Since 1998 or so, I've had BIG CHANGE years every three years like clockwork. Usually, there are smaller-scale changes scattered throughout, but nothing on the order of the three-year cycle. I tend to lump the tail and beginning ends of the surrounding years in, because it seems like a fair bit happens on the edges, too ( Read more... )

A couple of weeks ago now, Bek and I headed up to Spring Green, Wisconsin for our first weekend together (and our first mini-road-trip). What, you might ask, is so compelling about Spring Green, Wisconsin?

Why, House on the Rock, of course. I'd been once before, with M, and Bek had never been (but had read about the place in American Gods). The ( Read more... )

That was a hell of a weekend. Let me dump my brain for you:

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The term snowclone makes me unreasonably, giddily happy.

Also, text message exchange with punkbeaver from earlier today that's still making me giggle:

"My arms are still sore. Who is too competitive?"
"My arm's aren't sore, but they aren't work right today. But then, I didn't keep throwing the cow."
"But I love to throw the cow."

Because I didn't do a brain dump for Elf, I lost things. Here's one for Wild Ma[j|g]i[c|k|ck]. (Official Loth communications spell it at least three different ways, so I figured I'd cover my bases ( Read more... )

Last night was my first night not working on kewpie for a week or so (though I cheated and worked for a while at the beginning of the evening after getting home from Circle-M at 8pm). M made what was perhaps the best lasagna I've ever had, and we started watching the first season of the British dramedy Sugar Rush, about a lesbian teenager and the ( Read more... )

Best line from the party last night. By Bek, as we were talking about her neo-nazi co-worker and the crap-assedness of Hitler's art:

"Well, if you look at the holocaust as a giant piece of performance art. . . "

I'm getting a tattoo pretty much as soon as I can, though probably at this point it'll be after M and I get back from Omaha. It will be on the front of my thigh, and it ( will look like this: )