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Mm. Brief coverage of my week.

Mom's b-day was friday. She got poetry (Which is becoming sort of my MO) and a homemade aromatherapy kit from me. My dad went to Walmart and got surprisingly awesome cake, and then stressed her out beyond all need over Iron Man, so instead of seeing that we watched more CSI:NY. Mmm. Mac, Flack, Danny. A multifacated ( Read more... )

So, Saturday night we had gameage. As per usual, it involved a great deal of the players doing things that I had never evern thought of them doing. And Irwin (Played by my Mom) kept flying off the handle and getting into fights with the NPCs about slavery and oppression and necromancy (He's against them all, in case you wondered).

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I. Made. Breakfast!

Than I watched Batman. Is there anything more nostalgically awesome than that speech? You know the one.

I am vengeance! I am the night! I! Am! Batman!

All while hanging off an out off control zeppelin and talking to fevered hullucinations. Awesome.

Back to breakfast. I scrambled eggs! Without any help, neither. And I put cheese ( Read more... )

Okay, so my Screnzy never really got off the ground. I didn't like or understand the vast majority of the characters, the dialog was stilted, the plot by turns contrived and nonexistent, and the things that make me snort coffee on the screen were totally failing to translate.

It must not have been dwarven, because it was crap.

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