"My opponents use my full name to scare people. Is it my fault that my middle name is 'Boo!'?"
Metroid Prime Hunters is much better than reviews had me believe. Yes, the platforming bit is unwieldy and the recycled bosses are obnoxious (Bolse Core Cybernetic Tower of Doom Ver. 3? Very well...), but it's still fun. And the game has managed to scare me half to death a number of times: The first, when I stepped on a Geemer and it exploded, and various points when damn Guardian Bots came racing out of nowhere shrieking merrily and shooting me 8 billion times.
The subject of cross-dressing has come to my attention on several fronts lately. baphijmm mentioned something about it, and then on the news people were talking about some local contest. I don't mind the cross-dressing, as long as it's tastefully done (or not, it doesn't matter to me that much). But this local thing... it was fathers dressing up as Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus and competing against each other. Fer chrissakes... they could have at least done something worth dressing in drag as. "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert" comes to mind. "Rocky Horror" is acceptable I suppose, though I didn't care for the movie. But Hannah Montana? It's just creepy when 30-40 something men dress up as a teenage girl that their pre-teen girls idolize. Creepy, and insulting to trannies everywhere. I'm no tranny, but I would imagine this is most obnoxious. Yes? No? Maybes? 10-ish? Less? Not more though.
But for men; if you're going to wear the dresses and make up and bra and what not... please, shave before you go out. I had the fright of my life when a customer of mine looked like my 7th grade English teacher (complete with stubble) in full feminine regalia.
Haw. I remember my sisters calling me a homophobe because I didn't like Rocky Horror when I first saw it. I said it was just a bunch of idiots stumbling around a mansion wearing dresses and singing obnoxious songs. "OH NOES, U IZ HOMOPHOBE". Ha ha ha ha! Indeed.
I did indeed get to see Reidyroooo on Sunday. He was at last saying my name, and is also finally speaking in short sentences. For once, he wasn't all over the place; rather, he was perfectly content playing with the magnetic train/clock thing. He so does not have ADHD... he had far more patience for that train thing than I did. Bwee. Just hearing him talk moar and sensing more comprehension and learning and such from him... my baby's gettin' all growed up.
And his mother still needs to get busted in the head for being such an idiot bitch to Paige... next time she calls, if the subject happens to come up, I cannot guarantee I won't be slinging around some salty words, me hearties... I keep doing this; every time I say I'm going to say something, and then I don't. Maybe it's because I know she won't listen to me, and in fact probably would just say I can't see them anymore because I'm meddling or suddenly she doesn't like me. Politics exists in families too, you know...
Erm... I suppose I could throw something in here about Zoids. Lidier will probably be the quickest custom I've evar done. I didn't do much, but it's still a custom, dammit! And it has taken me less time to customize it than it did to build King G. Also, Gul Tiger will be here soon. Stop me, I can barely contain my girlish squealing. Srsly.
Here I was feeling guilty for not having gone into work since the 12th, and what does my boss say upon seeing me there yesterday? "What are you doing here? I've got nothing for you to do!" Erf. All this guilt for nothing. Alas, I had wanted to go in to mail confirmations, and this proved to be a bad idea. Either I fail completely, or paper has become life threateningly sharp lately. I managed to give myself four paper cuts on one finger at the same time, one of which went under the skin and bled. And then I managed four more cuts on other fingers at separate times. I have never given myself a paper cut while folding confirmations before.
Perhaps it has something to do with me staying up all Thursday night thinking I really needed to go in and get something done... I did accomplish the task of "Lacerate the living shit out of your fingers". So, yeah. Productivity!!!
Damn cheap Malaysian paper, in my day paper came from old growth oak forests in the north shore and it folded up with a proper crease, none of this razor sharp, wrinkled edge nonsense. By gum, we wouldn't stand for this shoddy craftsmanship if Taft were still in office!!! Damn kids and their Barack Obamas and Jonas Bros...
Oi... I should not have stayed up all night. Again.
The subject of cross-dressing has come to my attention on several fronts lately. baphijmm mentioned something about it, and then on the news people were talking about some local contest. I don't mind the cross-dressing, as long as it's tastefully done (or not, it doesn't matter to me that much). But this local thing... it was fathers dressing up as Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus and competing against each other. Fer chrissakes... they could have at least done something worth dressing in drag as. "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert" comes to mind. "Rocky Horror" is acceptable I suppose, though I didn't care for the movie. But Hannah Montana? It's just creepy when 30-40 something men dress up as a teenage girl that their pre-teen girls idolize. Creepy, and insulting to trannies everywhere. I'm no tranny, but I would imagine this is most obnoxious. Yes? No? Maybes? 10-ish? Less? Not more though.
But for men; if you're going to wear the dresses and make up and bra and what not... please, shave before you go out. I had the fright of my life when a customer of mine looked like my 7th grade English teacher (complete with stubble) in full feminine regalia.
Haw. I remember my sisters calling me a homophobe because I didn't like Rocky Horror when I first saw it. I said it was just a bunch of idiots stumbling around a mansion wearing dresses and singing obnoxious songs. "OH NOES, U IZ HOMOPHOBE". Ha ha ha ha! Indeed.
I did indeed get to see Reidyroooo on Sunday. He was at last saying my name, and is also finally speaking in short sentences. For once, he wasn't all over the place; rather, he was perfectly content playing with the magnetic train/clock thing. He so does not have ADHD... he had far more patience for that train thing than I did. Bwee. Just hearing him talk moar and sensing more comprehension and learning and such from him... my baby's gettin' all growed up.
And his mother still needs to get busted in the head for being such an idiot bitch to Paige... next time she calls, if the subject happens to come up, I cannot guarantee I won't be slinging around some salty words, me hearties... I keep doing this; every time I say I'm going to say something, and then I don't. Maybe it's because I know she won't listen to me, and in fact probably would just say I can't see them anymore because I'm meddling or suddenly she doesn't like me. Politics exists in families too, you know...
Erm... I suppose I could throw something in here about Zoids. Lidier will probably be the quickest custom I've evar done. I didn't do much, but it's still a custom, dammit! And it has taken me less time to customize it than it did to build King G. Also, Gul Tiger will be here soon. Stop me, I can barely contain my girlish squealing. Srsly.
Here I was feeling guilty for not having gone into work since the 12th, and what does my boss say upon seeing me there yesterday? "What are you doing here? I've got nothing for you to do!" Erf. All this guilt for nothing. Alas, I had wanted to go in to mail confirmations, and this proved to be a bad idea. Either I fail completely, or paper has become life threateningly sharp lately. I managed to give myself four paper cuts on one finger at the same time, one of which went under the skin and bled. And then I managed four more cuts on other fingers at separate times. I have never given myself a paper cut while folding confirmations before.
Perhaps it has something to do with me staying up all Thursday night thinking I really needed to go in and get something done... I did accomplish the task of "Lacerate the living shit out of your fingers". So, yeah. Productivity!!!
Damn cheap Malaysian paper, in my day paper came from old growth oak forests in the north shore and it folded up with a proper crease, none of this razor sharp, wrinkled edge nonsense. By gum, we wouldn't stand for this shoddy craftsmanship if Taft were still in office!!! Damn kids and their Barack Obamas and Jonas Bros...
Oi... I should not have stayed up all night. Again.