Awww, listen to you! Thanks, P-C.
Ah, the beauty of friends who can't see you.
ETA- I totally want to wear the white, Hil. The key is not hurting E's feelings. (And I really do like the shirt she got me.) Maybe I say I got deoderant on it?
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Awww, listen to you! Thanks, P-C.
Ah, the beauty of friends who can't see you.
ETA- I totally want to wear the white, Hil. The key is not hurting E's feelings. (And I really do like the shirt she got me.) Maybe I say I got deoderant on it?
The Cat Game, on which I just got to level 19 and 264500 points, is not like Tetris. Tetris is about filling rows. This game is about matching cats. It is much more like (from my own experience) Dr. Mario (only without the germs).
Not like Tetris.
The lurkers support me from behind the couch. Ok, that's P-C, but, still.
Okay, so how weird is to watch DebetEsse type that post, and then go to my computer and see that very post on the board. VERY WEIRD.
Also? THE CAT GAME IS NOT LIKE TETRIS.
There's a jewel game (not Bejeweled, though) that cat stacking is more like. I blank.
I'm afraid to click the link. I gave half of my college career to Snood.
It was what I remember of tetris - however I bow to superior knowlesge, because I only played a little - like 3 times.
Snood is on my dock. This is worse than Snood, in that you can't take breaks between levels. You just have to keep going. Possibly for a very long time.
It was what I remember of tetris - however I bow to superior knowlesge, because I only played a little - like 3 times.
In your defense, it is not nothing like Tetris. It shares one similarity, and that is a vertically rectangular playing field with rotatable things falling.
Cat stacking is like Columns, which is my favorite block game of all time.
Mmm. Columns.
At least, that's what it sounds like.
So, my groceries are here and put away. Oh how I love grocery delivery. Unfortunately, the driver couldn't carry the stuff upstairs, 'cause there was nowhere for him to park with all the snow. Oh, well. Emily and I managed to get it all up here.
Now I'm trying to decide how to spend my time before Stargate. Should I read, work on a paper, work on a different paper, work on my first poem for the creative writing class, or do class-required surfing of the Internet? Choices, choices.