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My RL drama is working itself out and I'm feeling more like myself so it's time to bother people once more. So, below are many, many cuts to entertain and annoy.
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rewil: K, so question of the day thing for the paper: Whom would you do a portrait of?
Me: like painting?
rewil: answers: *insert random name that's not important, occupation and town talking about daughters, Don Knotts and the Doors and a Basset Hound named Sam done in macaroni and glitter*
rewil: the Internet crazies, they will have fun with this. although I predict some complaining.
rewil: but they always complain, so ... they can go suck Sam's macaroni.
rewil: so to speak
Me: I would have one of Snape (looking young and hot) and me (looking a lot like someone also young and hot and curvy vs. teh chubby) doing something naughty involving school ties.
Me: but then... I'm odd
Me: or perhaps Albus singing the Milkshake song.
Me: While Snape and I do something naughty in the background with school ties.
rewil: sorry, the light's bad, must hold the pose for a few more hours ...
Me: days
Me: ohhh sammich break
Me: break's up, back to the naughty *teehee*
Me: perhaps I'm not fully getting the spirit of this question?
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And then later:
As I complain that I'm reading a recap of Survivor on TWOP
Me: you know, instead of writing porn. Like I should be.
Me: You know what else is ticking me off? I'm supposed to be on porn. PORN. So why is Snape being all "I'm old enough to be her father, angst woe". Damn it Snape, Naked chick, boobies in your face. Snap out of it man.
Me: *sigh* My smutter is stuck on angst again.
rewil: poor guy. concentrate on the boobies.
rewil: the power of them compels you and stuff.
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Still later:
Me: zombie monkeys!!!!
Me: pirate zombie monkeys
rewil: that become bigger and more horrible during the full moon!
Me: so... pirate zombie werewolf monkeys?
Me: of doom?
rewil: with lasers.
Me: Rock On
rewil: and Samurai swords?
rewil: there is only so much coolness their tiny primate bodies can handle, alas. Even with zombification and lycanthropy involved.
rewil: otoh, fuckit: piratezombweremonkeypalooza!
Which seemed to remind her of:
rewil: oh, and you have the pword for mr. wolfy McSadpants, yes?
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Karma - She is a bitch
Captain and I decide to go out to dinner on Wednesday night just before seven. We go to Kobe's (my steakhouse of choice) and it's understandably busy being the dinner hour. Kobe has hibachi grills which are eight top tables where you get seated, you order, and eventually a chef comes out to cook your food on the grill. In other words, you sit with people you don't know, you chat a bit and you eat.
We get there and there are is an older couple with grandkids running around insane (the kids, not the older couple) sitting in the waiting area. There are four (or five, I can't remember) of them. We get there and before someone can come to find out how many in our party the older gentleman starts yelling about his wait and when will he be seated.
The host says that it will be just a bit, they have to get a free table cleared off.
OG goes nuts insisting that they had served a couple before him and they'd been waiting and why couldn't they get a table NOW and once they get seated they better get a chef right away.
Host explains that once they're seated they will have an order taken and the host needs to see if there shall be any new people to add to the table, and the other couple got seated because there was room for two at a prior table. Two, not four (or five).
OG flips and starts yelling, for Hubby and I's benefit I believe, about the shitty service and how his family was going to Lone Star By God! And he would not shut up while the host tried to explain. He came toward us still bitching and told us he was going to Lone Star. This gentleman is a cop, btw. He was wearing clothing to identify him as a cop.
His wife stops in the hall and starts going off on the server who had come up to us to try to help us and I, very loudly to talk over her, say "Actually I happen to like eating here, I think the service here is outstanding on the whole, much better than someplace like Lone Star. We're perfectly content to wait for an open table unlike some people. Thank you for your assistance."
And then my dear husband says "I bet they wouldn't have even left a decent tip." Loudly. I swear I'm rubbing off on him.
We got free drinks for the night.
As someone once pointed out to me, Karma is a bitch so I'm hoping the OG - and others like him, who believe they are better than anyone else and that they can treat people poorly - get theirs.
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I've got to admit a guilty secret.
I - I - I've been eating veggies.
Green ones.
I know, I know. I swore I'd never do it but those veggies in the stir fry - oh my goodness, they are so crispy and tasty in the cream sauce and I can't help it. I hang my head in shame.
Still won't eat the onions.
-~*~-
The Lego Hogwarts project is done. For now. Technically I'm still working on mix N matching heads/hair and bodies on my extra figs to add them in. But other than that, everything is built and up until I have a chance to take pictures.
rewil: K, so question of the day thing for the paper: Whom would you do a portrait of?Me: like painting?
rewil: answers: *insert random name that's not important, occupation and town talking about daughters, Don Knotts and the Doors and a Basset Hound named Sam done in macaroni and glitter*
rewil: the Internet crazies, they will have fun with this. although I predict some complaining.
rewil: but they always complain, so ... they can go suck Sam's macaroni.
rewil: so to speak
Me: I would have one of Snape (looking young and hot) and me (looking a lot like someone also young and hot and curvy vs. teh chubby) doing something naughty involving school ties.
Me: but then... I'm odd
Me: or perhaps Albus singing the Milkshake song.
Me: While Snape and I do something naughty in the background with school ties.
rewil: sorry, the light's bad, must hold the pose for a few more hours ...
Me: days
Me: ohhh sammich break
Me: break's up, back to the naughty *teehee*
Me: perhaps I'm not fully getting the spirit of this question?
And then later:
As I complain that I'm reading a recap of Survivor on TWOP
Me: you know, instead of writing porn. Like I should be.
Me: You know what else is ticking me off? I'm supposed to be on porn. PORN. So why is Snape being all "I'm old enough to be her father, angst woe". Damn it Snape, Naked chick, boobies in your face. Snap out of it man.
Me: *sigh* My smutter is stuck on angst again.
rewil: poor guy. concentrate on the boobies.
rewil: the power of them compels you and stuff.
Still later:
Me: zombie monkeys!!!!
Me: pirate zombie monkeys
rewil: that become bigger and more horrible during the full moon!
Me: so... pirate zombie werewolf monkeys?
Me: of doom?
rewil: with lasers.
Me: Rock On
rewil: and Samurai swords?
rewil: there is only so much coolness their tiny primate bodies can handle, alas. Even with zombification and lycanthropy involved.
rewil: otoh, fuckit: piratezombweremonkeypalooza!
Which seemed to remind her of:
rewil: oh, and you have the pword for mr. wolfy McSadpants, yes?
Karma - She is a bitch
Captain and I decide to go out to dinner on Wednesday night just before seven. We go to Kobe's (my steakhouse of choice) and it's understandably busy being the dinner hour. Kobe has hibachi grills which are eight top tables where you get seated, you order, and eventually a chef comes out to cook your food on the grill. In other words, you sit with people you don't know, you chat a bit and you eat.
We get there and there are is an older couple with grandkids running around insane (the kids, not the older couple) sitting in the waiting area. There are four (or five, I can't remember) of them. We get there and before someone can come to find out how many in our party the older gentleman starts yelling about his wait and when will he be seated.
The host says that it will be just a bit, they have to get a free table cleared off.
OG goes nuts insisting that they had served a couple before him and they'd been waiting and why couldn't they get a table NOW and once they get seated they better get a chef right away.
Host explains that once they're seated they will have an order taken and the host needs to see if there shall be any new people to add to the table, and the other couple got seated because there was room for two at a prior table. Two, not four (or five).
OG flips and starts yelling, for Hubby and I's benefit I believe, about the shitty service and how his family was going to Lone Star By God! And he would not shut up while the host tried to explain. He came toward us still bitching and told us he was going to Lone Star. This gentleman is a cop, btw. He was wearing clothing to identify him as a cop.
His wife stops in the hall and starts going off on the server who had come up to us to try to help us and I, very loudly to talk over her, say "Actually I happen to like eating here, I think the service here is outstanding on the whole, much better than someplace like Lone Star. We're perfectly content to wait for an open table unlike some people. Thank you for your assistance."
And then my dear husband says "I bet they wouldn't have even left a decent tip." Loudly. I swear I'm rubbing off on him.
We got free drinks for the night.
As someone once pointed out to me, Karma is a bitch so I'm hoping the OG - and others like him, who believe they are better than anyone else and that they can treat people poorly - get theirs.
I've got to admit a guilty secret.
I - I - I've been eating veggies.
Green ones.
I know, I know. I swore I'd never do it but those veggies in the stir fry - oh my goodness, they are so crispy and tasty in the cream sauce and I can't help it. I hang my head in shame.
Still won't eat the onions.
The Lego Hogwarts project is done. For now. Technically I'm still working on mix N matching heads/hair and bodies on my extra figs to add them in. But other than that, everything is built and up until I have a chance to take pictures.