Monday, 13 June 2005
Don't read this
Mood:
surprised
Topic: It's all about me
This is the list of what I want for my birthday, in no specific order. Yes, I know this is way early. No, I don't actually expect any of this.
- A tattoo of a fairy ring around my left leg, in the vicinity of the ankle
- Can't Stop, a discontinued dice game that is quite zippy
- The house remodeled
- A computer so psychotically powerful I have to struggle with it at least once every couple months for fear that it'll take over the house and most of the country - and a nice fat broadband connection to go with it
- All the episodes of Cowboy Bebop on DVD
- A trip to someplace interesting that I've never been to before
- A Rubik's Magic Puzzle - probably a couple of them because I played with the last one so much that it fell apart
- To be really really really high with a bunch of my friends at a loud party that lasts all weekend - hot strippers optional, glow sticks required
- The Great and Secret Show and Everville
- Ice cream dammit!
- Freakazoid! and 2 Stupid Dogs back on the air when there's nothing else but crap on TV in the middle of the night
- To be able to banish anyone foolish enough to annoy me on my fucking birthday out to the cornfield
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Whore!
Mood:
mischievious
Topic: Nothing in particular
I'm curious as to why the random guys who don't understand colloquial English very well always want to cyber with me when I'm just hanging out in the #bearcave. Does my screen name give off a kind of 'please type dirty to me' vibe or something?
It doesn't help that I'm generally too nice to just tell them to bugger off. The last time I wasn't in the mood for it I let the guy know right off that I am terribly boring to cyber with. No really, I am. I just don't have a taste for it. But you know, if I wanted to I'd probably be really really good at it.
You know you want it.
So right this moment I've got this poor dude asking me random questions. I know he's probably just as bored as I am and just wants someone to chat with. I also know that the subject will inevitably turn to something 1-handed. Blah. I don't want to be rude about it, and it's too close to bedtime for me to come up with something clever.
Wait, why in hell am I blogging about this anyway?
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Saturday, 11 June 2005
Editing
Mood:
lazy
Topic: Head games
I have no idea if anyone is actually reading the Briar County Blues blog, but assuming that someone is reading it, and they are tired of it still being in the same spot for the past couple months, said someone will be mildly thrilled to know that I plan to start editing the next post sometime in the next week.
That, I believe, is the sound of one hand clapping.
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Vertigo
Mood:
don't ask
Topic: Bitchy rants
I'm getting used to new glasses now. I'm not going to get into the annoying rigmarole of getting them. I am a bit irritated at Dr. Condescending and his attitude about us returning to make sure this prescription is right. I'm a bit weary of looking at this screen and seeing some funky trapezoid.
These things are making me dizzy and a little barfy. Maybe another black & tan will help.
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Wednesday, 8 June 2005
Totally unfair fucking with me
Mood:
incredulous
Topic: Bitchy rants
So I'm watching
Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex because that show is straight up fucking awesome, and this ep in particular (Portraitz) really got me going. It looks like they're revealing a big fat clue as to who or what the Laughing Man is. Very very cool.
Well, except for the fact that at the very end of it there's this 3 line message written on a baseball mitt that I know is important in some way, only they don't leave it up long enough for me to read it. Fuckers. So come on - what was the message? I'm dying to know!
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Sunday, 5 June 2005
Damn the turbulence
Mood:
a-ok
Topic: Nothing in particular
So yes, I did indeed make it home in one piece. The flights home were basically uneventful, I only had to deal with a bumpy ride while coming in for a landing in Albuquerque. So now I've got to use the next week to figure out how I'm gonna get the house back in order.
And, of course, that annoying feeling that I always get when I'm going somewhere, that one that tells me that I forgot something somewhere, was entirely correct. I left every one of the shirts on hangers that I'd hung up right out of sight where they would be easy to lose. Feh.
It's rather nice to be back home. I do certainly miss the random activities and having a nice revolving selection of people to meet and greet, but there's something to be said about being in your own domain. Plus I was getting tired of sleeping by myself.
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Saturday, 28 May 2005
I fucked up
Mood:
d'oh
Topic: Nothing in particular
I have mistaken my date of departure countless times. In case you have not yet heard, I am not leaving on Sunday the 5th but Friday the 3rd.
Yes, I am a dumbass.
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Wednesday, 25 May 2005
Closing parade
Mood:
mischievious
Topic: Faire warning
You know, it did actually go by the booth where I work at, but I had to watch it from the elevated porch outside our tent-door hooch. I didn't shimmy to ring my cowbell because I'd gotten out of costume as soon as I was off at 2.
Peep under the kilt...
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Updated: Wednesday, 25 May 2005 1:14 AM CDT
Tuesday, 24 May 2005
Little dolls
Mood:
special
Topic: Head games
Bus!
Anyway, we broke out the Mage Knight figures, a small pile of d6s apiece, and had a rousing game of...
Shadowrun! Wolf loaded up Pistolero for me because it was the perfect theme song, and Smedge and that crazy Chuco took care of some crazy gangers in the Barrens. The opposing mage ran a car at them, but made the mistake of firing a huge powerball in front of him and crashed himself more than he trashed the two PCs. Took us a few hours to set up, deliberate, and play out 4 rounds of combat. Maybe a couple minutes.
Geekery, I know. It's been a while since I've had to coordinate so many cubes and things. I need to wrap this one up soon. May have to come up with a plot twist. Did I tell you that they geeked one of the main NPCs I'd made up? Outright blasted him on this woman's voicemail. That's harsh, yo!
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Updated: Tuesday, 24 May 2005 12:25 AM CDT
Thursday, 5 May 2005
Floating, stinging cow of evil named Muhammed Ali Bee
Mood:
d'oh
Topic: Various webshit
My stupid thing tied with the FrogZard. Why did I get a fucking bee?
FrogZard... any of you know wtf that is? ;{)>
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