For those Star Wars fans in my list, I present the best homemade lightsaber battle ever. Everyone else, don't worry, this whole post won't be about Star Wars. I promise.
Last night, I dreamt that I was at a funeral and a few people had brought guns with them. This terribly white-trash guy had brought a big, ugly shotgun and was so impressed with the uber-futuristic machine gun that my father had brought, he asked to see it. Once the hick had my dad's gun, he started firing off test shots. I got up in his face, demanding that he stop that, it's a funeral, goddammit, you're gonna hurt someone. When he wouldn't stop and kept firing more shots, I grabbed the gun, wrestled with him a bit, finally got it away from him and beat him to the ground.
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kiwikat and her hubby shevus were over the other night for enchiladas, we played a friendly and semi-competitive game of Scrabble. Afterwards, I said, "I should take a picture of the board and post it." Then followed the idea to start a Scrabble community called scrabbleshots where people post pictures of their end-of-game Scrabble boards. You know, so you can see other people's games and see what interesting and unique words were used. Get new ideas. Memorize two letter words and q-without-u words. You know, be kind of geeky.
We also decided that Q Without U would be a good band name.
I also had the idea for the ClogBlog, which would be a blog all about wooden shoes. You know, the latest in clog technology, new woods and synthetic woods, care procedures, styles. I suppose the ClogBlog could also be about clogs in your drains, but that's kind of gross and no one wants to see or hear about that. Except things like rotten.com exist so apparently some people want to hear or see about nasty shit. And by shit, I mean both literal and figurative.
In further geek news, we're teaching Ethan to play Dungeons&Dragons tomorrow. I haven't played since I was about fourteen, so it's like re-learning for me. Jacquelyn is going to run a campaign for Ethan and I. I'm half-frightened, half-excited. Good thing I've kept up with the D&D universe through my eternal love for Baldur's Gate II.
Before we play, I'm making egg and cheese biscuits with veggie sausage for breakfast. Then we're watching Edward Scissorhands because, only God know how such a sacrilege occurs, neither Ethan nor Jacquelyn have seen it.
I said the whole post wasn't going to be about Star Wars. I never said it was going to be geekiness-free. Instead the geekiness is free. I won't charge you a penny. Though, I will accept gifts of paid account time. Because that's not geeky at all.
Isn't it weird that the essential hot girl of every movie finds an opportunity to dress in something revealing/flattering/skimpy/sexy, no matter how inappropriate it is for what's going on? Sorry, I've got Indiana Jones and the Raider's of the Lost Ark on and that girl was wearing an evening dress on a Nazi submarine. Perhaps the word I'm looking for is 'incongruous'.
"I need some disbelief to suspend."
So, some of the geekiness of my post has been offset because I quoted Bright Eyes just now and I listened to a Decemberists CD today. See, all that cool music and my unabashed love of all-things-geek and my general aura of irony make me so hipster I can't even deal.
Right.
Or I'm a compulsive liar and I've been making all this up and I'm really going to drink some Budweiser while I watch NASCAR tomorrow.
Last night, I dreamt that I was at a funeral and a few people had brought guns with them. This terribly white-trash guy had brought a big, ugly shotgun and was so impressed with the uber-futuristic machine gun that my father had brought, he asked to see it. Once the hick had my dad's gun, he started firing off test shots. I got up in his face, demanding that he stop that, it's a funeral, goddammit, you're gonna hurt someone. When he wouldn't stop and kept firing more shots, I grabbed the gun, wrestled with him a bit, finally got it away from him and beat him to the ground.
When
kiwikat and her hubby shevus were over the other night for enchiladas, we played a friendly and semi-competitive game of Scrabble. Afterwards, I said, "I should take a picture of the board and post it." Then followed the idea to start a Scrabble community called scrabbleshots where people post pictures of their end-of-game Scrabble boards. You know, so you can see other people's games and see what interesting and unique words were used. Get new ideas. Memorize two letter words and q-without-u words. You know, be kind of geeky.We also decided that Q Without U would be a good band name.
I also had the idea for the ClogBlog, which would be a blog all about wooden shoes. You know, the latest in clog technology, new woods and synthetic woods, care procedures, styles. I suppose the ClogBlog could also be about clogs in your drains, but that's kind of gross and no one wants to see or hear about that. Except things like rotten.com exist so apparently some people want to hear or see about nasty shit. And by shit, I mean both literal and figurative.
In further geek news, we're teaching Ethan to play Dungeons&Dragons tomorrow. I haven't played since I was about fourteen, so it's like re-learning for me. Jacquelyn is going to run a campaign for Ethan and I. I'm half-frightened, half-excited. Good thing I've kept up with the D&D universe through my eternal love for Baldur's Gate II.
Before we play, I'm making egg and cheese biscuits with veggie sausage for breakfast. Then we're watching Edward Scissorhands because, only God know how such a sacrilege occurs, neither Ethan nor Jacquelyn have seen it.
I said the whole post wasn't going to be about Star Wars. I never said it was going to be geekiness-free. Instead the geekiness is free. I won't charge you a penny. Though, I will accept gifts of paid account time. Because that's not geeky at all.
Isn't it weird that the essential hot girl of every movie finds an opportunity to dress in something revealing/flattering/skimpy/sexy, no matter how inappropriate it is for what's going on? Sorry, I've got Indiana Jones and the Raider's of the Lost Ark on and that girl was wearing an evening dress on a Nazi submarine. Perhaps the word I'm looking for is 'incongruous'.
"I need some disbelief to suspend."
So, some of the geekiness of my post has been offset because I quoted Bright Eyes just now and I listened to a Decemberists CD today. See, all that cool music and my unabashed love of all-things-geek and my general aura of irony make me so hipster I can't even deal.
Right.
Or I'm a compulsive liar and I've been making all this up and I'm really going to drink some Budweiser while I watch NASCAR tomorrow.
