Found a dress to wear to 80s night tonight
It's not great, but it will do.
I'll add pink tights and a side pony tail and should be golden.

Still looking for a dress to wear to 80s prom in Saturday.
This led me to shopping at the local thrift shops this evening after work.
Turns out that after dark shopping at the Goodwill is somewhat grim.
And one of the dresses I found had a spider egg in it.

The search goes on.

At pub quiz tonight with friends.
What is it about the combination of alcohol and trivia?
I don't require intoxicants to get ridiculously invested in meaningless ephemera.

But I won't say it doesn't help.

Finished Portal 2 today.
It's the first game I have played all the way through since Myst back in the days of yore (as in, my, yore getting old)
Loved the game.
Loved the puzzles.
Loved the stories.
But most of all, I loved Wheatley and GLaDOS.
An AI with a wicked sense of humor.
Has HAL heard about this?

I am going to an 80s prom next Saturday night.

Now, being born in 1975, I never went to an 80s prom. My prom was an early-nineties prom, thank you very much. But I did go to a couple of junior high dances that were legitimately 80s.

Ten Things I Remember About Those Dances

1. Dreading quick songs because I wasn't sure I could dance without looking like ( Read more... )

On Saturday I was treated to an early showing of the first hour of the second season, or series if we are to be British about these things, of Downton Abbey. The local PBS station held a donors-only tea and screening.

It was a lovely time with a good friend. And it afforded us both the opportunity to hazard educated guesses as to the composition of ( Read more... )

Very short post tonight.

I am about to watch Pretty in Pink and Fast Times and Ridgemont High with some friends of mine in preparation for our 80s Prom Night Next Week.

I love Ducky. He gets a raw deal.

Poor thing.

Walking around the empty lake bed with my friend again today and she told me about something unpleasant that happened to her this weekend ( Read more... )

On New Year's Eve, my mother's friend invited the rest of us at the table to join her in mourning the passing of handwriting lessons in elementary school.

I could tell that she particularly expected me, with my background in literature and creative writing, to chime in with my own lamentation.

Instead, I wish a goodbye and a good riddance to the ( Read more... )

Just a brief thought tonight ( Read more... )