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.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
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.
super geeky.
don't even try to front.
ita, were you there when my husband gave a long-winded rundown of 80s WWF superstars to our patient waiter? Even my BiL has a collection of orcs and knives. The nerds are out there.