I'm going to be alone FOREVER.

We could clone Pete for you? Because hell, in addition to the assorted Nightmare Before Christmas, Sandman, and Disney stuff we've got around the house, we've got a life-size bust of a Predator in the living room.

I have a VERTEBRA in a shadow box hanging on the wall. I guess that's less geeky, more creepy. But still.

I have a sternum next to my Justice League cars at the base of my TV. Doesn't even have a shadow box. It's just lying there.

Connie, my sword is in the bedroom on the other side of the bed from the Legolas knives.

Ooh, I wonder where Dread Pirate Roberts' sword will go. It comes with wall mounting.

ANYONE can.

I dunno, Steph. You're a miracle.

How about the wall clock?

It's hard to play house with a wall clock, though.

Well, of course, it's elf made.

It doesn't glow, though. Which could just mean that, despite the membership of my meatspace friend list, no orcs have been in my living room.

ANYONE can.

I dunno, Steph. You're a miracle.

I *really* am.

(Sorry, this is a likes-carrots moment, but it's salient to this conversation.)

The other night The Boy said to me, "Thank you for loving me despite all my issues." Which I thought was totally sweet and I responded in kind and then zonked.

The next day, I told him that his issues aren't as bad as he fears, blah blah ADD-cakes. (I assumed he meant his issues with his ADD.)

He said, "Oh, no -- I meant the kinky stuff!"

Me: "What? Why would you think I'd EVER have a problem with that? You DO remember where I met you, right?"

Him: "Well, sometimes people get tired of it and then just think it's weird."

Me: "Oh no, there is NO WAY you can even THINK you're weirder than me! Just stop right now!"

Which could just mean that, despite the membership of my meatspace friend list, no orcs have been in my living room.

See? But that could ease your mind on a Friday night.

Me: "Oh no, there is NO WAY you can even THINK you're weirder than me! Just stop right now!"

Ahhh, L'amour Fou!

despite the membership of my meatspace friend list, no orcs have been in my living room.

A local environmental organization wants people to write letters to stop a landfill's expansion; one of the problems with the landfill as it currently exists is that it has a 10-ACRE underground fire that's been burning for 9 months.

The Boy: "What do you think is going on down there?"

Me: "Birthing orcs."

we've got a life-size bust of a Predator in the living room.

I totally freaked my sister out with a link to that. It was hysterical. Ah, good times, good times.

But, you know, non-geeks are fine. Just don't trip my geek radar. It gets depressing. Also, perhaps there's a lot of shit you will have to be able to indulge. Or step around.

Hey, I wonder if they make Roger Federer tree ornaments. ::runs to google::

I said it was out there. I didn't say you could have it.

You think I was wanting it without knowing it was out there?

Me: "Oh no, there is NO WAY you can even THINK you're weirder than me! Just stop right now!"

Ahhh, L'amour Fou!

We are NOT RIGHT. Remember: anglerfish.

I totally freaked my sister out with a link to that.

She freaked out at the Predator bust? Huh. Pete still covets the Alien Queen bust, but I don't think I'm going to be able to pull off that particular miracle.