magic. and Voldefetus.
HELLO LIVEJOURNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!
Yes, I'm drunk again. Fucking deal with it.
It's two in the morning and I'm singing along to Tim Minchin songs. I stayed late at work to get caught up on stuff (I was ill on Monday) and I came home and cleaned my house. In my world that means I can drink half a bottle of cheap white wine a friend left in my fridge. W00T.
I did my sigil shoaling last week. I tacked the physical sigils up to a canvas print I have in my closet (it's this and shut up I know how foofy that is IT WAS PINK OK?) and over the course of the week? They have fallen one by one. Not on the floor, though. I THINK they've fallen into one of my comic storage boxes, but I haven't checked as it seems uber mystical that they just keep vanishing. Perhaps they fall as they manifest!
Last weekend we had some friends over. A few of them had played Arkham Asylum with us before, and one of them - Kat - begged us o play again. We did. We did not finish, but it has resulted in our other friends asking when we we can play again. (Or friend Coco - who gets tentacle raped in The Terror at Rock-Out Beach actually looked up gameplay online!) So we're planning an Arkham Brunch. With mimosas. (I say, "it's the perfect mimosa!" a lot now.)
Tomorrow is more promo shit for the musical. This means I get to dress in not much and stand in a shop window and go-go dance. God I love my life.
Last thing: Listen to #180. Everything I ever needed to learn about Harry Potter I learned from Kev and Mosier. The Voldemort fetus alone is worth listening to this whole thing for. Since I sit on my ass for eight hours for work? I listen to podcasta a lot. And this one almost made me piss myself at my desk. Yes.
"I needed a colander!"
Yes, I'm drunk again. Fucking deal with it.
It's two in the morning and I'm singing along to Tim Minchin songs. I stayed late at work to get caught up on stuff (I was ill on Monday) and I came home and cleaned my house. In my world that means I can drink half a bottle of cheap white wine a friend left in my fridge. W00T.
I did my sigil shoaling last week. I tacked the physical sigils up to a canvas print I have in my closet (it's this and shut up I know how foofy that is IT WAS PINK OK?) and over the course of the week? They have fallen one by one. Not on the floor, though. I THINK they've fallen into one of my comic storage boxes, but I haven't checked as it seems uber mystical that they just keep vanishing. Perhaps they fall as they manifest!
Last weekend we had some friends over. A few of them had played Arkham Asylum with us before, and one of them - Kat - begged us o play again. We did. We did not finish, but it has resulted in our other friends asking when we we can play again. (Or friend Coco - who gets tentacle raped in The Terror at Rock-Out Beach actually looked up gameplay online!) So we're planning an Arkham Brunch. With mimosas. (I say, "it's the perfect mimosa!" a lot now.)
Tomorrow is more promo shit for the musical. This means I get to dress in not much and stand in a shop window and go-go dance. God I love my life.
Last thing: Listen to #180. Everything I ever needed to learn about Harry Potter I learned from Kev and Mosier. The Voldemort fetus alone is worth listening to this whole thing for. Since I sit on my ass for eight hours for work? I listen to podcasta a lot. And this one almost made me piss myself at my desk. Yes.
"I needed a colander!"