The Wonders Never Cease
This weekend was a lot of fun, for sure.
So on Friday night Matt and I ended up over at the infamous Chip and Greg's to hear about the latter's latest horror stories and watch 3:10 to Yuma. Mmmm, mmm, mmm, Christian Bale. I'd have your babies any day. I ended up staying at Matt's and sleeping in till about 2 again the next day, but we hit up both the comic book and nerd stores, which was pretty damn awesome.
That night Eddie and Rich came over to drink, snack, and watch Harold and Kumar. Why? BECAUSE WE WERE GOING TO WHITE CASTLE. Nevermind that the closest one was in Freehold, NJ and about an hour and a half away. WE WERE FUCKING GOING. So we hit the road around 7 or 8 and had an uneventful trip up there. When we arrived the place was all aglow as if it were a beacon to heaven, and we went in and had some timed burger eating contests and general enjoyment. Following that Rich needed pictures for his photography assignment so we creeped on Eddie's aunt's house and then went to sit in the graveyard of this really creepy Russian looking church called St. Vladimir's. Good times. We didn't get back till midnight thirty, and I once again went to Matt's and cause him trouble.
Today I got up and walked back to the Towers since the weather was really nice and then Chels and I picked up Meg for some well-deserved BM. Following lunch we had a whirlwind day where we destroyed King of Prussia yet didn't run ourselves broke. We pretty much looked fucking everywhere, too. I came away with manga and such, Chels got undies, and Meg a London themed charm necklace. Gewd haul. When we were done we had dinner with my parents (who were being awesome) and watched the Dallas vs. New York game.
Tonight Matt, Thomas (a.k.a. Leslie) and I rolled up our characters for the 2008 UD campaign. Les is a werefox barbarian and I'm playtesting Matt's shinigami/soul reaper prestige class he made up at work one day. It's pretty cool and does for the most part follow Bleach-universe rules. My unreleased zanpakutou is a harpoon. I was a fisherperson in my last life. Keeping with tradition lately, I gave my character a retarded Japanese name: 木の鮫だ (Mokuno Sameda) which is a sentence actually. "It's a wooden shark!" I feel I'm making Kishimoto proud somewhere.
The three of us and Ryan also watched Animalympics (why is "Eurasia" a continent but Australia not? and why are the penguins Japanese but the "Calamari Bros." Italian?) and the first half of Ratatouille. We didn't get to finish thanks to Comcast going out like a bitch. Lamers.
In other news, Mr. Xvious of ff.net liked my AzuDai fic "Gang Aft AGley" so much that he went and made a prequel comic for it! Say what you will, but someone liking your stuff enough to dedicate that kind of time and energy to making fanart of it is pretty awesome. And reassuring as I've felt like shit about my writing recently. Anyway, he just asked me today if he can make a comic out of the actual fic too, which I'm happy to let him do. It'll be interesting to see how he views it. And it might even inspire/throttle me enough to get me to finish the damn thing.
Wouldn't that be crazy?
So on Friday night Matt and I ended up over at the infamous Chip and Greg's to hear about the latter's latest horror stories and watch 3:10 to Yuma. Mmmm, mmm, mmm, Christian Bale. I'd have your babies any day. I ended up staying at Matt's and sleeping in till about 2 again the next day, but we hit up both the comic book and nerd stores, which was pretty damn awesome.
That night Eddie and Rich came over to drink, snack, and watch Harold and Kumar. Why? BECAUSE WE WERE GOING TO WHITE CASTLE. Nevermind that the closest one was in Freehold, NJ and about an hour and a half away. WE WERE FUCKING GOING. So we hit the road around 7 or 8 and had an uneventful trip up there. When we arrived the place was all aglow as if it were a beacon to heaven, and we went in and had some timed burger eating contests and general enjoyment. Following that Rich needed pictures for his photography assignment so we creeped on Eddie's aunt's house and then went to sit in the graveyard of this really creepy Russian looking church called St. Vladimir's. Good times. We didn't get back till midnight thirty, and I once again went to Matt's and cause him trouble.
Today I got up and walked back to the Towers since the weather was really nice and then Chels and I picked up Meg for some well-deserved BM. Following lunch we had a whirlwind day where we destroyed King of Prussia yet didn't run ourselves broke. We pretty much looked fucking everywhere, too. I came away with manga and such, Chels got undies, and Meg a London themed charm necklace. Gewd haul. When we were done we had dinner with my parents (who were being awesome) and watched the Dallas vs. New York game.
Tonight Matt, Thomas (a.k.a. Leslie) and I rolled up our characters for the 2008 UD campaign. Les is a werefox barbarian and I'm playtesting Matt's shinigami/soul reaper prestige class he made up at work one day. It's pretty cool and does for the most part follow Bleach-universe rules. My unreleased zanpakutou is a harpoon. I was a fisherperson in my last life. Keeping with tradition lately, I gave my character a retarded Japanese name: 木の鮫だ (Mokuno Sameda) which is a sentence actually. "It's a wooden shark!" I feel I'm making Kishimoto proud somewhere.
The three of us and Ryan also watched Animalympics (why is "Eurasia" a continent but Australia not? and why are the penguins Japanese but the "Calamari Bros." Italian?) and the first half of Ratatouille. We didn't get to finish thanks to Comcast going out like a bitch. Lamers.
In other news, Mr. Xvious of ff.net liked my AzuDai fic "Gang Aft AGley" so much that he went and made a prequel comic for it! Say what you will, but someone liking your stuff enough to dedicate that kind of time and energy to making fanart of it is pretty awesome. And reassuring as I've felt like shit about my writing recently. Anyway, he just asked me today if he can make a comic out of the actual fic too, which I'm happy to let him do. It'll be interesting to see how he views it. And it might even inspire/throttle me enough to get me to finish the damn thing.
Wouldn't that be crazy?