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mimesereI cannot believe that The Princess Bride is old enough to drink. We watched it today -- me and my niece, my nephew was playing WoW -- and it remains utterly wonderful. My niece liked it too. In keeping with the spirit of that movie, she also borrowed Clue (communism was just a red herring!) and Ghostbusters. She also borrowed Big Fish because supposedly Miley Cyrus is in it. Anyway. Princess Bride = awesome.
Part of family bonding time today was over how my mom reduced my niece to tears while we were at Macy's by making her feel stupid and then saying "Go ahead cry, everyone is just laughing at you." Thanks mom, good to know you're ensuring that another generation of women in our family has some kind of weird complex about you. Well done. My sister and her kids snuck out of the house while my mom was sleeping to avoid having to say goodbye. I am hiding in my room. My niece turned to me today and said, "I finally get why you stay in there so much." Also, while admiring some chucks on sale, I was told that I have to grow up. I told my mom that I didn't really have to, thanks, and wasn't planning on it anyway. My bitterness continues to grow. I am almost thirty and just now going through my rebellious phase. Go me.
I started a new WoW character -- a tauren hunter on Feathermoon -- last night and promptly lost my temper at how irritatingly difficult it is to find the one dude in the place with the attack pigs.
Have I mentioned that I kind of love that the FOB live dvd is titled ****? Because I really, really do. Every time I see it or type it or anything, I snicker.
Hawthorne Heights has been added to the lineup for Bamboozle Left. I also (finally) got my tickets from Ducat King for it, so I am happy about that.
I am going to go make soup now. Um. And not write fic. You guys, I *want* to be a person who writes funny fic, but I think I am a person who does not write funny fic except by accident and who, instead, writes really ridiculously OTT melodrama nonsense with touching death scenes and like, consumption, and just never posts any of those. Why am I not funny? This constantly makes me sad. Also, I fondled a 17" macbook pro today and also a powermac with 30" cinema display. Those are some sexy sexy computers. TOO BAD THEY COST LIKE A GAJILLION DOLLARS.
I still wish I had a legitimate way to introduce cracked out quantum physics into bandom. It's not as much fun if it's not explainable in an As You Know infodump. Hi, I like things that are made of crack.
in conclusion: we attack the mayor with hummus.
Part of family bonding time today was over how my mom reduced my niece to tears while we were at Macy's by making her feel stupid and then saying "Go ahead cry, everyone is just laughing at you." Thanks mom, good to know you're ensuring that another generation of women in our family has some kind of weird complex about you. Well done. My sister and her kids snuck out of the house while my mom was sleeping to avoid having to say goodbye. I am hiding in my room. My niece turned to me today and said, "I finally get why you stay in there so much." Also, while admiring some chucks on sale, I was told that I have to grow up. I told my mom that I didn't really have to, thanks, and wasn't planning on it anyway. My bitterness continues to grow. I am almost thirty and just now going through my rebellious phase. Go me.
I started a new WoW character -- a tauren hunter on Feathermoon -- last night and promptly lost my temper at how irritatingly difficult it is to find the one dude in the place with the attack pigs.
Have I mentioned that I kind of love that the FOB live dvd is titled ****? Because I really, really do. Every time I see it or type it or anything, I snicker.
Hawthorne Heights has been added to the lineup for Bamboozle Left. I also (finally) got my tickets from Ducat King for it, so I am happy about that.
I am going to go make soup now. Um. And not write fic. You guys, I *want* to be a person who writes funny fic, but I think I am a person who does not write funny fic except by accident and who, instead, writes really ridiculously OTT melodrama nonsense with touching death scenes and like, consumption, and just never posts any of those. Why am I not funny? This constantly makes me sad. Also, I fondled a 17" macbook pro today and also a powermac with 30" cinema display. Those are some sexy sexy computers. TOO BAD THEY COST LIKE A GAJILLION DOLLARS.
I still wish I had a legitimate way to introduce cracked out quantum physics into bandom. It's not as much fun if it's not explainable in an As You Know infodump. Hi, I like things that are made of crack.
in conclusion: we attack the mayor with hummus.