WHEREFORE -- Thursday evenings are incredibly fun AND have been known to cause good moods on Friday;
WHEREFORE -- Friday, by its nature, being the first day of the weekend, inspires a good mood anyway;
WHEREFORE -- the beginning of the week, consisting of the days Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, are notoriously difficult and depressing;
A PROPOSAL is hereforth submitted to move Thursday earlier in the week so as Friday's natural good mood is not wasted, therefore equalizing the balance between gaiety and melancholy, resulting in a more natural state of being.
How much do you want it?
Things heard at gaming Thursday night:
TsuKata: I have Torment for you! xnera: Thank you! I will glady take your Torment!
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Roger: What do you want from me for Servant of the Secret Fire? xnera blushes, remembering TsuKata's post about making Roger do embarassing things for the card Roger: Look, she's blushing! xnera looks to TsuKata for help TsuKata: Say "Legolas is the prettiest". Roger: Legolas is the prettiest. TsuKata: A million times. Roger: I don't have time for that.
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TsuKata: Gondor will see it done. (said numerous times during the evening)
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Roger (shoving a LOTR booster pack in xnera's face): What does this word say? xnera: Trading. Roger looks at xnera triumphantly. xnera: I can read, you know. Roger: You're supposed to trade cards. It's part of the game. xnera: But I'm too new to trading card games. I don't know the cards yet; I don't know what I need or what I can safely give up. Besides, there's a part of my brain that looks at my rares and screams MINE!!!
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Roger (looking through my cards): If I were you, I'd trade that to me. (said regarding three-quarters of the rares in xnera's collection)
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xnera (looking at TsuKata): Shopping? TsuKata: Shopping. (she gets out of her chair) Cute Rob: What is it with girls and shopping? You can't do it alone. xnera: Of course not. It's one of the rules of being female. Roger: They're even worse when it comes to clothes. xnera (to TsuKata as they leave the back room): Actually, I prefer to clothes-shop by myself.
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Roger: What'd you get? What'd you get? (as xnera and TsuKata open their new LOTR boosters)
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xnera: *squeal of feminine delight* I got the rare Frodo! I have Frodo!
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xnera: Are you oggling my rares? (to Roger, as xnera puts her new rares into her binder)
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Cliff: Joining the league? xnera: Yeah. Do you have a prize for last place? 'Cause I'm gonna be in it.
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Roger: I'll trade you rare Sam for Servant of the Secret Fire. You can use Sam to bring out your new Bill the Pony you got for joining the League. xnera: Eh, Bill's not such a great card. TsuKata: Yeah, no one's really playing him. One of the guys whose name I don't know: Who'd want to play a card call Bill the Pony? xnera: Not me. My ex is named Bill.
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Roger: Is there any card you do want? xnera: Moria Swarms. Roger: If I can get you two Swarms will you trade your Bitter Hatred for them? xnera: Maybe.
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Roger: Good news and bad news. xnera: What's that? Roger: I got a Bitter Hatred so I don't need yours. Unfortunately I had to give up my Moria Swarms for it. xnera makes a squealy sound of disappointment) Roger: See, you should've traded with me. xnera glares
It's raining men!
Best part of Thursday night: walking out of the little back room into the main gaming room and realizing how many men were there. Finally, after wondering for months how on earth I could meet guys, here they were. And I didn't feel nervous or awkward, like I would at a bar. Very cool.
Same blog time, same blog channel
On the next episode of Bloggy, the Doldrums Slayer:
Pervy LOTR cards. Conspiracy theories. And adventures in networking. Coming soon to a monitor near you.
Going Through the Motions (from the Buffy Musical):
Will I stay this way forever? Sleepwalk through my life's endeavor? I don't want to be
Going through the motions Losing all my drive I can't even see If this is really me And I just want to be Alive
When There's No One Around (Garth Brooks):
It's four in the morning I'm lyin' in bed A tape of my failures Playin' inside my head It's heartache and hard knocks And things I don't know I listen and I wonder Where will it go
This is a song that nobody knows I still can't begin to describe how it goes But it makes me cry or laugh right out loud It's a song that I sing when there's no one around
Let That Pony Run (Pam Tillis):
'Cause you do what you gotta do And you know what you know You hang on till you can't hang on Then you learn to let go And you get what you need sometimes When it's all said and done You do what you gotta do Then you let that pony run
Sending Me Angels (Kathy Mattea):
I walked down to the river Stood on the shore Seems like the Devil's always tryin' to get in my door Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore Here he comes again, my friend
He keeps sending me angels, here they come a flyin' He keeps sending me angels, to keep me from cryin' He keeps sending me angels, so I won't be blue He keeps sending me angels, just like you
Sending out a huge thank you to my angels. You've been a big help. I love you guys.
Six years is forever in net time. It's been six years since I last received an email from him. I still regret that I let our friendship slip away. Maybe we'd still be friends if I had explained that I didn't email him all summer because I felt weird sending email to his dad's address. Maybe we'd still be friends if I hadn't ignored him because he wasn't as accessible as my other friends online, who were always in the chat rooms. Maybe we'd still be friends if I had had better sense. Maybe.
Even after six years, I long to hear from him again. I long to contact him, but I'm not sure why. Is it just to apologize for being so stupid ? Do I really miss his friendship that much? Or do I miss having someone to safely crush on? Because I did crush on him. How could I not? He had promised he would hold me whenever I wanted. He had asked me when I was going to come visit him. He had called me his shining light. We never formally flirted, but the undercurrent was there.
I think about Josh on nights like this, when I am feeling lonely and longing for romance. I think about him because he is safe. There's no risk, no misunderstandings, no doubts, no fears. But there's also nothing in return: no laughter, no shared moments, no hugs that I so desperately need.
I think about writing him. I plan the moment when we will finally meet in person. I think about it because I am still looking for escapist fantasies. I'm still longing to be rescued. I'm still waiting for the white knight on the horse to come sweep me off my feet.
I think about it because reality is much too scary for me. I think about it because it's been almost two years since I broke up with my boyfriend and I still haven't gone on a date. I think about Josh because I can't figure out why I am so afraid of life.
Four days without blogging. You're in for a long one today. Hope you're comfy.
I heart you!
To Anonymous, who bought CSC Gold for the forum: this blog's for you. You are now my most favorite person on the face of the earth!
HTML Hacking
I rolled out a new look for my writing board yesterday -- only two days later than planned. Go me! I'm working on a sister site to the board. So far I've got the basic layout down, along with several weeks of planned articles. I've got to register the domain and work on the underlying database. Lots to do, but it'll be fun! Now, if only I would do some actual writing...
Just add bowling!
Was eagerly looking forward to this past Saturday, as it was Mensa Meeting day. I love Mensa meetings. What could be better than food, gaming, and discussion about quantum mechanics? And Saturday was going to be even better as some pre-meeting bowling had been planned.
Woke up feeling all oogy on Saturday. Figures. Almost didn't make it to bowling--sleep sounded really good at that point. But dammit, I was looking forward to this day too much. So I stupidly got in the car and almost killed myself by falling asleep at the wheel. Kept finding myself jerking into alertness and needing to move the car back into the center of the lane. Oops.
Arrived at bowling in one piece, but still feeling oogy. Told friends I might just forgo actual bowling and curl up on the seats, or maybe supervise the electronic scoring. Was called a wuss -- hmph! Wandered off in search of juice.
Returned to the lane with Veryfine Fruit Punch and plopped down in the scorer's chair, intending to stay there for the rest of the afternoon. But Cozmic Bowling had other ideas.
First I giggled over my glowing shirt. Then I started dancing in my chair and singing along to the music. Oh heck, maybe I'll bowl just one game. Found a ball, got some shoes, and started to bowl.
Bowling makes me hyper -- always has. I laughed, flirted, told bad jokes, tripped, sang, dance, giggled gleefully at coming in last, and made a complete fool of myself. Who needs alcohol when you have bowling? By the time we left the alley, my ooginess had completely disappeared.
We skipped the lecture at the Mensa meeting, as we were too into the gaming. LOTR, Magic, and Quorridor. *sighs happily* Ah, what a night! Didn't even mind that I got my ass kicked. Hey, at least I survived until the site seven in the last LOTR game, instead of getting killed off by orcs (stupid orcs!) by site three like I normally do.
And I don't care how much Roger begs me. I am not going to trade him my Servant of the Secret Fire card for a Moria Swarms card. I'm too attached to my rares.
But it's supposed to suck, not smoke!
Excuse me, I'm feeling a creative spark...
Woman Survives Encounter With Smoking Vacuum by xnera, staff reporter
All she wanted to do was vacuum her bedroom rug.
"I hadn't vacuumed in months," said xnera, a young homeowner. "It really needed it."
The housecleaning took a dangerous turn when the vacuum began to smoke. "I had just started to vacuum when I noticed that it sounded weird. There was this strange smell, too. I turned off the vacuum and unplugged it. That's when I noticed the smoke pouring out of the back," said xnera.
"Most vacuums have belts in them, which can eventually wear out," said Sal, a salesclerk at Sears. "Perhaps I can interest you in a new beltless model? It's on sale until Friday."
xnera, however, doesn't believe it was a faulty belt that caused the vacuum to smoke.
"I think the vacuum cleaner was mad at me, because I hadn't used it in a while. I think it was trying to get revenge."
Doctors say that xnera is suffering from shock due to the trauma of the incident, and should recover fully with a new Kenmore bagless vacuum (with HEPA filter) and a few weeks of bed rest.
Damn, that itches!
Got bit by the walking bug again. Itchy little sucker. The weather was unseasonably warm on Sunday, so I took a four-mile walk and laughed at everyone still bundled up in their winter jackets. Was pleasantly sore on Monday. Then somebody mentioned the Indianapolis Mini-Marathon, which is the biggest half-marathon in the US. I'm seriously thinking about entering it and seeing if I can beat my time from Disney. I must be nuts.
Lead me not into temptation
I gave up sugar for Lent. No soda, no candy, no cake or cookies.
Girl Scout cookies were delivered this morning at work.
