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.

PSA

Soooo... I'm filtering comments now. Why? Because I hate anon posting. You don't have to give your address, but just a little something to let me know who the fuck you are.

I found a comment up last night that I took down for just that reason. It was a question, one that my TMI ass would have happily answered if it had been signed. But it wasn't. So instead, it just creeped me out. Maybe it was a spammer. Maybe it was a pervy ass stalker.

If it was a pervy ass stalker, all I ask is that you make up some handle to sign your shit and I'll let your comments stand. I mean cause, what fun is masturbating to the thought of your greasy fingered questions if I don't have a name to scream out?

Santa is a strange man

Ah, the horror and allure of that stranger in a strange suit, propped up in the middle of the mall.

I have two memories of Santa's lap.

One, from when I was small. I remember crying, because I was left alone on the lap of a strange man. I remember being told not to cry and instead smile for the picture. I remember the hyper elf trying to snap a picture between my screams.

The other memory of Santa's lap is from highschool... and group of us piling around him for a group photo. How cute! Yeah, I was the one rubbing up against his lap, trying to give Santa a hard on... for the sheer perversion factor. Tee hee!

Happy Fucking Holidays!