My mother gave me the sex talk when I was about 7, which means my sister got it at 3 or 4. She never ever got it again, even at school. My mother's sex talk was incredibly clinical. I already understood (as much as a 7 year old could) gestation, but I didn't know what part the penis played in the whole thing--I was pretty much zygote-and-onwards informed. Such a revelation.
Still failed to sound like the same thing that made the nextdoor neighbour kids snicker, though. Sounded completely unrelated.
Okay, freaky. I have an app that reads out my text messages, and it's pretty good at pronouncing swear words. Also, Colin has a dirty mouth.
I have a new guitar!!!
I don't know if this picture link thing will work: [link]
It's a Daisy Rock and it has an electronic tuner, and I have a case and a metronome and a strap and picks.
I have spent way too much of today trying to convince Best Buy to give me a credit card, which I wanted them to do because then they will give me 5% off when I buy a fridge (they also seem to have the best prices anyway). First the online process rejected me because they couldn't verify my info so I had to go into a store, where I was rejected because the clerk spelled my name wrong.
I finally won though!
I have a new guitar!!!
Awesome! It looks just right in your hands.
I had the sex talk (or possibly the drug talk?) with my dad when I was like 22 and heading off to spring break in Florida with some friends. (note I had already been off at Uni for two years, then moved back home and was bar tending while going to another school .
"So, um, your mother's talked to you about [awkward pause]?"
"Think we're good, yeah."
"ok, good. Just, um, be careful."
Pix, my heart goes out to you all.
I tried on a couple of them, but the daisy rocks really do fit very well, and assume the player has boobs.
Yay, Allyson!
Dan and I had amych for most of the day! We got to wander around the NAC and watch people being professionally stabby. People! With swords! Everywhere!
It was awesome! When I went out to loading docks for a smoke, I found out I am apparently the doppelganger to Ali's wife, whoever the hell Ali is. But some Texan fencing product vendor greeted me with "Hey, where's Ali?" Dan was a bit nonplussed, but we rolled with it.
Then a large man with a Middle Eastern accent came out and bitched about how long an epee match took to referee, and another ref came out, and told a story about how a fencer stepped on his toes so hard, twice, that a paramedic had to take a scalpel to his big toe under blood geysered out.
Then amych was done with her sabre matches, which were great fun to watch. I asked lots of questions. Y'all, they're basically ROBOTS WITH SWORDS HOOKED UP TO CYBER LEASHES!!
Then we had real BBQ. She got a plate of short ribs the size of her head. KC BBQ passed muster, though, and I think she's in a BBQ/fencing coma at her hotel now.
It was great! I haven't seen a Buffista in the flesh for years now, and there were SWORDS IN THE BARGAIN. FTW!
I am so sorry Pix
Please pass on my thoughts and condolences to Matt, Beth, I am sorry for your famiily's loss.
BBQ and Sabers! Man, that's better than Hookers and Blow.
