Monthly Archives: January 2007

William

Go buy the game, install it on your computer and join the online sensation before we all murder you.

WoW can be a social game, you meet up with other players, group temporarily and work on a quest or instance together. Sometimes you even meet up and play together again. Wil is better at that than I. He’s always making friends. But we grouped up with a female night elf rogue a couple of months ago, not long after we first started playing, and sort of clicked with her. We called her Z, as she seemed to name all her characters names starting with Z. They call me “T” because all my character names start with … wait for it… T. We call Wil “Wil” because he lacks such consistency and his main character’s name starts with “i” and it could be awkward referring to someone as “I”

Soon we were playing with Z all the time. I’m going to be honest with you here, I’d come home from work and Z and Wil would have been playing for some time, they’d be laughing about the horde they ganked, or quests they had completed without me, both of them leveling up rapidly, and I was jealous. They had their little jokes, and they played well together. It was petty, but I was a tad jealous that Wil was playing the WoW with some other girl. But we did have fun when the three of us played, as well.

So, one day I was about to play with Z, and Wil asked me if Z was a boy or a girl.

“What do you mean? I assumed she was a girl, she plays a girl character.”

“….”

“Ok, point taken, you play a girl character and you are all man.”

“Actually, I assumed so too, but once we met up with some of his/her friends and I swear they referred to him/her as Kyle.”

So, I decided to be impertinent and ask her. And, as it so happens, Z is a boy. And suddenly I LOVED Z. Z was my favorite person in the whole World of Warcraft. I had a whole new appreciation for him. I mean, I liked him before, don’t get me wrong, but now… well, I don’t know why I even thought he was a girl. He and Wil have the same love for the fart emotes, the same sick teabagging the dead horde joke… Z actually taught that move to Wil. It’s obvious when they play together, they become 14 again. 14 year old BOYS.

I just hope he never finds out I’m old enough to be his mother. Fourteen wasn’t all that long ago for Z.

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One for the history books

It’s a beautiful day, blue sky … no rain, and I’m going to do yard work. No, seriously, I am. I don’t do yard work. I quit doing it when I moved out of my parents house and they no longer gave me chores. I’m not sure they gave me much yard work to do after we left Grand Junction anyway, and that was in the 7th grade. I do remember having to do some weeding the same day we were filling up the pool for the season one year. We had a kidney shaped pool, which was the greatest thing EVER. Toads would sometimes jump in the pool, but couldn’t get back out. If we didn’t catch them, they drowned. That was sad. Anyway I wasn’t able to jump in the currently frigid pool until I finished the weeding. It was torture. I’m not sure it made me move faster so much as whine more. That’s the last yard work I remember. Most of my chores were indoor. At some point, an allergist pointed out to my mother how severe my allergy to grass was, and suggested I never mow a lawn. I never have. I send that allergist Christmas cards*.

But there are branches to be picked up, my front and back yards are carpeted with them. Not to mention the roof. Don’t worry, my mom, who is the sweetest most wonderful most special and definitely the prettiest mother on the face of this earth, is coming over to help me. She’s been on the roof before, when she lived in this house, and as long as someone holds the ladder for her, she’s cool with the roof.

A collective sigh of relief can be heard from those who have seen me walk.

*not really, I don’t manage to get xmas cards out to anyone, I’m so bad. I certainly enjoy receiving them. Every year I say this is the year, I’m going to send Christmas Cards. Ha!

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Lunch lady

I think I have found my new profession, kids. I have lunch with people. That’s what I do. I lunch. I had lunch with my stepfather, on my way down from Canada yesterday. I had lunch with mom today. I am having lunch with some ex-coworkers on Thursday. Lunching is what I do.

My car was searched on my way into the states Monday. First time searched. I think of it more as a mini search. They didn’t pull me to the side for a full search, but the extremely nosey border guard went thru my back seat and trunk, opened up my suitcase. But the worst part is, he scared me into lying. No one has actually asked me what I do for a living since I quit my job, which is odd because border guards both ways love that question “who do you work for?” But this guy was so weird and so freaking suspicious that I panicked and said I was a freelance technical writer. Of course, lying to a government official freaked me out even more. I don’t even know why I did it. I could just say I was unemployed. But he acted like I was a surefire candidate for some kind of smuggling. I know it’s their job but every answer I gave to each question he returned with a look of “oh really?”

What I need is a good answer that is also honest. Any suggestions? Anyone willing to pay me a dollar for something I write so I can say I’m a writer? Stephen King says that’s all I need to say it.

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Thursday’s Child has far to go…

“Oh ye of little faith”

“What? What are you talking about, I’m full of faith. I’ve got faith up to my freakin’ eyeballs.”

“Are you sure that’s faith you are full of?”

“Well, it sure as hell ain’t grace.”

“I think you are very graceful… as long as you are not walking.”

“Precisely.”

A week or so ago, I fell down some stairs on my way down to pay the pizza man, in my socky feat. It was only a couple of stairs, as the stairs stop after about 3 and then turn to the right. Had I lost complete control, I would have just hit the wall, not fallen all the way down the stairs or anything. Instead I just bruised my butt. Hence my understandable concern about the branches on my roof, which have been there since the big storm. Now that the snow has finally gone, I’m “hoping” for a nice day sometime next week, so I can clean up the branches still in the driveway. But … the ones on the roof… I’m not so sure about. Most people agree that it would be a BAD IDEA for me to get up on the roof.

I think I would be ok once I got up on the roof. But transferring myself from the ladder to the roof, or worse, back onto a rickety ladder… those are the moments that I’d probably topple. So the real question is… those branches aren’t hurting anything are they?

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evildeb

Everything is better with kittens, people.

Evildeb hates me. Actually, she just resents me. She was discussing one of the more frustrating aspects of my former job with Dr. Stevil and KK, when I chatted her … the fact that I don’t have to talk about this subject, or deal with it, makes her resent me. It is somewhat upsetting, but understandable, because she is evil and tends to feel things at a more intense level than the rest of us non-evil people. I think she just misses me. I miss her too. Apparently I left some stuff behind, so I’m going to have to stop by soon.

After a lot of thought, about two weeks at least, I’ve decided to clean the kitchen first. The kitchen, office and bedroom have to be clean before the family room, dining room and bathroom can really be picked up. Stuff has migrated all over the house and there is no place to put anything away. I described it as “teenage girl bedroom chaos dirty, but over the entire house,” to my stepmom. Anyway, I was making good progress until a song from the musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer came on my iTunes shuffle. Then I found myself sitting down to watch season 7, which I never watched on disc, and so had missed all the commentary and special features. I have all the seasons on dvd now because I bought myself this a few months back:

It’s so pretty. I gave all my single seasons I did own to my cousin. The best part is, I think I finally have Wil primed to watch BtVS. He’s a big Firefly and Serenity fan, so he knows the genius of Joss. Got him hooked on Veronica Mars, so I know he can accept the premise of kick ass teenage girls who solve problems while wearing cool clothes. I’m looking forward to sharing Buffy with him.

ok… back to cleaning… i know… quit stalling.

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Top 10 Things That Would Make My Frequent Ferry Rides More Enjoyable

10. Frequent Sailing Punch Cards – every 10th sail free.

9. Chair Massages

8. A Barnes and Noble onboard.

7. Blinds or shades for my car windows, so I can nap in peace.

6. Porpoises frolicking in the wake.

5. A car wash

4. Ummmm… pedicures!

3. Dr Pepper

2. And I cannot stress this one enough… wireless internet access.

And the number one thing that would make my Frequent Ferry Rides More Enjoyable?

1. kittens. duh.

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Snowed in, in Canada

Woke up to inches of snow on the ground, and more fluffy stuff falling. I suppose, to some, snow would be expected in Canada. But this is Victoria. It’s below the 49th. Basically, whatever happens in Seattle, happens in Victoria. So, yes, they are getting snow down home as well. I think about a half foot has fallen here already, not sure what that is in centimeters. And it’s snowing again now.

We went for a walk today. The snow is still new and soft. Sidewalks, which were newly shoveled when we walked one direction, were completely blanketed again when we came back. I made bear prints in the snow. And threw a snowball at a telephone pole. Well, aimed for one at least. That was simply to show the world at large that they were in no danger from me, when it came to snowball fights. I considered making an angel, but I really only brought the one pair of jeans, spending most of my time in yoga pants when we hang out, and didn’t want to completely soak them. We stopped at a coffee shop and I had a large mug of hot chocolate, with whipped cream, and a chocolate swirl. It was a situation in which one could hardly avoid getting whipped cream on one’s nose. Watching the snow out the window, I kept thinking about Colorado. I need to go back there, someday soon.

I bet if I went outside now, in the dark, the world would be all silent, the way it is in the new snow. Everything muffled. Shhhh…. goodnight snow.

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