearly win at everything. Including hangovers. I had quite a bit of "kool-aid" (hawaiian punch, sierra mist, tangerine vodka and slushed ice make great punch, btw) and then another_murray brought over pomegranate liqueur and i was just done for afterward. but I only have a bit of a headache this morning and that may well be because I forgot to make/get coffee. Yeah, I know.

But yeah, thanks guys. And happy birthday cell23. I love you, and I think it's safe to say so does everyone who was in attendance. :)

Turn to page two hundred and ninety four indeed.

MOAR MANSLASH

• Kidzilla's "Adventures" are getting more and more interesting. Yesterday we had to figure out how to attract sun bears that had invaded Venus. Her idea of playing a CD of their mating calls through the spaceship loudspeaker caused a stampede of them, so we have to think of a way that's not quite as effective. D: Tune in next time (aka later today) to find out where we end up next.
  
  
• tagged along for cell23's parents taking Kidzilla shopping for new shoes and school clothes; had a surprising amount of fun doing so. I now sort of understand why my sisters and Mom used to find an unholy pleasure in taking me shopping - meanwhile I remember it being excruciating. But other than a tendency to not really focus on what she was supposed to be good, Kidzilla was pretty well behaved and reasonably easy to shop for - pretty much it came down to me or her grandma holding up things and going "yes? no?" and occasionally "pick a color."
  
  (cell23, I might remark, took one look at the girls' section of Target, picked up Lovebug and vanished, mumbling something about this being way out of his league. Cackle.)
  
  There was a moment where I picked something off the rack because I was all "okay that's adorable" and held it up for Kidzilla's inspection, fully expecting her to hate it... Um. Her eyes got so big with "I CAN HAZ THAT???" that I was afraid they were going to fall right out of her head.
  
  
  
  The only problem we had during the entire shopping trip is that boy howdy she did not want to put the dress she came to the store in back on after trying this. But she got to put it on as soon as we got back to cell23's.
  
  
• The other big event for yesterday was aersi's bachelorette party. Bean did not want the penis hat.
  
  We started it up at House of Teriyaki, where I rather gorged myself on edemame and maki.
  
  
  
  No I didn't eat ALL of that. The two big rolls in the middle are aersi's.
  
  The second bit was a trip to Elements Hot Tubs and Spa in Amherst, which I'm actually really glad I went to because a) it was fun b) I apparently rather needed the hour long hot-tub soak and didn't know it - 12 hours later, and I'm still pretty much a limp noodle. Man, it's a pity hot tub trips are so damn expensive, I'd totally make it a monthly indulgence otherwise. But yeah five giggly women with wedding Mad Libs (read in our best porn star voices) and hot water? nice. Very nice.
  
  I think yesterday was also the first time Hanzo has ever carried his capacity of passengers; I'm sure he was all HELLO LADIES. Me, I had no objection to chauffeuring four lovely women around either... even though driving after hot tubs made for an interesting experience.



• came home and would have fallen over instantly except EPEEN was all like O HAI I HAS A VIRUS AGAIN FIX ME. (Fucking fake antivirus hijackers.) Luckily I had the shit set up so I could deal with the problem quickly this time, and then spent a bit tightening the security in various parts of my machine. Ugh. On the list of THINGS TO DO IN THE NEXT YEAR: Do some serious OS maintenance on EPEEN. He's a year or so overdue.

Today: gotta figure out some way of dealing with the sun bears, among other things.

I can't decide whether to love or hate htl_1126 for pointing me to this picture. I've been... thinking... about it for two straight days.



YAR YAR HUMP HUMP.

May need to bleach it from my brain with very NSFW pictures of young Yul Brynner.

Goddamn, I love the Internet.

You know, Obama could be reading the phone book, or the bhagavad gita in Hindi or a grocery list or Ethan frome or the entire combined credits list for the three extended Lord of the rings movies and I'd be riveted. Say what you will about him, the man's speechifying is srs bzns.

This entire entry may or may not be an excuse to use these tags.

Back from the big bad city. It was an oddly low key and relaxing weekend.

( SATURDAY )

( SUNDAY )

So home, chilling out, working on my picasa albums, thinking about money and TEH FYOOCHURRR and being sleepy. (And cold, grr, stupid winter.) Probably gonna crash soon and head to work early tomorrow, since I still have a holy god crapton to do there in the morning. Hopefully I will not have the recurring nightmare I've been having the past four nights of violently rearending other cars on the highway. >_<