Munchkin doesn't really count as an RPG.
I know I'm not the only one who had a Homicide-disconnect right then.
Right, there comes a point where you have to either move on, or just buy yourself a Klingon costume and go with it.
Xander ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
juliana - Jan 03, 2007 8:37:49 am PST #8639 of 10004
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Laga - Jan 03, 2007 8:39:36 am PST #8640 of 10004
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
What RPG on Homicide? Rocket Propelled Grenade?
erikaj - Jan 03, 2007 8:42:03 am PST #8641 of 10004
Always Anti-fascist!
Me too. Totally. Picturing a bunch of disappointed hippies in dark glasses waxing existential. I'm FG at that game, yo.
Aims - Jan 03, 2007 8:42:09 am PST #8642 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I think it's just that you don't want to.
This very true also. I also don't think I'd be very good.
"So, four headed moon beast...What did you think of Chanel's fall collection this year? Lots of pockets. IS THAT WHERE THE RIDDLE IS! I'll beat you with my steel reinforced stilletto bitch boots!"
Topic!Cindy - Jan 03, 2007 8:50:52 am PST #8643 of 10004
What is even happening?
Cashmere, Ben was Owen's age (and pretty stout) when I was pregnant with Julia and went into premature labor and had to learn all new ways of doing things. You can retrain yourself (and Owen) to lavoid all lifting of him, at this point in his development. The hardest parts will be breaking your regular habits.
He can climb onto a bed to get his diaper changed. He can climb up into your mini-van. He can climb up into his high chair. He can do stairs. If he wants you to pick him up, he can learn that you have to sit, and he had to climb into your lap, etc.
Liv, of course, is a different matter.
sj - Jan 03, 2007 9:31:38 am PST #8644 of 10004
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Gud! I am so happy to hear that things are better with you and your wife. Continued happiness for you in 2007.
{{{Cashmere}}} Continued back~ma to you.
Astarte! It is nice to see you posting.
Congratulations on the new job, Plei!
Gudanov - Jan 03, 2007 9:41:20 am PST #8645 of 10004
Coding and Sleeping
Best wishes for you back Cashmere.
Thanks for all the well wishes everybody.
December Pictures... [link]
Sean K - Jan 03, 2007 9:45:32 am PST #8646 of 10004
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Wow! Stunningly beautiful children, Gud. Leif's going to be a ladykiller.
sj - Jan 03, 2007 9:45:54 am PST #8647 of 10004
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
You have very cute kids, Gud!
Atropa - Jan 03, 2007 9:49:28 am PST #8648 of 10004
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Gud, I'm very glad to hear that.
Cash, good luck. I hope everything goes well.
Astarte! Nice to see you around again.
Oh, last night's conversations about XBoxes and Princess Tickybox reminded me of a story. So, the day last week when there was the frag fest, Plei and I went makeup shopping, liberated Tickybox from daycare, and took her home to feed her before deciding what we were doing for the rest of the evening. Paul was already logged onto Live and shooting at people, and Plei had some stuff to take care of, so I cheerfully volunteered to keep an eye on Lily as she ate her dinner. While she ate (and dabbled her hands in her soup), she would occasionally look toward the living room and inquire "Daddy?"
"Daddy's on a mission, Squeak", I told her.
"Mission!"
"Yes. Shooting Uncle Pete."
"Pete!"
It was oddly cute. Of course, a few minutes later, she decided she was All Done with her food, flipped her tray onto the floor, exclaimed "Mess!" and then giggled delightedly. So apparently my babywrangling skills need a little work ...