smonster, years ago when I was trying to get my head out of a relationship that was super, super bad for me, I planned and executed a funeral at a local cemetery. Congressional Cemetery, to be specific.
Far from John Phillips Souza's shrine, I sang some sad songs (I highly recommend Mary Chapin Carpenter's The Word, said some words and buried some stuff. Into the hole went my favorite picture of us, a gift I made for him that he tossed back into my face, some rosemary/lavendar and a final statement to him.
A friend came with me, although she thought is was a weird idea. When it was all over she asked if I'd come back with her on another day to do the same with one of her regrets in life.
Ritualizing transition is SUCH a good idea, to my way of thinking.
I hope you will do it.
I really like the term "cheese weasel". Thanks for that new slur.
This is a long-standing insult in D&D circles, used to refer to players who try to exploit loopholes and unbalanced rules to over-power their character. (It does have a great ring to it.)
My Philly gaming group once toyed with the idea of creating an entire party of wood elves (a race beloved of cheese weasels), all with the surname of "Fiercecheese", and our choice of cheese for the given name (such as Brie or Gouda). I was the only one that actually did so, creating one V. B. Fiercecheese. (The V.B. sood for "Venezuelan Beaver".)
On packing for trips:
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I did already roll my clothes but didn't know about packing heaviest to lightest.
Damn. It's a good thing TCG and I are headed home in a little while because one of my leg braces just cracked in half. This is totally my own damn fault. I have had new ones at home for a while that I have been too damn lazy to start wearing. Still, good thing for duct tape.
Tired of being sick. glad other people can help people here, because I can only think of poor me
Twice as much, actually.
Yes, this! But, they only pay thier own employees the rate I'm getting, so no chance of a raise.
Has Jilli seen these?
Yes, and has thus far managed to not give in and purchase them. But they are super-cute.
In totally gross news, I did not until about 15 minutes ago, know that McDonald's sells strawberry jelly in those little ketchup packets.
Wanna know how I found out?
You don't really, but I'm going to tell you anyway as I do a full Nelson facepalm.
I know because my beloved Bartleby just pooped one out.
Yep. That bad belly of the last two days? Explained.
Sigh.
