Load up for the weekend
Fridays in four day work weeks seem to take twice as long to arrive. Now, for me, that is in part because I took a lot of trips back to my previous weekend, living that time through again, and then popping back to the "Now", which effectively added days to my week. However, at least those were happy weekend days shoved in the middle of, say, a Tuesday afternoon. However, popping out of time for three days to return one second later, while in the middle of a meeting can be a little disorientation - even for someone so experienced at it as I.
Anyway, the weekend has arrived, and it is promising me that it's going to be full of wonderful delights and delightful wonders. It better fucking be, or I'm going to find it and kick its ass. As a precursor to the wonderful weekend we are all about to have (*points at the weekend* You better be listening), I figured I'd start things off right with a picpost. Some kittahs have been telling me that I need to post them more, sooner, and now. Well, I can't just leave hungry for post kittah hungry; here we go!
Kittah sez "Moar Pls!"
Awwww! How can I say no to you?
So, weekend! I don't know about you all, but I've got some exciting stuff planned. If you don't have plans already, maybe I can offer some helpful suggestions? How about a little game of solo-hand ball, if ya know what I mean?
No, no - like this...
Now, if that doesn't get the ball rolling for ya, let's see... how about stuffed animal husbandry? Did you not know that you could breed your stuffed animals? Where have you been? Everyone's doing this nowadays. I, myself, am raising a super-cute batch of stuffed froggies. Take a look-see...
If mating stuffed animals doesn't get you going, how about a little baking. You could, if you'd like, make me a birthday cake; I need one of those. Nothing fancy, of course. Just a simple cake. I don't have a particular recipe, but this pic should help.
I'm sure you can figure it out from there. I have faith in you and your ability to sight-read how to bake something from a picture. *gets a fork* No rush.
If baking doesn't get a rise out of you, perhaps you should take in a movie. Did ya hear, they are releasing yet another re-cut of the original Star Wars? I understand they did this new edit to appeal to the newer generation of kids, raised on the internets. As such, it's pretty much just one slash-fic scene after another.
If hot droid sex doesn't turn your crank, then perhaps you should just stay home and catch up on some Dr. Who. Alternately, I can save you some time with this handy summary.
*dusts off hands* There ya go.
Of course, there's no real reason to watch Dr. Who now, since Disney bought the rights and is going to redo the whole thing as a three movie series. You didn't hear about this?
I understand they plan to go through four regenerations per movie. Thereafter, they are going to make a 4th movie, the 13th doctor, in which they wrap everything up.
What? Why are you looking at me like that?
OK, pig, I'm sorry. I was just kidding. Disney didn't buy the rights to Dr. Who. My understanding is that the rights were actually acquired by a farakavex - sorta an interdimensional monkey-like being...
... and it is allowing Disney to produce the Dr. Who movies - after they pay the farakavex a tidy fee, natch. I know, those farakavexs are awful, awful creatures.
Ya know what - I can feel the pain of you Dr. Who fans out there. To protect you from this horror to come, I'll send one of my top assassins to pick off all those involved in this Disney movie deal.
I know - she doesn't look like much, but that is why she is so effective. No one expects her to be an assassin.
In other news, with all the various recent ruling about governmental power and what exactly your rights are, you may have not heard that we've shifted over to an Opt-In model for rights.
Be sure to activate them before the July 4th deadline, or you won't be able to have any rights for a full year.
Now, on the plus side, I understand that those with no rights get relocated to a special happy island, where there is plenty of green growing things, and scenic vistas. Let's see I can pull that island up on the satellite here...
Huh. Well that explains why this pamphlet lists ice cube harvesting as the prime recreational activity.
Well, if you do end up stuck on no-rights island, don't worry. Head across the ice in the direction of the setting sun. When you reach open water, climb onto an ice flow and do your best to row your way further on. Eventually, you will reach a rocky mainland. Once you climb up from the coastal area, you will find an ancient road.
Follow it; it will be a rough going and slow journey, but if you manage to avoid the gorilla-bears along the way, you will eventually make it to a land of freedom and hope.
I understand the natives call it "Canadia" - Sure, everyone says it's a myth; but what you going to do? Stay out there harvesting ice-cubes for a year until you can re-opt in for your rights? Trust me, better to risk a dangerous cross water and land voyage than wasting a year of your life fulfilling the ice cube needs of the new Denny's in China.
And now, before closing, let me leave you with this nifty pic...
...which is a nice transition, since the next few pics come from a sexy red-head I know in real life.
jasra sent over four pics for my post.
Some folks were asking her how it is that she has such wonderful, kinky hair. The truth is that it is acquired via a mystical quest. True story. Here's how it goes. First you need to find the key to the portal. The problem is, there are many many keys.
Choose poorly, and you will be transformed into an extra in that new Disney Dr. Who movie.
Once you have used the proper key to get beyond the portal, you will need to pass through the strangleroot wood.
Nothing to fear here. Unless you count the constant attempts by the strangleroots to detach your head from your body. *waves dismissively*
After the wood, you will come to a clearing. Therein is a table spread with all manner of teapots. Those who are truly worthy will know which is the true teapot and will drink only from it.
Those who drink the wrong tea have their memories washed away, being replaced only with the vague notion that Folger's coffee is both just as good as the coffee you get at fancy coffee houses AND it is the best part of waking up.
Those who drink the correct tea, they phase-shift into the realm of coiled locks. There, a variety of hair colors are to be seen, and by merely touching the one of your choice, you will miraculously have a full head of that hair.
The tricky part is that the hair is full of mischief, and this mischief gets into to whomever has such hair upon his or her head. That said, it is a small price to pay.
Now
xtina also had some contributions for this week's picpost, like she often does.
First off, she was concerned that some would not be aware of her feelings toward certain fonts. She felt it was important that everyone was advised on this matter.
Note, wearing a t-shirt with serif fonts might also get you shot, but rest assured, you would just be collateral damage - the fonts would be the target.
And while we are on the subject of t-shirts, someone created this remarkably efficient shirt:
Buy one for the introvert that you love.
xtina had also noticed that, while I had put up (on Facebook) some this-and-that pictures from my last visit out her way, I hadn't posted any pictures from the more substantive parts of the visit. That is because, of course, there are some things that simply cannot be photographed. Or because it is considered rude by some supernatural beings to attempt to photograph them. Fortunately, they don't have a problem with artist-rendered depictions.
So, one of the secret activities we engaged in while I was visiting was an unlikely circumstance nexus hunt. Of course, to do that, you need a hunting cat and a hunting dog; by combining their keen senses, plus one's own analytical abilities, the nexus can be found and captured. Here you see
xtina with her cat and dog, and her nexus spear, of course.
Rest assured, friends, all nexuses that we speared were consumed in whole; nothing was wasted. And they were delicious in a way in which no mortal being can ever, and now most certainly will never, experience.
We also had a late evening visit with the Queen of the Birds. Before receiving an actual audience with her, we were entertained by the many minstrels and dancers of her court. The swan ballerina put on a remarkable performance while one of the Queen's own children played violin. It was so beautiful that some few children across thirty different worlds were infused with a touch of supernatural enlightenment, just for having the happenstance of being born during the time that the performance was afoot.
When the queen finally did come out to greet us, she was a wonder to behold. Moreover, her voice was like the rising of the sun, a momentary glimpse of a shooting star, and the sudden pounding of a stormy sea, all at once. Even this old devil would sometimes cry when she spoke.
It was a lovely time right up until an annoying time-spider came dashing down the web of creation, emerging into phase right amongst us.
This, shattered the moment, and it was over. The court was redistributed across all possibilities. No telling when and/or where it will be able to reform again. Damn time spiders.
To settle down from the rampaging spider and the sudden dissolution of the court,
xtina took me for some drinks. She knew a good place to go, even if it was in the mortal realms. They served a drink that she thought would be pleasing unto me.
She was, as always, correct.
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Anyway, the weekend has arrived, and it is promising me that it's going to be full of wonderful delights and delightful wonders. It better fucking be, or I'm going to find it and kick its ass. As a precursor to the wonderful weekend we are all about to have (*points at the weekend* You better be listening), I figured I'd start things off right with a picpost. Some kittahs have been telling me that I need to post them more, sooner, and now. Well, I can't just leave hungry for post kittah hungry; here we go!
Kittah sez "Moar Pls!"
Awwww! How can I say no to you?
So, weekend! I don't know about you all, but I've got some exciting stuff planned. If you don't have plans already, maybe I can offer some helpful suggestions? How about a little game of solo-hand ball, if ya know what I mean?
No, no - like this...
Now, if that doesn't get the ball rolling for ya, let's see... how about stuffed animal husbandry? Did you not know that you could breed your stuffed animals? Where have you been? Everyone's doing this nowadays. I, myself, am raising a super-cute batch of stuffed froggies. Take a look-see...
If mating stuffed animals doesn't get you going, how about a little baking. You could, if you'd like, make me a birthday cake; I need one of those. Nothing fancy, of course. Just a simple cake. I don't have a particular recipe, but this pic should help.
I'm sure you can figure it out from there. I have faith in you and your ability to sight-read how to bake something from a picture. *gets a fork* No rush.
If baking doesn't get a rise out of you, perhaps you should take in a movie. Did ya hear, they are releasing yet another re-cut of the original Star Wars? I understand they did this new edit to appeal to the newer generation of kids, raised on the internets. As such, it's pretty much just one slash-fic scene after another.
If hot droid sex doesn't turn your crank, then perhaps you should just stay home and catch up on some Dr. Who. Alternately, I can save you some time with this handy summary.
*dusts off hands* There ya go.
Of course, there's no real reason to watch Dr. Who now, since Disney bought the rights and is going to redo the whole thing as a three movie series. You didn't hear about this?
I understand they plan to go through four regenerations per movie. Thereafter, they are going to make a 4th movie, the 13th doctor, in which they wrap everything up.
What? Why are you looking at me like that?
OK, pig, I'm sorry. I was just kidding. Disney didn't buy the rights to Dr. Who. My understanding is that the rights were actually acquired by a farakavex - sorta an interdimensional monkey-like being...
... and it is allowing Disney to produce the Dr. Who movies - after they pay the farakavex a tidy fee, natch. I know, those farakavexs are awful, awful creatures.
Ya know what - I can feel the pain of you Dr. Who fans out there. To protect you from this horror to come, I'll send one of my top assassins to pick off all those involved in this Disney movie deal.
I know - she doesn't look like much, but that is why she is so effective. No one expects her to be an assassin.
In other news, with all the various recent ruling about governmental power and what exactly your rights are, you may have not heard that we've shifted over to an Opt-In model for rights.
Be sure to activate them before the July 4th deadline, or you won't be able to have any rights for a full year.
Now, on the plus side, I understand that those with no rights get relocated to a special happy island, where there is plenty of green growing things, and scenic vistas. Let's see I can pull that island up on the satellite here...
Huh. Well that explains why this pamphlet lists ice cube harvesting as the prime recreational activity.
Well, if you do end up stuck on no-rights island, don't worry. Head across the ice in the direction of the setting sun. When you reach open water, climb onto an ice flow and do your best to row your way further on. Eventually, you will reach a rocky mainland. Once you climb up from the coastal area, you will find an ancient road.
Follow it; it will be a rough going and slow journey, but if you manage to avoid the gorilla-bears along the way, you will eventually make it to a land of freedom and hope.
I understand the natives call it "Canadia" - Sure, everyone says it's a myth; but what you going to do? Stay out there harvesting ice-cubes for a year until you can re-opt in for your rights? Trust me, better to risk a dangerous cross water and land voyage than wasting a year of your life fulfilling the ice cube needs of the new Denny's in China.
And now, before closing, let me leave you with this nifty pic...
...which is a nice transition, since the next few pics come from a sexy red-head I know in real life.
jasra sent over four pics for my post.
Some folks were asking her how it is that she has such wonderful, kinky hair. The truth is that it is acquired via a mystical quest. True story. Here's how it goes. First you need to find the key to the portal. The problem is, there are many many keys.
Choose poorly, and you will be transformed into an extra in that new Disney Dr. Who movie.
Once you have used the proper key to get beyond the portal, you will need to pass through the strangleroot wood.
Nothing to fear here. Unless you count the constant attempts by the strangleroots to detach your head from your body. *waves dismissively*
After the wood, you will come to a clearing. Therein is a table spread with all manner of teapots. Those who are truly worthy will know which is the true teapot and will drink only from it.
Those who drink the wrong tea have their memories washed away, being replaced only with the vague notion that Folger's coffee is both just as good as the coffee you get at fancy coffee houses AND it is the best part of waking up.
Those who drink the correct tea, they phase-shift into the realm of coiled locks. There, a variety of hair colors are to be seen, and by merely touching the one of your choice, you will miraculously have a full head of that hair.
The tricky part is that the hair is full of mischief, and this mischief gets into to whomever has such hair upon his or her head. That said, it is a small price to pay.
Now
xtina also had some contributions for this week's picpost, like she often does.
First off, she was concerned that some would not be aware of her feelings toward certain fonts. She felt it was important that everyone was advised on this matter.
Note, wearing a t-shirt with serif fonts might also get you shot, but rest assured, you would just be collateral damage - the fonts would be the target.
And while we are on the subject of t-shirts, someone created this remarkably efficient shirt:
Buy one for the introvert that you love.
xtina had also noticed that, while I had put up (on Facebook) some this-and-that pictures from my last visit out her way, I hadn't posted any pictures from the more substantive parts of the visit. That is because, of course, there are some things that simply cannot be photographed. Or because it is considered rude by some supernatural beings to attempt to photograph them. Fortunately, they don't have a problem with artist-rendered depictions.
So, one of the secret activities we engaged in while I was visiting was an unlikely circumstance nexus hunt. Of course, to do that, you need a hunting cat and a hunting dog; by combining their keen senses, plus one's own analytical abilities, the nexus can be found and captured. Here you see
xtina with her cat and dog, and her nexus spear, of course.
Rest assured, friends, all nexuses that we speared were consumed in whole; nothing was wasted. And they were delicious in a way in which no mortal being can ever, and now most certainly will never, experience.
We also had a late evening visit with the Queen of the Birds. Before receiving an actual audience with her, we were entertained by the many minstrels and dancers of her court. The swan ballerina put on a remarkable performance while one of the Queen's own children played violin. It was so beautiful that some few children across thirty different worlds were infused with a touch of supernatural enlightenment, just for having the happenstance of being born during the time that the performance was afoot.
When the queen finally did come out to greet us, she was a wonder to behold. Moreover, her voice was like the rising of the sun, a momentary glimpse of a shooting star, and the sudden pounding of a stormy sea, all at once. Even this old devil would sometimes cry when she spoke.
It was a lovely time right up until an annoying time-spider came dashing down the web of creation, emerging into phase right amongst us.
This, shattered the moment, and it was over. The court was redistributed across all possibilities. No telling when and/or where it will be able to reform again. Damn time spiders.
To settle down from the rampaging spider and the sudden dissolution of the court,
xtina took me for some drinks. She knew a good place to go, even if it was in the mortal realms. They served a drink that she thought would be pleasing unto me.
She was, as always, correct.
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