It's been forever since I've posted, so I'll try to sum things up somewhat quickly.
Visited folks in Missouri. Had lots of fun, got Christmas presents, including Half-Blood Prince on DVD, and Final Fantasy Dissida. Also got a snuggie. Best thing ever. Got gift cards for Bath & Body Works and Borders. Got Brom's book The Devil's Rose with the Border's gift card.
Folks took my brother and I to see White Christmas at the Kansas City Music Hall. We also went and saw Avatar on 3D IMAX. Oh, and we went to the Federal Reserve and checked out their money museum. As a free souvenir we got plastic bags filled real money (around $165 worth) in tiny tiny shreds. We got to watch one of the sorting/destruction rooms - which is similar but very different from how they show it in the movie Mad Money. Unsurprisingly.
Got a job offer while I was visiting them. Followed up on it when I got home. Thanks to
centeroffate I now have a part time job moderating the History.com message boards.
Whenever I come across a post in the World War II forums where someone assigns a gender to a country, I mentally object to them getting it incorrect. Austria is not a girl, tyvm. Oh Hetalia, how you've warped my mind. ;)I thought Fandom Wank was bad, but my god, when Nazis and the Holocaust are not off topic... *insert epic facepalm*
I swear there are more nutjobs on that site than there are on /b/. They put the fun in history and I enjoy myself while working. Some of the stuff they come up with/do is hilarious. Like today someone (correctly) reported themself for breaking ToS.
This past week I crammed into a jeep with my relatives and we drove down to La Porte, IN for my Great Aunt Pat's funeral. It was a lovely service, only marred by the fact that one of my relatives and her best friend decided it was in good taste to come to their grandmother's funeral dressed like they were going out on the town. She was wearing a black lace shirt and then this suspendered skirt that barely came past her ass and a little lolita hat pinned to the side of her head. Her friend looked like one of those cigarette selling girls from the 30s-50s and her hat was leopard print.
The funeral procession included like 40 cars and took an hour through winding roads to get to the cemetery when we could have been there in 15 minutes if we'd taken the main roads. My uncle, his girlfriend, her son and my sister were in another car and they ran out of gas just as they pulled into the gas station after we left the cemetery. He was pissed off so we skipped out on the luncheon after the funeral because it would involve more backtracking and went to IHOP instead.
Despite the close conditions in the jeep, we had tons of fun cracking jokes and talking about various things. It was me, my mom, my uncle, my cousin and her boyfriend. Topics included anything and everything you can think of including goatse, 2 girls 1 cup, tub girl, casinos, Hooters, zizi (French Canadian slang for cock), the aforementioned girls and their terrible choice in funeral attire, True Blood, Mad Men, Man v. Food, Top Chef, Avatar, Sherlock Holmes, Haiti, conspiracy theory shit... so on and so forth.