Carry on, Mr Bowditch
The Caregroup Christmas party was a combination of Jacob's cg and his father's cg. Games, food, singing, fun fun fun. Stephanie and I were both rather unenthusiastic about the game of charades, but we participated. One of my phrases was "deck the halls." I pretended to slug Jacob (Hall) and his father. That worked pretty well. Didi was not able to complete even one phrase: Handel's Messiah. Thank you, Rebekah T., for that one. Steph, Becky, and Nate gave me a birthday card. That made me happy.
FanSci has kicked off with moderate success. Apparently people were itching to do the whole sf bb thing, but weren't crazy about Flying True or The Jedi Council. Thus, a merger. Woo.
Been playing FF8 on my PC lately. The PC version (a lame port), not the PS version (would probably play better, sadly). It's been so long since I've played. It's a lot of fun. I want to get FFXII.
Today's my flight to Maine. I'm just taking one carry-on bag, my messenger bag. It will contain my computer, my camera, and multiple forms of Munchkin. And Katherine's stuff. :P The only question is how much I can fit in there. Ah, flying. So fast.
My left shoulder feels a bit funky. I really need to start sitting/laying with better posture. It's too difficult, though. Why? Because the only places in the entire house where I can do so are either freezing cold or sticky and gross. I latently despise this useless contraption which devours daily more than sixty percent on my living space.
Nano conclusion forthcoming.
FanSci has kicked off with moderate success. Apparently people were itching to do the whole sf bb thing, but weren't crazy about Flying True or The Jedi Council. Thus, a merger. Woo.
Been playing FF8 on my PC lately. The PC version (a lame port), not the PS version (would probably play better, sadly). It's been so long since I've played. It's a lot of fun. I want to get FFXII.
Today's my flight to Maine. I'm just taking one carry-on bag, my messenger bag. It will contain my computer, my camera, and multiple forms of Munchkin. And Katherine's stuff. :P The only question is how much I can fit in there. Ah, flying. So fast.
My left shoulder feels a bit funky. I really need to start sitting/laying with better posture. It's too difficult, though. Why? Because the only places in the entire house where I can do so are either freezing cold or sticky and gross. I latently despise this useless contraption which devours daily more than sixty percent on my living space.
Nano conclusion forthcoming.