Smegging.
This is a slight change-of-pace here, but I really wanted to share this. I love my online friends, I really do. I've got so many people on Facebook that I met through my old blog, the RPG I was addicted to for a year and a half of my life, and FF.net, amongst other various places. They are pretty much all freaks in one way or another, and they are all dear to me in some way. Sure, I run the risk of being murdered in my bed, but I've been on the internet my whole life and it hasn't happened yet.
The other night I logged into my multi account on Kingdomofloathing (The only online game I indulge in. Mainly because it's free, its absurd, and works well with slow internet connections.) And was talking to my friend in Chicago, Loathy. Amazing wasn't on, but his daughter Teke was, so the three of us got involved in some discussion. It evolved into an emoted story where Loathy trained under me, his sensei, to fight his brother who was making fun of him for something geeky, I forget. It was flipping awesome.
Then the website shut down for a half hour like it does every night and he and I converged on our clan chat channel once more, joined by Sketch, a mildly perverted high school student in Oregon. I couldn't tell you what we were talking about, but I was suddenly sent an in game gift by him. It was a plastic baby (I have no idea why that item exists) with a note attached: "Lets have a baby!"
By the end of the discussion we decided to name him Dave Lister (If you do not know, he is the man in this icon) and that we would also adopt an Arnold Rimmer, a Kryton, and a Kochanski. I declared to facebook (where I have Sketch as a friend) that he wanted me to have his baby, we discussed our plans for our children while Loathy looked for us. (He claimed to have found Sketch, but I don't believe him.) Then, since it was one or two for us midwesterners and they both are still in school, we all filtered offline, thinking the discussion was over.
The next day I was feeling mopey and abandoned, the things you usually feel during summer, and was halfheartedly working on some sewing project or other, when I remembered something. My mother used to love Anne Geddes, the woman who took pictures of babies in flower or animal costumes and sold merch at Target.
Well, years and years ago, she used to buy my oldest niece and I each a doll for Christmas. (Back when we had money and there were only two of us little girls- hard to believe that my niece is now thirteen and I am twenty.) One year we got a pair of bears, mine a cute blond one with curly fur and the baby itself with blue eyes. My niece, who is about 1/5-billionth African-American (enough to give her a tan year around, curse her) got ... I really don't know how to word this without sounding racist, I just realised... well, you know what I mean. A baby doll that looks African-American as well, with big brown eyes and just generally adorable. If you can call them that.I personally think anyone who would dress up babies in butterfly or sunflower costumes is kind of sick, but whatever.
I dug through the spare bedroom for this one particular doll, and found him (or her) in this toy crib with the warthog Pumbaa. I dug around for some black yarn and having failed to find any settled for some wine colored that I found and finger weaved it to look like dreads. (The icon I have doesn't show it, but Lister has long dreads that hang down to the middle of his back in most of the series.) Took him out of the bear costume, haphazardly attached the dreads, wrapped him in a blanket and boom- Dave Lister.
Of course, after all that work I couldn't just take one picture. So I went a little insane. This is as close as I want to get to being a parent.
Here, we have our first bath, sans water (since he's ,you know, Dave Lister.)
Sorry, I forgot to rotate it and don't feel like taking the time to do so- I told Ontinia to call me when she gets off work, and she would have about three minutes ago- eep!
Afterward, we went outside. And we met Frankenstein for the first time. And Lister's Toupee betrays him.
That cat wouldn't hold still for me, I've got tons of pictures of black body parts.
Then we were attacked by a wild Min Pin with broken teeth.
I took some more while Dave got into risky situations one after another. I almost didn't upload this one since it is potentially disturbing, but it is one of my favorites. So sorry if it offends your more sensible side.
The Smeghead.
And I was chastised by my friend Tom since it isn't technically correct. It should have been a pool table in Liverpool, but I have neither a pool table or a way to Liverpool. So I settled for a mailbox in Iowa.
So,who knows, maybe in a few days you'll see a similar adventure with Rimmer?
I posted the pictures to Facebook, and Sketch proudly boasted in his status that I had his baby. I had also received an engagement ring from him (in game) and considered setting my status to engaged to him, but thought that it may not be the best idea.
And that's my life.
The other night I logged into my multi account on Kingdomofloathing (The only online game I indulge in. Mainly because it's free, its absurd, and works well with slow internet connections.) And was talking to my friend in Chicago, Loathy. Amazing wasn't on, but his daughter Teke was, so the three of us got involved in some discussion. It evolved into an emoted story where Loathy trained under me, his sensei, to fight his brother who was making fun of him for something geeky, I forget. It was flipping awesome.
Then the website shut down for a half hour like it does every night and he and I converged on our clan chat channel once more, joined by Sketch, a mildly perverted high school student in Oregon. I couldn't tell you what we were talking about, but I was suddenly sent an in game gift by him. It was a plastic baby (I have no idea why that item exists) with a note attached: "Lets have a baby!"
By the end of the discussion we decided to name him Dave Lister (If you do not know, he is the man in this icon) and that we would also adopt an Arnold Rimmer, a Kryton, and a Kochanski. I declared to facebook (where I have Sketch as a friend) that he wanted me to have his baby, we discussed our plans for our children while Loathy looked for us. (He claimed to have found Sketch, but I don't believe him.) Then, since it was one or two for us midwesterners and they both are still in school, we all filtered offline, thinking the discussion was over.
The next day I was feeling mopey and abandoned, the things you usually feel during summer, and was halfheartedly working on some sewing project or other, when I remembered something. My mother used to love Anne Geddes, the woman who took pictures of babies in flower or animal costumes and sold merch at Target.
Well, years and years ago, she used to buy my oldest niece and I each a doll for Christmas. (Back when we had money and there were only two of us little girls- hard to believe that my niece is now thirteen and I am twenty.) One year we got a pair of bears, mine a cute blond one with curly fur and the baby itself with blue eyes. My niece, who is about 1/5-billionth African-American (enough to give her a tan year around, curse her) got ... I really don't know how to word this without sounding racist, I just realised... well, you know what I mean. A baby doll that looks African-American as well, with big brown eyes and just generally adorable. If you can call them that.I personally think anyone who would dress up babies in butterfly or sunflower costumes is kind of sick, but whatever.
I dug through the spare bedroom for this one particular doll, and found him (or her) in this toy crib with the warthog Pumbaa. I dug around for some black yarn and having failed to find any settled for some wine colored that I found and finger weaved it to look like dreads. (The icon I have doesn't show it, but Lister has long dreads that hang down to the middle of his back in most of the series.) Took him out of the bear costume, haphazardly attached the dreads, wrapped him in a blanket and boom- Dave Lister.
Of course, after all that work I couldn't just take one picture. So I went a little insane. This is as close as I want to get to being a parent.
Here, we have our first bath, sans water (since he's ,you know, Dave Lister.)
Sorry, I forgot to rotate it and don't feel like taking the time to do so- I told Ontinia to call me when she gets off work, and she would have about three minutes ago- eep!
Afterward, we went outside. And we met Frankenstein for the first time. And Lister's Toupee betrays him.
That cat wouldn't hold still for me, I've got tons of pictures of black body parts.
Then we were attacked by a wild Min Pin with broken teeth.
I took some more while Dave got into risky situations one after another. I almost didn't upload this one since it is potentially disturbing, but it is one of my favorites. So sorry if it offends your more sensible side.
The Smeghead.
And I was chastised by my friend Tom since it isn't technically correct. It should have been a pool table in Liverpool, but I have neither a pool table or a way to Liverpool. So I settled for a mailbox in Iowa.
So,who knows, maybe in a few days you'll see a similar adventure with Rimmer?
I posted the pictures to Facebook, and Sketch proudly boasted in his status that I had his baby. I had also received an engagement ring from him (in game) and considered setting my status to engaged to him, but thought that it may not be the best idea.
And that's my life.