Everything Old Is New Again
Been reliving my childhood by reassembling some of my favorite lego sets from when I was little. Tonight, I put together the Supernova II, the Spectral Starguider, Lagoon Lockup, and Sabre Island. None of these are particularly complicated to build but finding the pieces amid a pile of other legos can be a challenge. Also, I had been drinking. I've been considering attempting to rebuild the Imperial Trading Post but am a little worried I've lost some pieces over the years.
I was easily the most offensive person at Drew's New Year's Eve dinner party but it seemed to work out fine; every group needs an abrasive, drunk guy. Furthermore, I managed to make it home alone to my own bed--or the one I'm calling my own for now. So, to review, I ended the year by drinking an entire bottle of champagne (among other things) and making fun of Drew for being ridiculous and began the year by waking in my own bed sans probably underage strangers.
Then the Ducks lost which was a bit of a downer not because I follow football but because I can't tell my awesome joke anymore:
Q: What to Buckeyes and cornflakes have in common?
A: They both get soft in a bowl!
In fact, they remained firm in the bowl and the Ducks, yes, quacked under pressure. Maybe next year. This may be the first time I have ever written about sports.
So, until a few days ago, I was under the impression that cosplay existed only in the realm of sexual fetishism but apparently it is sort of platonic as well? Who knew? No, I won't be making a costume and attending a convention now; my Captain Phallus costume begins and ends in the bedroom... and occasionally the kitchen. TRY TO ENJOY ANY OF MY BAKED GOODS WITH THAT MENTAL IMAGE.
-gf