December 17th, 2013
BUY A SHIRT
I HAVE CUTEASS TANK TOP THERE
|athelind||12:00 pm - My tweets|
- Mon, 12:12: Artificial intelligence will never be a match for natural stupidity.
- Mon, 12:16: RT @StayPuft: Monday is Gozer. You're a Ghostbuster. Blow up the monster. Then dance in the streets.
- Mon, 12:18: RT @TheDaiLlew: Peter Jackson to direct 15-hour, 4-part adaptation of Hemingway's "For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn".
- Mon, 12:20: RT @DavidSuzukiFDN: RT @Greenpeace: The world can and must stop using fossil fuels. Here's how we start moving towards oil free societies h…
- Mon, 12:20: RT @ggreenwald: In America, the officials who violate Constitutional rights get promotions; those who expose the violations get indictments
|doronjosama||12:00 pm - My tweets|
- Mon, 13:25: Think I overdid it on Getting Stuff Done yesterday because I felt a little better; feeling worn out & chilled again for no reason. Boo!
- Mon, 13:30: Video: Super cute video of a Romanian cat greeting his owner after she was away for 3 weeks. Mine do this... http://t.co/EEr5RvpZdi
- Mon, 16:01: RT @EmrgencyKittens: Winky face, tongue out. http://t.co/aIilMA0xjf
- Mon, 16:58: Nope, I'm not going to be able to finish making packages today; I'm going to take some off brand nyquil & rest more, then do auction stuff.
- Mon, 18:48: Woke up from nap and mused aloud how much I wanted some pie; Husbando produced a tiny apple pie from his bag. MAGIC.
- Mon, 20:36: RT @demianthule: 4am: -Is it 7am yet? -No, brain let me sleep 5am: -Is it 7am yet? -NO! 6am: -Is.. -FUCK YOU! 7am: -Ok brain you have a job…
- Tue, 11:07: Photo: Dear god candy makers, are you trying to kill me?! http://t.co/5xgTmw8jep
|ursulav||11:40 am - Bluebirds|
It is December 17th.
There are bluebirds house-hunting in the garden.
They start early--I've heard of them looking at prospective real-estate in January, and I won't swear this is out of historical range--but god, it seems early. I feel the urge to apologize to them. The garden is a shambles, it's been cold and wet and miserable and I haven't felt any desire to get out and spread cow manure on the garden.
Today is a blindingly sunny day, not horribly cold, and more birds than usual are out in the garden. I usually don't see bluebirds all the way back here. They like the neighbor's open yards. (Some day I will sink a pole in the grassy area by the driveway entrance and set up a bluebird house, but sinking poles in this clay is a grim prospect.) We've also got a smattering of woodpeckers--not uncommon, but there's a flicker and those rarely wander into the garden. They were extremely common when I lived in town, but for some reason, my current yard doesn't appeal to them as much.
A golden-crowned kinglet seems to have settled in here for the winter, much to my delight. Thrush-Bob is still demanding mealworms on the deck. (Kevin slogs out in the morning, chanting "Blood and mealworms for my lord Thrush-Bob!")Everything's kind of dormant and in stasis right now...but dude. Bluebirds. There's a thing.
Also posted at Squash's Garden. You can comment here or there!
December 16th, 2013
|ursulav||11:33 pm - D&D: Someone For Everyone, More Or Less|
We were fighting Briar Witch Dryads (We named them Holly and Tannenbaum) in the temple of Vecna when a thought suddenly occurred to Rooster the (well-meaning, not very bright) paladin.
ROOSTER: "Heyyyyyy, ladies...you know, we have a friendly wood-woad back home at the castle...all you'd have to do is renounce evil and I'd be happy to introduce you..."
(This is true. We befriended him some years ago, thereby derailing a great deal of plot. He lives in the orchard now.)
GM: "No. Just no. No. Anyway, you'll have to wait until your turn."
ME: "But I can roll Diplomacy on my turn?"
GM: "Fine, sure, whatever."
Rooster's turn rolls around...
ROOSTER: "So! Let me tell you about my friend Woad-Bob! He has his own wasp nest! Very...um...sexy bark? With...err...great...big..boles..."
GM: "I guess that's versus will, but..."
ME: (rolls high) "You know I have +19 to Diplomacy, right?"
GM: "...oh, you're f'ing kidding me!"
*pause for gentle sounds of GM head meeting keyboard*
GM: (grimly) "Tannenbaum would like to hear more about Woad-Bob."
ROOSTER: "I have a picture in my wallet!"
RANGER: "...why do you have pictures of the wood-woad in your wallet?"
ROOSTER: "It's not weird. I have everybody's picture. Drow-Bob...Woad-Bob...that one kobold with the thing on his head...the Hydra...You know, in case I meet a nice young monster looking to settle down."
RANGER: "How is that not weird?"
ROOSTER: *carefully hides the ranger's picture* "Check out Woad-Bob! Look at those branches! And his own orchard!"GM: "The dryad leaves combat and is waiting to go back to the castle with you. Why. What is this. What. How?"
|ursulav||07:26 pm - In Which I Gush About Frozen For A Few Minutes|
Yesterday Kevin and I went to see the Disney movie "Frozen." It is a Disney Princess movie, a genre of which I am generally skeptical.
And there were a couple of the usual problematic elements that Disney never seems able to fix--everybody's whiter than white and the princesses generally have a waist thinner than my wrist. I have a dream that we will get beyond this some day, but today was not that day.
There was also entirely too much singing for my taste: two really good songs, one cloying one, and at least one scene where I wanted to yell "Stop singing and talk to each other, goddamnit! Attempting to work through your respective communication issues will not be made easier by trying to rhyme!"
And all that said...
OH MY GOD I LOVED THIS MOVIE SO MUCH LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVED IT OH MY GOD
Spoilers are going to happen here, so if you haven't seen it and want to, stop reading. I will attempt to make sure nothing jumps out at anyone by including this picture of a corgi.
DO NOT GO BEYOND THE CORGI. THE CORGI GUARDS THE PLOT INTEGRITY OF THE FILM.
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|kaputotter||06:51 pm - l'ottery 12/16!|
Grats to XaviousWolffe for winning this l'ottery round!
Xavious has an interesting story behind this pic. You might recall my Shaun of the Dead Parody poster from last Halloween. He participated in the poster and it inspired some stories. Xavious is part of a research team creating "an experimental chemical cocktail to fight flesh eating bacteria. One bad batch of the vaccine and failed security protocols later he is the only one left alive but soon to succumb to it. Working to the bitter end to find a way to kill it and failing, he decides to tie his muzzle shut [with his bowtie] so that whoever finds him won't suffer his fate."
And with that, the newest l'ottery round is open!
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|cupcake_goth||01:22 pm - An observation from yesterday's Mourning Market|
Making some sort of jewelry from bones and feathers is the new gluing cogs and brass stampings together in terms of DIY indie jewelry.
This is fine with me, because I like the neo-pagan bones and feathers everywhere thing better than the hotglued cogs. But it's interesting to see what bandwagons people are jumping on.
|padparadscha||01:44 pm - Timing|
MOM: *reading aloud from a book* "After expulsion from their villages, the best prospect for these young, desperate peasant girls was to ..."
at this exact moment, DAD enters
MOM: "... go to London and work as prostitutes."
ME: brightly We're making plans for if the neurosurgical practice falls through!
DAD: ... Why London?
|padparadscha||11:57 am - Thanksgiving Travel Adventure, Part 1|
So you might remember, a few weeks ago I took a trip to see some California family!
I figured I'd try trains because I hate plane travel, so if nothing else this would at least open up a different set of inconveniences and annoyances for me. But it was actually fun!
MOM: ... and don't forget to pack underwear and say thank you and don't follow strangers into windowless vans and ...
AUNT: I brought you a travel kit of trail mix and handiwipes!
DAD: If any outlying family members offer you drugs, don't take them!
ME: Why is everyone so dang nervous about this?
MOM: What are you talking about? You're a ball of anxiety, yourself.
ME: Well, yes, but I get this way when I'm going to the grocery store. It's pretty much my default state. It's new with you guys.
So I hopped on the sleeper train, trailing a few more Momisms in my wake, and enjoyed a nice nighttime ride in my own little roomette, which was only occasionally interrupted by the car's tendency to lurch just enough to send me rolling into the wall. But this was still more tolerable when lying in the little bunk than when, say, trying to use the bathroom. But I could live with that sort of thing, because at least I didn't have PLANE NOISE crushing my skull. Did I mention I hate planes?
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