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~Sor
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04042008

So. Yeah.

15 years ago, today, I had to go to the hospital to visit my mommy. (I don't much remember this, but there are a handful of pictures and memories, giving me at least a rough idea of what happened) Once there, I got to say hi to mom, who I hadn't seen in a couple days, and dad, and someone new.

In the subsequent years, that someone new would argue with me, hog the spotlight, make me do all the work when cleaning the basement, and steal my clothes, my friends, and large swarths of my sanity. She would also somehow insist on being taller and thinner than me, better able to make new friends, and drop dead gorgeous to boot. (The bitch!)

But it wasn't all bad. For most of fourteen years, she was around to play barbies and dress-up and pretend with, to draw pictures with, to laugh with and tickle and torment and, on one memorable occasion, drop a container of peanut butter on. And, of course, to be amazingly *unbearably* silly with. And I mean, even when I went off to college and left forever, she was still just a phone call away, to talk, and gossip, and giggle with.

She's the only one who gets what I mean when I say "Burda." or "Ichabod, Ichabod Crane" or "Grass --it's funny!" or "Vending Machines" or "I panicked without thinking" or "Yep, I'm smarter than I let on" or "Ichabod, the Craneinator", or "This is your conscience" or "2123" or "Ahhh, Sustenance!" or...

(And, I mean, hell, she is the only other person who I can communicate to with the lyrics of Adam Ant's "Desperate but not Serious" *grins*)

So yeah. All in all, that someone new turned out to be someone pretty much entirely wicked pissah awesome. And while I still refuse to let her grow up (NO SEX! NO ATTRACTIVE CLOTHING! STOP LOOKING HOT, DAMN YOU!) it's nice to know that she's managing to do so in a reasonably sane fashion.

So yeah. Happy birthday, little sister! You're frigging *fifteen*, when the hell did that happen? I love you lots and lots.

Yer ~~big~~older sister
~Kat

For once, I haven't been quiet because of SorKat's law of posting (Essentially, when you are busy, you do not have time to post things), my writings have just not been of the elljay kind really. That, and nothing that I can write about has really been happening to me.

The Past Weekish:

Been hanging out a good deal with the college kids --yay!
Been going to classes and rehearsals --good of me, but boo.
Been stressing out about room lottery --boo
Figured out who I'm rooming with, and hopefully where --yay!
Mum and Da are coming to visit this weekend --yay!!!
Also, real food --YAY!
Joie de Vivre is having a spring cleaning sale --yay!!!
I have no money. --mega-hella-boo.
( I have a new wallet. And it is *glorious* --YAYYYYYY!!! )

So, how've your days been?

~Sor
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Hey, ohmygod, YAY JANNY! I got a present from you and it is *fabulous*. Pictures will appear once I've taken them.

(Also, I think you got the zip code wrong --they scratched it out and rewrote the right one, maybe? Dunno.)

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Also, yay anonymous benefactor, I got the other copy of The Pirates Mixed Up Voyage. *bouncebouncebouncebouncebounce*

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( And now, the Sorcyress is a camera whore. )

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Off to rehearsal, kids. Muah!

~Sor
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Things I learned tonight:

*Vidchatting is *awesome*

*Marshmallow Peeps actually sell out pretty fast after Easter

*Adventuring requires socks and bathrooms to be optimal

*Oddly, playing a strange little game by yourself, with brightly coloured plastic pyramids, is a great conversation starter.

*I can eat eleven marshmallows in three minutes

*Vidchatting is *awesome*. Aweeeeesome.

Comment for elaboration.

~Sor

::jawdrops::

No, fer serious, this is about the greatest use of technology I've seen all day.

I'm on the internets right now! Okay, fine Kat, that's nothing unusual.

I'm also on the commuter rail train that travels between South Station and Framingham.

*pauses to let you think about that*

Yeah. I have mentioned in the past dozen entries that Boston is the Greatest City Ever, right? Right, Boston is the Greatest City Ever. It is pretty and green and with elegant old buildings, and it's where the history comes from, and everyone walks everywhere, and there's good Mass transit*, and it's full of geeks and the drivers are awesome and the pedestrians are fearless and ohgod, I never want to leave.

(Sillily enough, I...wait, sillily is a word? Damn. It's a pretty good looking word, too...I'm probably going to stop interneting in a bit so I can work more on the drawing I'm doing. Uhm. It's a picture of Charlie Guiteau. He...may...not...be wearing clothes. It's not *dirty* or anything (I can't draw the bits of anatomy I see every day, you think I can draw a penis?) it's really just an illustration of an inadvertant innuendo from his Ballad. ("shine on his shoes / Charlie mounted the stair")

...Yes, I am a bad person. Shh. It's only the first time I've drawn an Assassin sans clothes (Really? / Yeah, I think so.) it's not like I do this frequently or anything.)

Also, Assassins is such a fucking awesome musical. I need to listen to it more often, because it is *delicious*

Off for adventure, drawing, and harassing my poor injured clone! *poings!!*

~Sor
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*This is almost a pun.

Current Music: Ladies and Gentleman, a toast. Hail! To! The CHIEF!!

Okay guys, I can't guarantee that this actually happened (I had only gotten three hours of sleep at the time and was subsequently slightly sleep-dep'd) but I think someone just pulled a Captain Wafer^* on me.

Roundabout nine o clock in the morning, there's a heavy, annoying knocking on my door. Grace is apparently in class or something, so I have to wake up (Woo for...three and a half hours of sleep at that point, you do the math to figure out when I went to bed) and open it.

There are a couple of burly guys standing there. I don't think they're pirates, but I also didn't bother grabbing my glasses, as I wasn't awake enough to remember a clever thing like that.

"We're here to *something* bedbugs?" I kinda stare, possibly stammering something intelligable.

A door opens, down the hall. "Oh, no, you guys want over here, ??9." The guys look at my door-label-thing (??6), apologize, and go down to the other girl.

I close the door and try to process what just happened. Giving up, I go back to bed instead.

~Sor
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*If you utterly don't have any concept whatsoever what this is alluding to, you pretty clearly haven't read The Pirates Mixed Up Voyage, by Margaret Mahy recently enough. This particular childrens book is a combination of favourite book ever, and security blanket for me. Given enough used book stores, I'll get a copy to start lending out to people.

At any rate, it's not required reading to be my friend (I'm not sure anything's required, except possibly the Guide, etc, but it's a wonderful book to read to escape for a few hours, and it's well written, and it may give you a slightly better idea of who I am

Twitter: Okay, I'm loving being awake and having it IM me peoples updates. I'm hating the fact that gmail tosses all those missed chat alerts into my box for me to see, as well as Adium reminding me whenever I sign on next. Gyah.

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A-yep, I definently hit a downtime at around two or three in the afternoon. 'Course, the fact that I got just under six hours of sleep last night probably doesn't help. Hmm. When's my next day off in Cambridge, Tuesday? Tuesday I will have to sleep all day*

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Went with mum to her dialects class, which was awesome. I'm really rubbish at the cockney accent, but decent at Irish and pretty good at proper English. I still don't know enough of the Bawston southie accent to fake it well.

I've actually been spending a lot of time thinking about accents lately --I've got whichever Bawl'more accent it is that makes me drop syllables out of the middle of words. That's why crayon is pronounced 'cran'.

Also been thinking about word choice, especially the way I use my multiple terms of endearment. I regularly call just about everyone I know child(e), darlin', dear, honey (or hun), or sweetie (terms of detractment are typicall (basket)wench, wanker, or fucker) all regardless of gender.

Mom pointed out that I really only call people sweetie when I think they're being a moron ie, "Sweetie, are you sure you want to go smoke *another* cigarette?" and the like. I think I primarily use 'honey' when I'm trying to comfort someone, especially comforting them after I think they've made a bad decision.

I use babe almost exclusively as a greeting ("Hey babe, what's up?") and I'd like to think I only use it for a handful of people, but that's probably not true.

I use child(e) on everyone. The only difference between whether I spell it with or without the "E" is whether the person I'm using it on is older or younger than me: younger than me is child, older than me is childe. I pronounce them the same.

(I should add that either version is usually used when I'm scolding people. "Childe, what *have* you gotten yourself into this time?" is not an unusual sentence for me to say.)

When I'm full out scolding someone or ranting at them, my accent decidedly shifts --you can see it in my writing, too, though I don't see a good recent example. It happens generally when I get (negatively) emotional --do you know the RHPS callback line "Get your tits off my tank"? That's kinda the general sass level I maintain when I'm at my full ranting.

(I also suspect it's somewhat of a Southern accent. Bollocks.)

(Someone remind me to fill this space with discussion of kitty pidgen, my insults, my swearing, and more thoughtprocessing on the ranty-Sor voice)

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Gonna help mom clean things now. Ta!

~Sor
MOOP!

*Unless I get kidnapped by Keira and forced to bake cookies or something. Which I stubbornly maintain is totally possible.

Some notes about some things:

It's very difficult to match the colour of your ramen package to the colour of your drink. With enough Jones soda, however, I am certain it can be done!

(This of course, leads one to have to go to the grocery store where they will gather large amounts of Jones soda and large amounts of ramen packages and begin colourcomparing.

And, fine, some moxie soda too, just to see if it really does match the chicken package. Even if the moxie itself is brown. And vile.

Which, of course leads to me going "hmm, I wonder if Moxie is really as bad as I'm remembering it, as it's been ten months or so...I should try it aga...Kat! What the hell is wrong with you?"

I'm clearly too much of a scientist or something. "I wonder if that happens every time and all".

Gorsh, this is a long parenthensees)

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Similarly, ramen is delicious raw. Once you cook it, the noodles get all soggy and noodly and really, I only like noodles if they're covered in marinara sauce or, on ocassion, some sort of other delicious pasta sauce. Dry ramen, however, sprinkled lightly with it's flavour packet, is a delicacy.

...A poor, starving, college student delicacy.

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Alex doesn't know what else I have to say. Neither do I.

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Oh! Oh oh, something about Twitter. Right! I am finding it unduly amusing that I keep getting into this elaborate conversations with people on twitter. I'm sure that people who watch me who aren't watching Kat or Magus and Keira are all going "WTF, mates" right about now.

(Speaking of whom, I get to see Keira on Monday! *poings* Bigsister, bigsister, bigsister!! I shall have to bring her bread or something.

bring her bread, or something?

Well, yes. Or something.

Do you ever have logical explanations to your actions?

I'm a firm believer in the idea that logic is something that happens to other people. And in acting on impulse. If I arbitrarily decide to bring Keira bread, I will arbitrarily bring her bread!

You're going to forget about this arbitrary decision in less than an hour.

Certainly! Yay for more long parenthensees!)

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Oh, bytheway, also on the subject of twitter, who is KiloYankeeJelly? Is it Ky? It sounds like a Ky sort of name. Of course, I may be utterly insane.

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I keep randomly wanting to throw the hem of my skirt over whichever cat is handy. This tends to happen whenever I'm wearing a long skirt and in a room with a kitty. I don't know why.

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Comic news of the day: In the FOOBiverse, Elizabeth and Anthony have gotten engaged! WOO-HOO!

...This was actually enough to make me shout "WHAT?!" and put the paper down, without even reading the rest of the comics. GYUAH SO HEAVY HANDED WHAT IS WITH THIS!?!

I need to go look at the Comics Curmudgeon like...right now. *runs off*

Uhm. Yeah. >.>

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Okay, that's all. Take care of yourselves, kids!

~Sor
MOOP!

From my meme. Go give me something to babble about!

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"what's the first piece of music you purchased for yourself? what inspired you to buy it? (if you've never bought a tape, cd, etc, I'm going to have to curl up under my desk and cry)" --Dan4th

Oh, please don't cry, but I think I've bought less than half a dozen CD's. *counts* Yep, six exactly, two of them through itunes.

Before you declare me useless, know that somewhere between half and three quarters of the four thousand songs in my itunes are stuff I ganked from my parents and their combined *excellent* sense of music. I got eighties, rock, pop, and SHOWTUNES from my mom, metal, punk, techno, and hard rock from my dad...about the only thing they don't have is country.

The first CD I ever personally bought for myself was the original cast recording of the musical "Heisman". It's a terrible musical, should it somehow actually wind up off-broadway or (heaven forbid) on it, don't go see it. But the musics pretty good, and seeing as I know everyone in the original cast...yeah. I kinda *had* to buy it.

The first CD I ever bought for myself that I intended to actually listen to was Weird Al's "Straight Outta Lynwood". I'm a pretty big Al fan, and it was either the day it came out or within a week after....I went on a long walk to the local Borders and Target in order to buy it and the newest Artemis Fowl book, which had come out the same week. It was a great day.

But seriously, I rarely buy music. I encourage friends to give me good music, and swipe CD's from my parents to put on my computer, but I almost never actually go out and buy stuff...mostly because mom buys everything I'd want to. ("I should buy Young Frankenstein: The Musical" she thinks, during winter break when it comes out. She forgets all about it, until spring break, when mom plays it in the car.)

And, uhm, yep.

(Note that, even though I rarely get around to actually babbling about music, I have an icon that I have arbitrarily decided is my music icon --go They Might Be Giants!!)

~Sor
MOOP!

EDIT: Oh wow, I was totally reading that exclusively as CD's. I've bought more music than CD's --a dozen or two songs off itunes, when I needed them. Still, I bought Heisman before any of them, so that's what counts most.

And the first CD I remember getting mom to buy for us was Weird Al's "Bad Hair Day" back in 2000, for the Big Trip. Me, Nik, and Aly fell in love with 'Everything You Know is Wrong', and sang in repeatedly. I'm shocked the CD survived.

The problem with me losing things in this house is that there are too many damn suspects.

My headphones are gone. Was it one of the cats, going "Oo, headphones. They look like a new toy!" Was it one of the siblings, going "Oo, headphones. I lost mine, I'll just take these!" Was it, well, me going "Oo, headphones. I'll put them here so I don't forget about them."

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In other news, Dan4th rocks. He rocks so much that I'm stealing his meme! (Well, okay, technically I'm stealing it from CrystalPyramid, but Dan posted it too. So nyah.)

Everyone has things they post about. Everyone has things they don't post about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't mention often, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc."

(Though, like Dan, I really don't have things I DON'T post about. Challenge me!)

~Sor
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And, to round it off, some quotes from my little brother, mostly him making fun of my choice in music.

Me: I wonder what ramen tastes like with nutella
Nik: What? You're playing God here, Kat! Some things aren't meant to be trifled with!

Nik: Okay, so, who was on more drugs...the people who made 'Across the Universe', or the people who made Katamari Damacy?

Me: A pox on both your houses!
Nik: Say who?
Me: A pox. On both your houses.
Nik: I don't have any houses...

Nik: Why is it you've been getting into sea shanties lately. Seriously, it's all sea shanties. And bagpipes. (Towards my prediliction for Great Big Sea and the Dropkick Murpheys.)

Nik: ...what's that?
Me: It's Torgo's Haunting Theme!
Nik: ...
Me: It's from 'Manos', the hands of fate!
Nik: ...I'm so happy for you."

Me: Someday I would like to make a movie called 'River Tam beats the shit out of everyone'
Nik: River who?
Me: ...Tam. River Tam.
Nik: I'll take your word for it."

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Also, Knoblauch is an even awesomer song when you realize that they're singing about garlic. Seriously.

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Alsoalso, real life needs a fucking search engine --I can't find the composition book I wrote my 2005 NaNoWriMo story in. *growls*

This would suck less if that one wasn't the one that consistently gives me the most trouble, because Dante is my favourite character, and she's huge amounts of difficult.

~Sor
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(Okay, seriously, who else has Twitter, because this is Kinda Cool.)

I was originally going to do some sort of complicated, memeish post, where I posted song lyrics for certain people.

But then I decided that that was stupid.

So, here are some song lyrics that have been on my mind lately, some of which may pertain to certain people. And some of which, well, don't. (And some of which totally pertained to certain people when I was gathering them, but then I decided that that was a stupid idea, and so they no longer pertain to anyone.)

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I'm going fast as I can
Please don't make me rush
This feelings coming on way too fast
I'll tell you all of the things
That you'll never forget
But I'm not ready to say 'I love you' yet.
(Fast as I Can, Great Big Sea)

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Lately I feel so small
Or maybe it's just that my bed has grown
Never felt this way before
But you were there, so how was I to know
That this single bed was always meant for two
Not just anyone --it was meant for
Me and you
(Belgium (Acoustic)*, Bowling For Soup)

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Can I hear you laugh, babe?
Can you make me smile?
I'll forget what's on my mind for a while

Can I tie you up, love?
Tell me yes
I'll unbutton every button down your green green dress
(Green Green Dress, tick tick...BOOM!)

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CAN'T STOP
BARAK
CAN'T STOP BARAK
CAN'T STOP
BARAK
CAN'T STOP BARAK
(This YTMND --warning, link has SOUND. SFW.)

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Peter Pan and Tinkerbell
Which way to Never Never Land
Emerald City's gone to hell
Since the wizard blew off his command
On the street you hear the voices
Lost children, crocodiles
But you're not into
Making choices, wicked witches
Poppy fields or men behind the curtains
Tiger lilies, ruby slippers
Clock is ticking, that's for certain

They're singing 'Happy Birthday'
I just wish it all were a dream
It feels much more like doomsday
But 30/90
Seems like I'm in for a twister
I don't see a rainbow, do you?
(30/90, tick tick...BOOM!)

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Mari-Mac's mother's making Mari-Mac marry me
My mother's making me marry Mari-Mac
Well I'm going to marry Mari for when Mari's taking care of me
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mari-Mac
(Mari-Mac, Great Big Sea)

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Judey-judey-judey-judey-judey!
OR
Since you left me I'm so alone,
Now you're coming, you're coming home,
I'll be good like I know I should,
You're coming home, you're coming home.
OR
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
OR
He's got feet down
Below his knees
OR
I am the eggman
They are the eggman
I am the walrus -koo-koo-kachoo
OR
All you need is Love
(Covers of a whole bunch of Beatles songs, Across the Universe movie soundtrack)

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What have YOU been listening to lately?

~Sor
MOOP!

*The acoustic part is important. The non-acoustic version sounds like a horrible mockery of every boy band ever. Which it probably is, but it's a damn pretty song when they're not turning it into a parody, and a aural nightmare when they're not. Seriously, I can't get through more than a minute of the regular version of this song, because I want to tear my ears off, and I enjoy the Spice Girls non-ironically. That's how bad it is.

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: 30/90. There is SO MUCH LOVE in my brain for this song

My hands now say, written across the knuckles, "picnic?" and "YARR!"

I just thought I should share.

~Sor
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So, to explain some of the crypticness of last nights entries.

I was flying back to Mar'lind yesterday, fully expecting that I would get to see Veronica at some point that evening. It was one of those Profoundly Good Things that makes me a really really HappyKat. Because, well, I really like Veronica, and I think mom gets to see her more often than I do these days. :P

I get to The Empty City, harass the kids, bake cookies with MoMo, and screw around online. The phone rings. ((We screen, zoom in on the answering machine --"Speak")) I pick it up and be all " 'sup, Eric, are you deliverin' a Veronica to my front door right now, thanks?"

No, quite the opposite. Eric's car is borking out, because his car *always* borks out when he tries to drive to Maryland. He's not even sure he'll safely make it home, much less make the extra hour he has to take to go to the mountains and pick up Veronica. Cue my emotional-bits becoming hugely irrationally angry at him and my logical bits being "Why, it's not HIS fault." I'd like to hope I managed to be mostly logical to him on the phone, at any rate, thanks for not becoming upset with me for snapping at you, dear.

Phone close. Mope. Mopemopemope. Hang out with all sorts of exceptionally neat people who show up --Patty, Neva, Dan, Barb-Original, Paul, Bruce, and Nathen. Mope. Discuss different ways of flipping people off at the dinner table with my mom and her friends which did stop me moping for a bit. Go up to my room and mope, and pretend to be productive.

At about eleven thirty at night, when I'm slacking around online trying desperately to be not mopey, there's a knock on my bedroom door. I am trying so hard not to hope (because it sucks to have your hopes dashed) and I call, 'come in'.

Veronica opens my door. I think I crossed my room in under a nanosecond.

Happy.

~Sor
MOOP!

((The rest of the night involved the two of us, Eric, and Nathen hanging out and chatting until all hours, and harassing Tho and Jere7my via the internets. --Hey Tho, you never did get around to the Hamlet, thanks. Tonight's adventures involve the Mongolian Grill, potentially harassing the stagecraft kids, and ROCKY HORROR! (If you're very very lucky, you might get pictures of the two of us being wicked sexy. *grins*) ))

Solife.

Back in Maryland --there was a mom and a MoMo waiting for me at the airport, which was super GLOMP!!!

...Erm. Super-aweso-tastic. MoMo just decided to steal the keyboard in the middle of my typing, and who am I to let people not steal computers?

Soyeah, I'm home, and within about half an hour of getting there, I decided impulsively to bake cookies. So that's what I'm up to now.

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Magus and I went off to Dan4th's last night in order to play games. First game played: "What do you want for dinner?" Second game played: "I don't know, what do you want to play?" Yeah. Dan4th and DaBunny ++

We did eventually settle into playing "real" games, which was multiple levels of sheer excellence. Games played are: David and Goliath, Loopin' Louie, Jungle Speed, Category 5, Covert Action, and Three-Dragon Ante. And possibly something else that I'm forgetting.

(Side note? I neeeeeed a copy of Loopin' Louie, holy shit. It's too damn fun. Also, humanity bless Jungle Speed with more than three people. I had forgotten just how damn good the game is when you play it with enough people (eight is about ideal) Alsoalso, The Empty City needs a copy of Three-Dragon Ante, methinks, if only because it's got beautiful dragons on it, and that's right up mom's alley.)

In other news, someone remind me to take pictures of our games cabinets for Dan4th. Or something like that.

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In other news, a monkey wrench may have been thrown most bodily into my plans. Hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate.

Hate.

Haaaaaaaaate.

Hatehate.

Hey ShadowKevin, I may need that ride to College Park after all...

(Hate.)

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Yeah, I'ma gonna go play RockBand now. (DRUMS!)

~Sor
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(Still hate.)

Jesus Christ, Sor, college is corrupting you! Staying out 'til all hours, dropping classes, ( wearing dangerously short skirts...(pictures behind cut) )

I feel like a RockBand character right now. :D

~Sor
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Wow. 12 entries for Gygax. Now I'm trying to remember how many entries I had on my flist for Terry Pratchett getting Alzheimers.

So, the Officially Awesome

dan4th tossed me an IM tonight being all "wanna come over and play Dungeon!, in memorium of Gary Gygax?" Me being the sensible type, I go "I've never played before, but sure. Can I drag Magus along?"

Bla bla, show up and Dan4th's house, introduce the two of them, and play a round of Dungeon!. Which, I gotta say, the game makes *profoundly* more sense when you're actually paying attention to the rules and playing it rather than spreading the cards out on the floor and being all "oo, shiny jewels!" (which is what me and Aly used to do on occasion.)

It was a cute game. I won, because I'm cool like that. :D

Wound up spending the better part of the next two hours talking games, books, kittens, and general geek with Magus and Dan4th, which, I gotta say is one of the better ways to spend an evening. Also, Dan owns both a pair of kittens and a laser pointer. I taught him the "get the kitties to follow the laser dot to the ceiling, and then stare desperately at it as they figure out how the hell it got there." game, which is one of my favourites. He taught me that I'm not the only person who says horrible things to cats and babies because they don't understand me. We fight crime?

(((Unrelatedly, what the fuck, I don't have a usericon sutible for gaming? What the hell is *wrong* with me? I've got books ('I like Ham'), movies (WoSaT), Music (TMBG or Clone Me), TV (The Doctor), and Webcomics (Bun-Bun or Oasis) covered, but I've got nothing for games. Hey Sor --Fail!

Also unrelatedly, I really need to rehaul my userpics some time.)))

Soyeah. Had a good evening. I really need to get out to Dan4th's for gaming more often, considering he does it twice a week, and I don't actually *do* anything those days. (Though, I'm sure if I ever get my act together, Persis and David would be happy to kidnap me for contra-dancing on Thursday nights).

Regardless, I'll be in Maryland for the next two weekends, and presumably at Anime Boston for the one after that. So it's a bit of a moot point.

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There's a lot of babbling about gaming here, that I'm just going to turn into a separate entry.

~Sor
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1944:
Ohmy god. Salt and gum is BRILLIANT! Why hasn't anyone thought of this before? (((Because it's really really not a good idea, at all.)))

2013:
Man, eight really is a wonderful number for dancing, just because how cleanly it divides up. Imagine what it would be like to try and figure dance with a prime number of people or sets.

2143:
Tell All The Truth But Tell it Slant may be my favourite Emily Dickenson poem.

Also, I can't read her poetry seriously, because something like 75% of everything she writes scans perfectly with the gilligans island theme song.

Alsoalso, it's interesting to note that I've never seen Gilligans Island, but I can get the song stuck in my head. I've heard it surmised that that particular tune is one we're born with, and I'm kinda inclined to agree.

2158:
Bytheway, JannyBlue, do you know that Randy Milholland apparently thinks you're married to Rob? He mentioned something in a newspost about Rob's wife bringing him cherry vanilla doctor pepper. It made me go all "...DUDE!"

I think that makes three of my friends having been mentioned in the liner notes of webcomics I read. Fuck you all. (Four, if you count the fact that Randy tossed the line "eat a bag of dicks" out there as an in-joke towards Spence.)

2219:
[snip]

2241:
Failfailfailfail
[snip]

2301
I apparently can't hear the song "The Blue Danube" without adding the lyrics from an old Nickolodian commercial that used the tune. Only I can't remember them all. Which makes it difficult, really.

2310
[snip]

0010
...damnit, I just forgot what I was going to say here.

Oh! Just that it's really quite weird to read webcomics by staying up until their posted as opposed to having them posted while you sleep. xkcd is about the only one I do this consistently with, but still, it's *weird!*

0015
I need a machine that shocks me every time I get distracted. C'mon now, it would be *damn* effective. Anyone want to come poke me with a taser repeatedly?

Also, I now have the Ballad of Sweeney Todd stuck in my head. This is your fault, Kat.

Alsoalso, in regards to the previous point, xkcd has blown my mind. I really have no idea what to think. On the one hand, you are playing the game. On the other, Randall Munroe is god, and his word is infallible. I'm doomed.

***

G'morning everyone. The third of March appears to be a good day, even if I have the MST3K theme song stuck in my head. I suppose it's *kinda* my fault for watching it repeatedly on YouTube (imagine her glee when she learns there are other parts of MST3K out there, like, say, whole episodes!) but I maintain that, in the purposes of good geekdom, it is a song I must know.

It's easier to learn songs when I'm only trying to learn one of them at a time. *shakesfist at 'Green Green Dress', which is making me want to draw porn, fuckit, what is *wrong* with me*

Anyways. I have cupcakes to eat and papers to print. Ta!

~Sor
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1717:
I'm just going to go ahead and write this in bits and pieces now.

Hey, guess what time I woke up today! That's right, four fucking fifteen in the afternoon! Hey, guess how much writing I have to get done before nine thirty in the morning tomorrow! That's right, two four page essays! Hey, guess who's kinda fucked! That's right, *me!*

...Holyshit, my printer is out of ink, too. *flails*

In short, Sorcy is not a happy Sorcy. See, I was *planning* to wake up at a reasonable hour, and I *thought* the essays were shorter. I guess God either A) doesn't like me, or B) wants to see if I was serious about that being a good person thing.

See you folks tomorrow. Hopefully I'll have slept by then.

1821
*spills water all over herself*

...Further proof that today is made entierly of shit.
*pause*
And [name removed to protect the "innocent"]* is not even here to make lewd comments about my shirt being sopped. How inconvenient.

1913
Ohmygod, Satanic Mechanics on the eighth, Fuck Yes!

Shit, I have to get to Newbury Comics to buy Little Gay Scott a Sonic Screwdriver. Because, well, shit man, he built a Dalek costume for Dr. Scott last time, and, well, there is nothing better.

..Also need to find *my* sonic screwdriver. *checks pocket of photojournalist vest* I am so good. (And yes, I realize that writing "I am so good" before I check is a little bit presumptuous, but it was there, so I feel totally justified.)

'kay, back to essay. <3's to the ShadowKevin and stuff.

1927:
Right, gotta remember to pack clothes for that. Lets see...I need a short skirt, and my whoreboots, and fishnets, and a bra...oh yeah, and sharpies. Need a couple of sharpies. Right, that should be everything.

***

*I refuse to think about just how many of you this could apply to. There's at least one person in specific who I refuse to wear white t-shirts around though, for fear of him 'accidentally' spilling a glass of water on me.

Essay time!

~Sor
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