Geekery vs. Lechery

He: I should stick to the naming convention I already chose - Shadowrun dragons. Lofwyr... Hestaby... Ryumyo

Me: Masaru, Rhonabwy, Sonador, Sirrug

He: Sirrurg, isn't it?

Me: Wow, yes. It is. Holy shit, you remember the proper spelling? You're a freak. 

He: Do you know how long I played Shadowrun for?

Me: Longer than I've been having sex?

He: Probably. I started in highschool. 89? 90?

Me: Yeah, lost my virginity in like 93? 94?

He: Then played twice a week for like... 3 years.

Me: Hrm... you may have played more SR than I've had sex. This is disturbing.

He: Maybe.

Me: I wonder who had more fun.

Unhealthy Obsessions

Why do I find myself attracted to Putin?

Is it his intense stare? His massive power? 

Or simply the idea of screaming out, "Rape me like I'm Georgia!" in bed?

Science rocks my soul

Here's a really interesting article from the NY Times by John Tierney.

Deep Down, We Can't Even Fool Ourselves

Not a post about turning 30

I had planned to write some rambling thing about turning 30 today. But instead, I'll sum up and get to what is really on my mind.

30: Been looking forward to this. Yay! I'm 30. Guess what, I'm still me. And if you're one of those twits who thinks I should feel bad about this milestone... then maybe you should start looking at yourself and figure out why you think youth is an end point, not part of the journey.

Now, on to the madness.

My mother calls me today. The traditional 8:15 wish me a Happy Birthday call. And... about 2 minutes into it she says she has some bad news. I think... cancer. She has cancer. She is dying. No, not tragic enough. My nephew... the youngest one... yes... he is dying. Some wilting disease. Right?

Newp. My sister is getting a divorce. Instead of going into detail on that and airing the dirty laundry of a woman few of you know... I'll get to the point. In the conversation that follows, as my mother tells me more and more of the recent events that led up to someone actually uttering the word divorce, I find myself going through all the damn enabling behavior of my sister. Just like the enabling behavior of my mother. All fueled by fear.

And of course, I get angry. I do my thing where I just go over and over in my head how people can be so stupid. I once again mentally tear into my sister, my mother, and a couple of my friends. Why would they put up with that? Why would you stay in a situation where you obviously weren't happy? Why would you go along with something you just didn't agree with? On and on... and other than my brain... only the beau really has ever heard how bad it can get. How truly cutting, judgmental, and harsh I am of other people. And the people I care about get it the worst.

But then, he understands why I need to do it.

Sometimes, I feel bad about this little cycle of mine. Where I pick apart every flaw of a human being, connect the dots and ask, "Why? Why the fuck would you do this?" Just a few nights ago, in fact, after totally dissecting the unhealthy behavior of a friend I growled and threw my hands up and asked once again why I bothered.

He just calmly started to bring up a few points to remind me that people, are in fact, human. And not all mistakes are about willful stupidity.

I sighed. "I'm an ass. I go off. I know I do. But it just makes me so angry. But I shouldn't. We're all dealing with our own demons."

He just smiled. "It's okay."

"Why is it okay that I'm a judgmental bitch?"

"Because, you're like that with everyone. You're worst on yourself. And you remember to forgive them all just as quickly as you damn them."

So, as I listened to my mother go on and on, wanting to strangle her and my sister for being emotionally masochists, that little twinge of guilt wasn't there.

We do really deserve to be strangled for our faults.

We also deserve to be forgiven when we work to change them.

Ms. Undead South Dakota

Him: I have a major Dead Rising hankering... More cool zombie dreams last night. ~nods~

Me: I would like to point out that you describe having dreams about zombies... as... 'cool'

Him: They're not always cool... but when you're the hero fending off hordes of zombies with grace and poise.. that's pretty cool

Me: ~smiles~ Grace and poise? Was there an evening gown portion of the competition?

Him: haha yes.

And I won.

I love you interwebz

Since I can't have a single conversation without twisting a dirty thought from it, of course I love to see someone twisting dirty thoughts into innocent humor.

Innocent Spam

Flesh Torpedoes

So a student walks in and I can't stop staring at her breasts.

No, they are fully covered. She's wearing a turtle neck. No, they are not remarkably large. She's a fairly petite girl. I think it had something to do with THE 1940's CROSS YOUR HEART BRA she must have been wearing. The type that forms your unsuspecting boobs into pointy flesh torpedoes. It was all I could do not to clutch my own chest and whimper an empathic 'ow'.