Freakin' Huge Christmas Update! Now With Pictures!
I said it already, but I'll say it again.
Be warned. This is a freakin' huge post. With self-indulgent pictures (put behind a cut).
It has been a week of partying hard.
On Yule, Sargon and I went to a non-denominational solstice gathering at a friends' house, had some stew and some cider and some fire. I even got up and danced, despite a painfully full belly and the cramped quarters. Everyone seemed to enjoy it. I know I enjoyed it immensely.
It was all improv, so it felt a bit like flying by the seat of my pants, but I did well enough to do myself some credit, at least. It's a lot more fun dancing for people than it is just dancing alone, which is a no-brainer, but the difference is profound enough that I feel I should comment on it. And dancing for friends is best of all.
Wednesday night was a Night of Pain, which consisted of a movie party with spacezombie, Sargon, and I. You have already seen the results of that.
The 'Zombie also picked up his Giftmas Present (Danger Girl!), which he has probably read by now. And, thanks to him, we are now the proud owners of Chaos Bleeds -- one of the Buffy video games -- and the special extended edition of Return of the King.
And, Dude? If I gave you brainworms, I'm sorry. You can always hope they eat the memories of Timeline first.
In other news, on Thursday I got to the mail before Sargon, and I am now the proud owner of a Men-Men zipper bag, which is the perfect size for one of those whisper-quiet ninja stealth maxi pads. As a bonus, it smells like a vinyl swimming pool - one of my favorite non-food smells. And, now that I think about it, it would really be kind of icky if it smelled like strawberries or something.
Thank you, emu_bitter_babe!
Christmas Eve was its own thing. It went well, but that is about all I want to say about it right now. More on that later.
Christmas was fun. We had scrambled eggs and cinnamon rolls, and tore into our presents with a will.
After Sargon and I exchanged gifts, it was time for the presents from the Legion of Doom. There were enough of them that I am petrified I'm leaving something or someone out, though if that's the case, it's not because I don't remember or didn't like it, it's because it immediately got yanked out of the stack of stuff, got separated from its tag, and is being played with. And there's a lot to play with.
Because, by the bright blue bosoms of Ereshkigal, you people sure came through in a pinch.
I made Sargon take pictures of me so you can all appreciate that I make some really goofy faces when I am happy.
Here is our tree, sadly without a tree-topper. And the pile of loot. And yes. Our downstairs room is a MESS.
And here is what I look like without makeup on or food in me, in a sweatshirt three sizes too big. The ONLY REASON I am letting you all see this is because a few of you who sent me stuff did ask if I could get pictures of my reactions. So you get unvarnished me. Lucky you.
That was taken mere moments before I pounced on the presents.
Most of you sent porn. This was just the beginning of a mammoth load.
My goodness, who would EVER send me something like THIS? (Thank you, makesmewannadie.)
Moving on, kittyblue is trying to undo the cruelty of a childhood lived with parents who would not buy me Hello Kitty products. She sent a ridiculously ky00t! book of Hello Kitty pictures, and some 3v3n ky00t3r stationery. I love it! See how much I love it? Oh, and those little candies? Are gone. Yeah.
And someone ordered me a copy of the Phoenix Guards in hardcover (which I believe explains where the hardcover copy I thought I had found went). Since it came from a secondhand dealer (in perfect condition), I don't know who is responsible.
Speak up! I owe you . . . something, anyway. Probably porn!
Here's a cute picture of me, with the long-sought item in question, and Tazendra (named for a character in the book). She is rather less than impressed.
And it must be said that the pile of stuff from shemchadash is truly amazing.
I am told that I turned "a funny color" as I worked my way through the stack. What, exactly, this color was, we have yet to determine. Is "hernia" a color?
In all fairness, I'd be lying if I said I screamed when I opened the big one: the Indiana Jones set, which is one of those things I desperately wanted and would never have been able to justify buying for myself.
I didn't scream because I could barely breathe. Holy crap, dude. (Sargon tells me that is the Cutest Face Ever. I will leave it to you to judge.)
There is more cool porn, from bifemmefatale. I am mightily pleased.
More books were had from Kris, who provided some beautiful hardcover fairytaleage, which I cannot wait to devour (though it might lend a strange taste to anything I write afterwards).
You will notice me making that face a lot.
And this face, which may look like boredom, but is really my "Hey, wow, a present that will require me to actually think!" kentarre, sent me the most smartest and perhaps the most ironic gift of them all: a really neat little book by Octavio Paz about the Marquis de Sade.
The irony is because, for one, I truly do share a birthday with the Marquis. On a geekier note, my latest character is something of an articulate sadist, himself. He insisted I read the book immediately, and I have. And it was very dense, but very good. Kind of like shortbread biscuits, only with . . . err . . . lashings? That metaphor didn't make it. Sorry. But thank you anyway!
Child-hating bitches are indeed love, as umsy proves. She appears intent on turning me into an addict, having sent me the first three Anita Blake books. Thank you, dear. And, no, it bothers me not at all that they were yours. Quite the opposite.
Awww . . . lookit the widdle cobra!!!
And even more smut! As you see, I am starting to suspect a conspiracy.
Thank you, bifemmefatale and makesmewannadie. I'm sure it can't possibly make my mind any dirtier than it already is.
But at last the avalanche of porn is interrupted as the orgy of paper-ripping draws to a close.
Yes, Jenny "Super-duper" Sizemore and David "Da Grooveman" are now DJ-ing the party inside my head, ensuring that I have fluffy girl-pop to listen to while I string together words to make dirty, dirty sentences. And this girl pop is very, very good. Thanks!
Vanessa Carlton has been in my computer all day.
Which does it for the presents.
But what's this I see behind the curtain?
A kitty! Merry Christmas, Mocus!
But the Mocus is not merry.
Is it because of her shamefully hairless tummy?
No. It is because all of the presents have been opened.
Behold the grisly aftermath!
And not a single present for the kitty.
"But what's that?" Sargon says!
A kitty toy, wrapped up just for our stinky little orc-baby!
True to form, she only plays with it hours after we have used up all the film.
Brat.
And, later in the day, 6strings and hennafan showed up and delivered a very cool gift: A JAYNE HAT!!!
I am floored by the coolness, and frustrated that we ran out of film before I could get a picture of it. I will get some of Sargon in it for your amusement just as soon as I can.
And thanks more than words can say to celtie for some timely help. It made all the difference in the world.
So, thanks to all of you, to those who sent gifts, and to those who sent wishes or good thoughts. Touching your lives daily, and being touched in return, has been the most amazing experience of the last year. For maybe the first time in my life, it's been brought home to me that if I am just myself, and don't pretend . . . well . . . that's good enough, dammit, and more than good enough.
This Christmas was merry and was bright. I am truly grateful. And sorry that I could not buy things for all of you, as you all deserve so much more than I have the money to give.
Thank you all.
Oh. One more picture.
Let it never be said I am afraid to look really silly in front of you people.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have lots and lots of movies to watch, books to peruse, and porn to read.
If you need me, I'll be in my bunk.
link
Be warned. This is a freakin' huge post. With self-indulgent pictures (put behind a cut).
It has been a week of partying hard.
On Yule, Sargon and I went to a non-denominational solstice gathering at a friends' house, had some stew and some cider and some fire. I even got up and danced, despite a painfully full belly and the cramped quarters. Everyone seemed to enjoy it. I know I enjoyed it immensely.
It was all improv, so it felt a bit like flying by the seat of my pants, but I did well enough to do myself some credit, at least. It's a lot more fun dancing for people than it is just dancing alone, which is a no-brainer, but the difference is profound enough that I feel I should comment on it. And dancing for friends is best of all.
Wednesday night was a Night of Pain, which consisted of a movie party with spacezombie, Sargon, and I. You have already seen the results of that.
The 'Zombie also picked up his Giftmas Present (Danger Girl!), which he has probably read by now. And, thanks to him, we are now the proud owners of Chaos Bleeds -- one of the Buffy video games -- and the special extended edition of Return of the King.
And, Dude? If I gave you brainworms, I'm sorry. You can always hope they eat the memories of Timeline first.
In other news, on Thursday I got to the mail before Sargon, and I am now the proud owner of a Men-Men zipper bag, which is the perfect size for one of those whisper-quiet ninja stealth maxi pads. As a bonus, it smells like a vinyl swimming pool - one of my favorite non-food smells. And, now that I think about it, it would really be kind of icky if it smelled like strawberries or something.
Thank you, emu_bitter_babe!
Christmas Eve was its own thing. It went well, but that is about all I want to say about it right now. More on that later.
Christmas was fun. We had scrambled eggs and cinnamon rolls, and tore into our presents with a will.
After Sargon and I exchanged gifts, it was time for the presents from the Legion of Doom. There were enough of them that I am petrified I'm leaving something or someone out, though if that's the case, it's not because I don't remember or didn't like it, it's because it immediately got yanked out of the stack of stuff, got separated from its tag, and is being played with. And there's a lot to play with.
Because, by the bright blue bosoms of Ereshkigal, you people sure came through in a pinch.
I made Sargon take pictures of me so you can all appreciate that I make some really goofy faces when I am happy.
Here is our tree, sadly without a tree-topper. And the pile of loot. And yes. Our downstairs room is a MESS.
And here is what I look like without makeup on or food in me, in a sweatshirt three sizes too big. The ONLY REASON I am letting you all see this is because a few of you who sent me stuff did ask if I could get pictures of my reactions. So you get unvarnished me. Lucky you.
That was taken mere moments before I pounced on the presents.
Most of you sent porn. This was just the beginning of a mammoth load.
My goodness, who would EVER send me something like THIS? (Thank you, makesmewannadie.)
Moving on, kittyblue is trying to undo the cruelty of a childhood lived with parents who would not buy me Hello Kitty products. She sent a ridiculously ky00t! book of Hello Kitty pictures, and some 3v3n ky00t3r stationery. I love it! See how much I love it? Oh, and those little candies? Are gone. Yeah.
And someone ordered me a copy of the Phoenix Guards in hardcover (which I believe explains where the hardcover copy I thought I had found went). Since it came from a secondhand dealer (in perfect condition), I don't know who is responsible.
Speak up! I owe you . . . something, anyway. Probably porn!
Here's a cute picture of me, with the long-sought item in question, and Tazendra (named for a character in the book). She is rather less than impressed.
And it must be said that the pile of stuff from shemchadash is truly amazing.
I am told that I turned "a funny color" as I worked my way through the stack. What, exactly, this color was, we have yet to determine. Is "hernia" a color?
In all fairness, I'd be lying if I said I screamed when I opened the big one: the Indiana Jones set, which is one of those things I desperately wanted and would never have been able to justify buying for myself.
I didn't scream because I could barely breathe. Holy crap, dude. (Sargon tells me that is the Cutest Face Ever. I will leave it to you to judge.)
There is more cool porn, from bifemmefatale. I am mightily pleased.
More books were had from Kris, who provided some beautiful hardcover fairytaleage, which I cannot wait to devour (though it might lend a strange taste to anything I write afterwards).
You will notice me making that face a lot.
And this face, which may look like boredom, but is really my "Hey, wow, a present that will require me to actually think!" kentarre, sent me the most smartest and perhaps the most ironic gift of them all: a really neat little book by Octavio Paz about the Marquis de Sade.
The irony is because, for one, I truly do share a birthday with the Marquis. On a geekier note, my latest character is something of an articulate sadist, himself. He insisted I read the book immediately, and I have. And it was very dense, but very good. Kind of like shortbread biscuits, only with . . . err . . . lashings? That metaphor didn't make it. Sorry. But thank you anyway!
Child-hating bitches are indeed love, as umsy proves. She appears intent on turning me into an addict, having sent me the first three Anita Blake books. Thank you, dear. And, no, it bothers me not at all that they were yours. Quite the opposite.
Awww . . . lookit the widdle cobra!!!
And even more smut! As you see, I am starting to suspect a conspiracy.
Thank you, bifemmefatale and makesmewannadie. I'm sure it can't possibly make my mind any dirtier than it already is.
But at last the avalanche of porn is interrupted as the orgy of paper-ripping draws to a close.
Yes, Jenny "Super-duper" Sizemore and David "Da Grooveman" are now DJ-ing the party inside my head, ensuring that I have fluffy girl-pop to listen to while I string together words to make dirty, dirty sentences. And this girl pop is very, very good. Thanks!
Vanessa Carlton has been in my computer all day.
Which does it for the presents.
But what's this I see behind the curtain?
A kitty! Merry Christmas, Mocus!
But the Mocus is not merry.
Is it because of her shamefully hairless tummy?
No. It is because all of the presents have been opened.
Behold the grisly aftermath!
And not a single present for the kitty.
"But what's that?" Sargon says!
A kitty toy, wrapped up just for our stinky little orc-baby!
True to form, she only plays with it hours after we have used up all the film.
Brat.
And, later in the day, 6strings and hennafan showed up and delivered a very cool gift: A JAYNE HAT!!!
I am floored by the coolness, and frustrated that we ran out of film before I could get a picture of it. I will get some of Sargon in it for your amusement just as soon as I can.
And thanks more than words can say to celtie for some timely help. It made all the difference in the world.
So, thanks to all of you, to those who sent gifts, and to those who sent wishes or good thoughts. Touching your lives daily, and being touched in return, has been the most amazing experience of the last year. For maybe the first time in my life, it's been brought home to me that if I am just myself, and don't pretend . . . well . . . that's good enough, dammit, and more than good enough.
This Christmas was merry and was bright. I am truly grateful. And sorry that I could not buy things for all of you, as you all deserve so much more than I have the money to give.
Thank you all.
Oh. One more picture.
Let it never be said I am afraid to look really silly in front of you people.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have lots and lots of movies to watch, books to peruse, and porn to read.
If you need me, I'll be in my bunk.
link