G TO THE I TO THE P. AWWWW YEAH.
Before we start, this mofo is huge.
Also, PSA: I feel it only fitting and proper to inform you that as I type this I am sitting in my undies. They are pink and orange striped boyshorts. They say "LOVE BITES" across the ass. I am unsurr[sic] as to whether they refer to the physical act or presence of biting during intercourse and/or intimacy, or if that is a statement in regards to the actual state of being in or out of love with another being.
Carry on.
1. TV shows we wish would swap writing staffs. I have to agree on the Dollhouse-Torchwood swap. I don't watch Dollhouse, but I could do with a few Angely/Buffy-esque eps. This writer says, Torchwood could use some more memorable villains, like the Mayor of Sunnydale or Glory. And Captain Jack needs to have a few episodes of spouting Whedonesque dialogue as he sluts around Cardiff and hits on every adult sentient being he meets.
Sign me the fuck up. (h/t calliopes_pen)
2. pogrebin, your packet went out today! That's the last of them. I am waiting on…5 epistolary entries, and then all shall be revealed! I hope it doesn't suck too hard. Try not to get too excited.
2. Hello peeps! I have done it! I have purchased my plane tickets for the UK!
On October 20th, bright and early, I shall be arriving in Manchester! After 17 odd hours travelling, I suspect I shall look like this:
But then I depart on November 2nd, after which time I feel I should look like this:
Anyway. rejoice.
I don't know where I'm going, once I'm there, and I have no idea what to do with myself. I guess sleeping out on the street isn't an option. Check that: a WISE option. I was thinking that someone else should plan my itinerary. Like, I should hire a trip planner. To make reservations and shit.
Where should I go? I want to see mah peeps. All that other stuff, like, museums and historical landmarks and shit, whateva. Unless Simon Schauma is gonna be there to explain all the naughty bits, I don't care. Don't be insulted. I'm this blasé about my own country's historical shit, too.
Also, I want to pack as light as possible. What's the laundromat situation like, in like, Birmingham? That's my trip halfway point, and I'd like to pack like 6 days' worth of clothes and just wash them rather than pack 2 weeks' worth of clothes.
Also, level with me on the temperature. I say this because I notice that Brits have no concept of the sheer BONE NUMBING COLD that we endure here in PA. They're all like, "Oh! Yes, it's ever so cold!" I don't want to be like, bringing a heavy coat and find out that I have to carry it all the time because IT IS NOT COLD. (That is not a slam on Brits. We just have different perceptions of cold, the ones I have spoken with.)
Also, I need a crash course in money that doesn't go in one ear and out the other, otherwise I'm just going to start throwing…what are these? ::looks at hands full of coins:: dubloons and pieces of eight at the shop keeps and screaming, "IS THIS ENOUGH?" and I think we can all agree that no one wants that. Someone EXPLAINED the money to me, but I just kind of sat there and smiled, because I knew that there was NO WAY I was going to remember it.
True wisdom comes in admitting your faults, and I have no comprehension of monetary systems or maths. Or syllogistic logic. Really, people, you want to be entertained? I can sing and dance poorly, and I can write things, and I'm really good at makeshift jerry rigging of like, EVERYTHING. Anything that involves numbers? Help! Also, I am really good at packing things. Need something packed? I am your person.
Oh hell screw that. I'm an amazing teacher. I don't talk about it much, because I don't do it anymore, but if I had a mutant power, it would be teaching. If I could just walk into a classroom and teach everyday without having to deal with administrative bullshit? That is what I would be doing right the fuck now.
Somehow, this has not helped me learn your funny pound/shilling/pence/WTF is this seven sided coin? ways.
2. copperbadge asked (or I volunteered) pictures of my kid at bedtime under BEAR MOUNTAIN, so
2. And while we're at it, random pictures in a photo dump.
A little night swimming.
She found a pen:
My dad wrote this on the envelope re: my taxes this year.
blue_fjords bought me corndog vs. broccoli. Here they are, ready to throwdown with Gwen:
I don't know who won that.
I WAS PICKING UP THE LETTERS AND THEY WERE JUST ON THE COUCH LIKE THAT.
At one point in time, I felt there was something about this SO IMPORTANT TO SHOW YOU that I took a picture of it, but I cannot for the life of me discern what that might be now. Here it is anyway:
2. Lastly, I had a dream, Byron, which was not all a dream.
I had this dream that Tianyu was brain dead but on life support and had been for a few days. My mother-in-law was there, and it was as if the initial shock and grief had worn off, and we were somewhere, in a kitchen? In a waiting room? Discussing options? And I was explaining to her about how his brain was dead, and that means that even though his body is still working, there's no way there's anything up there in his skull, he isn't going to come back, and she was very accepting, almost chipper about it. She told me that she understood and that she supported whatever decision was made and that she was fully aware that Tianyu was pretty much dead.
Here's the thing, the whole time we were having this conversation? It was with the understood knowledge that after he was dead we were going to eat him. The whole time I was having this conversation in the dream, I kept seeing images of breaded frying chicken and sweetbreads in my head. Like, we both knew this was what was going to happen, and we were kind of…okay with that. Like matter of fact. I mean, it's not like we were all, "WOO HOO PULL THE PLUG! MEAT PARTY!" It was more like, this is something that we do.
A survey of the (2) people on Twitter this morning reveal that I have been watching Dexter, which I have never seen. This is not an opening for you to tell me to watch it or not watch it. Please, people..
Anyway, I don't know what it means. No wait, I think I know what it means, and I should think about that. Because if it means what I think it means, then I might have to rethink the way I am approaching some things in my life. Hrm.
2. GOOD TO KNOW: ROUGHLY 1,400 SLIM JIMS CAN KILL YOU
Also, PSA: I feel it only fitting and proper to inform you that as I type this I am sitting in my undies. They are pink and orange striped boyshorts. They say "LOVE BITES" across the ass. I am unsurr[sic] as to whether they refer to the physical act or presence of biting during intercourse and/or intimacy, or if that is a statement in regards to the actual state of being in or out of love with another being.
Carry on.
1. TV shows we wish would swap writing staffs. I have to agree on the Dollhouse-Torchwood swap. I don't watch Dollhouse, but I could do with a few Angely/Buffy-esque eps. This writer says, Torchwood could use some more memorable villains, like the Mayor of Sunnydale or Glory. And Captain Jack needs to have a few episodes of spouting Whedonesque dialogue as he sluts around Cardiff and hits on every adult sentient being he meets.
Sign me the fuck up. (h/t calliopes_pen)
2. pogrebin, your packet went out today! That's the last of them. I am waiting on…5 epistolary entries, and then all shall be revealed! I hope it doesn't suck too hard. Try not to get too excited.
2. Hello peeps! I have done it! I have purchased my plane tickets for the UK!
On October 20th, bright and early, I shall be arriving in Manchester! After 17 odd hours travelling, I suspect I shall look like this:
But then I depart on November 2nd, after which time I feel I should look like this:
Anyway. rejoice.
I don't know where I'm going, once I'm there, and I have no idea what to do with myself. I guess sleeping out on the street isn't an option. Check that: a WISE option. I was thinking that someone else should plan my itinerary. Like, I should hire a trip planner. To make reservations and shit.
Where should I go? I want to see mah peeps. All that other stuff, like, museums and historical landmarks and shit, whateva. Unless Simon Schauma is gonna be there to explain all the naughty bits, I don't care. Don't be insulted. I'm this blasé about my own country's historical shit, too.
Also, I want to pack as light as possible. What's the laundromat situation like, in like, Birmingham? That's my trip halfway point, and I'd like to pack like 6 days' worth of clothes and just wash them rather than pack 2 weeks' worth of clothes.
Also, level with me on the temperature. I say this because I notice that Brits have no concept of the sheer BONE NUMBING COLD that we endure here in PA. They're all like, "Oh! Yes, it's ever so cold!" I don't want to be like, bringing a heavy coat and find out that I have to carry it all the time because IT IS NOT COLD. (That is not a slam on Brits. We just have different perceptions of cold, the ones I have spoken with.)
Also, I need a crash course in money that doesn't go in one ear and out the other, otherwise I'm just going to start throwing…what are these? ::looks at hands full of coins:: dubloons and pieces of eight at the shop keeps and screaming, "IS THIS ENOUGH?" and I think we can all agree that no one wants that. Someone EXPLAINED the money to me, but I just kind of sat there and smiled, because I knew that there was NO WAY I was going to remember it.
True wisdom comes in admitting your faults, and I have no comprehension of monetary systems or maths. Or syllogistic logic. Really, people, you want to be entertained? I can sing and dance poorly, and I can write things, and I'm really good at makeshift jerry rigging of like, EVERYTHING. Anything that involves numbers? Help! Also, I am really good at packing things. Need something packed? I am your person.
Oh hell screw that. I'm an amazing teacher. I don't talk about it much, because I don't do it anymore, but if I had a mutant power, it would be teaching. If I could just walk into a classroom and teach everyday without having to deal with administrative bullshit? That is what I would be doing right the fuck now.
Somehow, this has not helped me learn your funny pound/shilling/pence/WTF is this seven sided coin? ways.
2. copperbadge asked (or I volunteered) pictures of my kid at bedtime under BEAR MOUNTAIN, so
2. And while we're at it, random pictures in a photo dump.
A little night swimming.
She found a pen:
My dad wrote this on the envelope re: my taxes this year.
blue_fjords bought me corndog vs. broccoli. Here they are, ready to throwdown with Gwen:
I don't know who won that.
I WAS PICKING UP THE LETTERS AND THEY WERE JUST ON THE COUCH LIKE THAT.
At one point in time, I felt there was something about this SO IMPORTANT TO SHOW YOU that I took a picture of it, but I cannot for the life of me discern what that might be now. Here it is anyway:
2. Lastly, I had a dream, Byron, which was not all a dream.
I had this dream that Tianyu was brain dead but on life support and had been for a few days. My mother-in-law was there, and it was as if the initial shock and grief had worn off, and we were somewhere, in a kitchen? In a waiting room? Discussing options? And I was explaining to her about how his brain was dead, and that means that even though his body is still working, there's no way there's anything up there in his skull, he isn't going to come back, and she was very accepting, almost chipper about it. She told me that she understood and that she supported whatever decision was made and that she was fully aware that Tianyu was pretty much dead.
Here's the thing, the whole time we were having this conversation? It was with the understood knowledge that after he was dead we were going to eat him. The whole time I was having this conversation in the dream, I kept seeing images of breaded frying chicken and sweetbreads in my head. Like, we both knew this was what was going to happen, and we were kind of…okay with that. Like matter of fact. I mean, it's not like we were all, "WOO HOO PULL THE PLUG! MEAT PARTY!" It was more like, this is something that we do.
A survey of the (2) people on Twitter this morning reveal that I have been watching Dexter, which I have never seen. This is not an opening for you to tell me to watch it or not watch it. Please, people..
Anyway, I don't know what it means. No wait, I think I know what it means, and I should think about that. Because if it means what I think it means, then I might have to rethink the way I am approaching some things in my life. Hrm.
2. GOOD TO KNOW: ROUGHLY 1,400 SLIM JIMS CAN KILL YOU