Idyllic Chick

'You better wash that finger before you pull your pork.'
---Sharon to Chris

...from SeeingSpots

Run through this a couple of times as it was meant to be, so you can get the hang of it (and see how cool it is!). Then do what Mehitobel did: run it answering the questions of yourself, and see who you are. I'm Wednesday from the Addams Family!

http://www.smalltime.com/dictator.html

...of the night I lost my virginity. Chris was in third grade. I feel old, but strangely empowered.

I know things have been pretty lax over at atmywedding.com lately, but it's starting to pick up. Plans being made, real websites being created. Go ahead and check it out if you haven't been there for a while.

'I know it because I know it.'

Tonight we strolled along the Landing, looking for a place to eat dinner. We found an entirely too warm Mexican restaurant with decent margaritas. The booth next to us was full of Mexican sailors! MEXICAN SAILORS! I'm infatuated now, with Mexican sailors. Who even knew that Mexico had a Navy?!? I didn't, but now I'm happy that they do, because those guys are cute as fucking buttons.

This message brought to you courtesy of Robbie's work laptop. Thankyouverymuch.

Until last night, I hadn't been to a sci-fi convention in nearly two years! Can you believe that? There was a time in my life where I was trying to hit one every 6-8 months, even if was just a little comic book convention in Orlando or what not. In the past couple of years, various things have kept me from attending these sort of twisted social gatherings, and I've missed them dearly.

We didn't do a whole lot of note last night. Drank some booze, chatted a lot. Yeah, nothing different there. DreamCon had karaoke last night! Kelly was as excited as you can imagine. After an extra couple of swills of her drink, she and I sang Abba's 'Dancing Queen'. In front of people that I've never met before. If you don't look at the audience, you can actually forget that they are there. I pictured myself in Kelly's living room (even though Kelly's karaoke set up is *much* nicer than the one used last night), and had a good time! Thanks to the boys and Sandra for their support!

Chris is cooking breakfast for us now. Another Bailey's and coffee, a shower and shave, and we're heading back to the hotel for more... drinking. And perhaps snag an autograph or two.

Story of note: Chris ordered an 'angus bacon cheese burger' at the BK lounge yesterday. The automotron told him, 'We don't have an angus bacon cheese burger. But we can make an angus burger and put bacon and cheese on it for you.' Why, thank you. And you aren't in grad school because...?

Can someone please tell me how a pair of pants with a 30 inch waist are considered XL? Anyone? Bueller? I totally dig Sanctuary's cargo pants, but they only seem to come in size small, smaller, or itsy itsy bitsy. Where the hell am I supposed to put my *ass* in these things?! Double aught should be only a gauge of earring, not a pant size!

Love you!
*smooch*

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

You are Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved!

A fine, amiable and dreamy young man, skilled in horsemanship and archery, you were also from a long line of dribbling madmen. King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months together before either of you could speak anything of the other's language. However, after illness you became a tad unstable. When a raving lunatic ran up to your entourage spouting an incoherent prophecy of doom, you were unsettled enough to slaughter four of your best men when a page dropped a lance. Your hair and nails fell out. At a royal masquerade, you and your courtiers dressed as wild men, ending in tragedy when four of them accidentally caught fire and burned to death. You were saved by the timely intervention of the Duchess of Berry's underskirts.

This brought on another bout of sickness, which surgeons countered by drilling holes in your skull. The following months saw you suffer an exorcism, beg your friends to kill you, go into hyperactive fits of gaiety, run through your rooms to the point of exhaustion, hide from imaginary assassins, claim your name was Georges, deny that you were King and fail to recognize your family. You smashed furniture and wet yourself at regular intervals. Passing briefly into erratic genius, you believed yourself to be made of glass and demanded iron rods in your attire to prevent you breaking.

In 1405 you stopped bathing, shaving or changing your clothes. This went on until several men were hired to blacken their faces, hide, jump out and shout "boo!", upon which you resumed basic hygiene. Despite this, your wife continued sleeping with you until 1407, when she hired a young beauty, Odette de Champdivers, to take her place. Isabeau then consoled herself, as it were, with your brother. Her lovers followed thick and fast while you became a pawn of your court, until you had her latest beau strangled and drowned.

A severe fever was fended off with oranges and pomegranates in vast quantities, but you succumbed again in 1422 and died. Your disease was most likely hereditary. Unfortunately, you had anywhere up to eleven children, who variously went on to develop capriciousness, great cruelty, insecurity, paranoia, revulsion towards food and, in one case, a phobia of bridges.

Shamelessly whored from StellarPurpleDaisy.

And I certainly do love mine, so far. My totally cool boss passed on his iPAQ h2215 Pocket PC to me. What a guy, eh? It was too complicated for him. What a guy, eh?

I mostly use my pda as a list-keeper, prodding the Virgo in me to her ultimate extent. Now I can keep both my PDA and my home pc lists in basically the same place. All hail Microsoft! Hail Satan! Hail Satan! I hate it, but I love it. And now I feel doubly geeky. =)