I am the silly!
(xposted to notwearingawire.net)
*singing*
I’ve got chickens…
I’ve got puppets…
I’ve got monkeys, who could ask for anything more!
This weekend.. was a silly, silly weekend. Friday, I started my workday at 7:30 in the frickin’ morning, and with the exception of a 30 minute nap during the day, I didn’t *finish* working until after 1am on *saturday* morning. They got their money’s worth out of me, I’ll tell you that. I’m a sharp cookie, but I do not fare well monitoring 6 concurrent system maintenances at once. But my head only exploded a little, so I think I’ll be ok. No, really, a little duct tape and I’ll be fine.
Saturday was spent sitting around in my jammies and playing WoW until my eyes were about ready to fall out of my head (possibly due to the explosion that occurred the previous night? We’ll never know for sure) and then David (who I guess is now my ex, though that’s weird to say) and I went and had a lovely sushi dinner and then to the Hult center to see the Nutcracker.
It was a rather lackluster performance, and man were those seats spendy, but meh. The tight, tight leotards worn by those male ballerinas (ballerinos?) made it alll worthwhile. Oh, the buttocks! *swoon*
Sunday was the silliest day of all. Up early for yet MORE system maintenance, then more WoW (it posesses addictive qualities, something along the lines of a substance known as “crack cocaine.” More on that later.) and then Sam/Lauren/Damon/Loreen (Samladameen?) came over and we did tabletop RP for a few hours.
Now, to really understand the horribleness of this pun, I have to tell you about our party… We’re playing in Middle Earth (because we’re NERDS!) and so our party consists of a slightly depressed male wood elf (Loreen), a black Numenorian trying to mend his evil ways (Damon), a dwarf looking for her lost kinsmen (Lauren), and a Hobbit trying to prove herself as an adventurer because she’s obsessed with Frodo (ME!).
So the elf was being all down on himself on what a crappy elf he was, failing to run up walls and all that, and I said (because god, I love this pun…) “Awww, Gilanis has low ELF-esteem.”
Damon immediately turns to me and says, “That pun DWARFS all others. Don’t make a HOBBIT of it.”
Lauren commenced to hit him with a pillow about a hojillion times. Ahhhh, good times.
Obviously, I wasn’t out of my silly mood last night either, when I got bored and started a new Tauren character in WoW. Tauren look like big bipedal cows, you see. I can’t even do this exchange justice, because it was so long and so many people were involved that I don’t remember it all, but here are some highlights…
“That’s the worst pun I’ve ever herd!”
“I’m udderly astonished.”
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know what was at steak.”
I wonder if there’s a way to extract chat logs from WoW so I can keep it?
*singing*
I’ve got chickens…
I’ve got puppets…
I’ve got monkeys, who could ask for anything more!
This weekend.. was a silly, silly weekend. Friday, I started my workday at 7:30 in the frickin’ morning, and with the exception of a 30 minute nap during the day, I didn’t *finish* working until after 1am on *saturday* morning. They got their money’s worth out of me, I’ll tell you that. I’m a sharp cookie, but I do not fare well monitoring 6 concurrent system maintenances at once. But my head only exploded a little, so I think I’ll be ok. No, really, a little duct tape and I’ll be fine.
Saturday was spent sitting around in my jammies and playing WoW until my eyes were about ready to fall out of my head (possibly due to the explosion that occurred the previous night? We’ll never know for sure) and then David (who I guess is now my ex, though that’s weird to say) and I went and had a lovely sushi dinner and then to the Hult center to see the Nutcracker.
It was a rather lackluster performance, and man were those seats spendy, but meh. The tight, tight leotards worn by those male ballerinas (ballerinos?) made it alll worthwhile. Oh, the buttocks! *swoon*
Sunday was the silliest day of all. Up early for yet MORE system maintenance, then more WoW (it posesses addictive qualities, something along the lines of a substance known as “crack cocaine.” More on that later.) and then Sam/Lauren/Damon/Loreen (Samladameen?) came over and we did tabletop RP for a few hours.
Now, to really understand the horribleness of this pun, I have to tell you about our party… We’re playing in Middle Earth (because we’re NERDS!) and so our party consists of a slightly depressed male wood elf (Loreen), a black Numenorian trying to mend his evil ways (Damon), a dwarf looking for her lost kinsmen (Lauren), and a Hobbit trying to prove herself as an adventurer because she’s obsessed with Frodo (ME!).
So the elf was being all down on himself on what a crappy elf he was, failing to run up walls and all that, and I said (because god, I love this pun…) “Awww, Gilanis has low ELF-esteem.”
Damon immediately turns to me and says, “That pun DWARFS all others. Don’t make a HOBBIT of it.”
Lauren commenced to hit him with a pillow about a hojillion times. Ahhhh, good times.
Obviously, I wasn’t out of my silly mood last night either, when I got bored and started a new Tauren character in WoW. Tauren look like big bipedal cows, you see. I can’t even do this exchange justice, because it was so long and so many people were involved that I don’t remember it all, but here are some highlights…
“That’s the worst pun I’ve ever herd!”
“I’m udderly astonished.”
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know what was at steak.”
I wonder if there’s a way to extract chat logs from WoW so I can keep it?