they tell me to act my age--well, I am
I used to collect marbles. This makes me want to take up the hobby again.
Oh, and lunaris_? Do you know about this site? They've got Princess Gwen!
So I spent the day with a hugely hyperactive teenage boy. He's moved past tugging on my beard to poking me at random intervals, and banging hard on his knees with one of those pressed-glue-and-sawdust fire logs. (No, I don't know why he did that, either. You wanna know what he said when I asked? "I...*shuddered inhale*...don't know..." As he's curled up in a semi-fetal ball on the floor from the pain. Whoa.
Made me think about my childhood, it did. Most of my really dumb things involved hurting other people, not me. Most of my other cousin's foibles involved hurting himself. And guess what, his son is just like him, hurting himself for bizarre deranged senseless reasons.
Huh.
Missed Firefly tonight, because they're not on Comcast over here, they're on Dish, which means that Firefly actually came on at four o'clock today, due o. And I nearly didn't get to see Battlestar Galactica, because my other cousin's wife? She can't stand the show. Weird. Best damn sf show we've got right now, and she hates it. (Oh, but she thought Constantine was cute, and she loved The Dukes of Hazzard. Yeah. Okay. Die. Now.)
Other cousin just played this. Apologies to the smart blondes in the audience--I know they exist--but you know what? Stupid lasts longer, seems to have more endurance for the long haul, and apparently is here to stay. And sadly, I know there are people exactly this stupid on the planet. Far too close to me, damn it.
Speaking of really stupid things...so I come over here and ask if shopping can be done so I don't get stuck eating CEREAL for...however long. Today? My other cousin's wife brings home a quiche. From a really ritzy deli--it's asiago and feta-infused eggs-in-custard layered with pesto, artichoke hearts, pine nuts, onions, mushrooms and whole basil. (Which to my mind, means basil is in there twice, morons. Just list pesto, no one's going to freak on you.)
For what she spent on that one quiche? I could've gotten six entrees. Or four packs of Gardenburgers. And sure, yeah, because the thing is RICH AS HELL it's going to last for a while. But, still--woman is bitching about money, bitching about having to take me out shopping because I want "weird food" in her house--this is the same woman who brings me home designer quiche and is perfectly happy with 1% milk-flavored water, WHITE DAMN BREAD, and who has a 40-pack of Hot Pockets in her freezer. Jesus. I didn't know Hot Pockets came in 40-packs. Dude.
*shakes head*
Yeah, I don't get my family. Maybe I was adopted?
Oh, and lunaris_? Do you know about this site? They've got Princess Gwen!
So I spent the day with a hugely hyperactive teenage boy. He's moved past tugging on my beard to poking me at random intervals, and banging hard on his knees with one of those pressed-glue-and-sawdust fire logs. (No, I don't know why he did that, either. You wanna know what he said when I asked? "I...*shuddered inhale*...don't know..." As he's curled up in a semi-fetal ball on the floor from the pain. Whoa.
Made me think about my childhood, it did. Most of my really dumb things involved hurting other people, not me. Most of my other cousin's foibles involved hurting himself. And guess what, his son is just like him, hurting himself for bizarre deranged senseless reasons.
Huh.
Missed Firefly tonight, because they're not on Comcast over here, they're on Dish, which means that Firefly actually came on at four o'clock today, due o. And I nearly didn't get to see Battlestar Galactica, because my other cousin's wife? She can't stand the show. Weird. Best damn sf show we've got right now, and she hates it. (Oh, but she thought Constantine was cute, and she loved The Dukes of Hazzard. Yeah. Okay. Die. Now.)
Other cousin just played this. Apologies to the smart blondes in the audience--I know they exist--but you know what? Stupid lasts longer, seems to have more endurance for the long haul, and apparently is here to stay. And sadly, I know there are people exactly this stupid on the planet. Far too close to me, damn it.
Speaking of really stupid things...so I come over here and ask if shopping can be done so I don't get stuck eating CEREAL for...however long. Today? My other cousin's wife brings home a quiche. From a really ritzy deli--it's asiago and feta-infused eggs-in-custard layered with pesto, artichoke hearts, pine nuts, onions, mushrooms and whole basil. (Which to my mind, means basil is in there twice, morons. Just list pesto, no one's going to freak on you.)
For what she spent on that one quiche? I could've gotten six entrees. Or four packs of Gardenburgers. And sure, yeah, because the thing is RICH AS HELL it's going to last for a while. But, still--woman is bitching about money, bitching about having to take me out shopping because I want "weird food" in her house--this is the same woman who brings me home designer quiche and is perfectly happy with 1% milk-flavored water, WHITE DAMN BREAD, and who has a 40-pack of Hot Pockets in her freezer. Jesus. I didn't know Hot Pockets came in 40-packs. Dude.
*shakes head*
Yeah, I don't get my family. Maybe I was adopted?