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.

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.

It's been a while

So, there was a flu. And an upper respiratory infection. Followed by a move... while I was still getting winded just from going up the stairs once. We would not have made it through without the help of some very excellent friends. Thank you guys... yet again.

We're out of the ghetto that we were living in... however we're not yet at the new place. The old tenet is being evicted and that is tacking on some extra time. So for now, we're at Jesse's old place which is still his current place.... for the time being. Wheee fun.

But what inspired me to finally post has nothing to do with any of that.

Gary Gygax died.

And geek though I am, I am not going to sit here and wax poetic about his life. He created a really cool game. And then showed himself to be a rotten old turd when people TRIED TO MAKE THE RULES OF HIS GAME ACTUALLY WORK.

Long live D20. Screw you, Mr. Gygax.

My mind, the gutter

So after a brief exchange about software, my coworker says:

"I'll be thinking of you while I boot up tonight."

Am I the only one who finds that statement vaguely dirty?

Overdue Wrap Up

I know. I am totally a slacker. I'm supposed to do one of those end of the year wrap up/first of the new year posts. Well, I think we all know... I'm not that girl. I don't really do resolutions. If you can't keep a promise to yourself in the middle of the year, what makes you think you can do it at the start? And if you don't know what my year as been like, chances are, I planned it that way. Sorry, I think I'll keep the details of my pap smear to myself.

So instead I shall present totally random stuff.

Rockband! - Normally I would have linked that to their official site. But, their official site does that annoying thing where it resizes your browser window. And... I utterly hate that. But so far, that is the only complaint I have about Rockband. So there.

It's fun. It's social. And it's the only thing in decades (evidently) to get Micki to listen to some new music.

Also, I can use my drumsticks as weapons. Sometimes even intentionally.

Heroes - Finally started watching Season 1. Totally hooked thus far.

Apartment Shopping - As in, we are moving it looks like. We've been debating for some time, getting a second cat so that Pip would have a playmate. But, what's better than a kitten? That's right, a muppet. We're moving in with Jesse.

I can taste your jealousy. And it tastes like... um... caramel? Yeah. Caramel.

Absinthe - It's legal now, sweeties. However, this is not an excuse for the absinthe parties to end. It just means they will be less illegal now. I know. I'm sad too.

Sushi is still tits.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Please, please, let them cast some beautiful amazonian as my first true love... Scarlett.

G.I.fuckingJ.O.E.

How do you know?

How I know we are insane:

We now own two Xbox 360s. Why? So that it's easier to play Rock Band on the big TV. We don't have to move the system, just the hard drive.

How I know we are in love:
(A conversation last night)
Me: You know how when I get PMSy I get all cranky and annoyed at the world and in a bad mood?

Him: Yeah.

Me: And you'll notice I am in a good mood.

Him: Yeah.

Me: Well, this month... instead of the bad hormones... I got the good hormones. But you probably still want to be careful. Cause if you touched me, I'd likely just rape you. As in, ride you and break your spine kind of fucking. Seriously, I would destroy you.

Him: Do you mean that in a bad way?

Me: Well, no. You'd die with a really big smile. But, you would die. It's just... instead of festering ball of seething rage... this month I am a burning ball of ravaging fuck.

Him: (laughing) That needs to go on your blog.

Why I love my friends

Highly educated, low brow humor.

The lovely mix of perverted minds and too much knowledge.

How, you ask, does one mix quantum theory and dick jokes?

Simple. Schrodinger's penis.