Cold, wet, snowy morning. I can only think the people burbling excitedly about White Christmases didn't have to drive the freeway this morning.
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Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
shumash?
Heh. Shammes.
So, I just helped a guy looking for newspaper articles about his own conviction for murder. In 1972, but still.
Game Night at Chez Zmayhem was very fun. P-Cow picked up JZ and Matilda in the East Bay where they were visiting her dad. Reportedly they all sang along to Taylor Swift songs into the City. Sean arrived in a timely fashion.
We pulled out Emmett's old Shrek edition of the game Operation and I served popcorn with smoked paprika, cayenne and parmesan. Emmett allowed us to dig into his private stash of Sprecher's Root Beer. Emmett and Sean bonded over their college classes.
Megan Walker finally showed up ("I thought we said 6:30?"), which meant I was now making martinis. She treated us all to asian noodles takeout, and then we got down to playing Apples to Apples (Junior edition so Matilda could play).
The Junior edition totally threw Polter-Cow, but he was easily the best judge of the evening turning all card possibilities into extended narratives. The best (by far) was him doing a Mr. Bean storyline based on the word "Painful." Mr. Bean suffered a series of painful events events landing head first in Africa, falling through glass and then experiencing the most painful thing of all: "My Family."
I could not believe how good my 6-year-old cousin was at regular Apples to Apples. There were a couple of things she didn't know, but combine that with terrible hands, and she was right on par with everyone else. She won the game!
Have you guys ever played Robo Rally? Glorious chaos that benefits a programmer's brain.
So, I just helped a guy looking for newspaper articles about his own conviction for murder. In 1972, but still.
Holy crap, flea! That's freaky.
That sounds like a story.
See, flea? You are totally law librarian material! That wouldn't be a strange story in my circle, but a box to be ticked.
I guess what was odd was the sense I got that it was something he was nostalgic about. He didn't proclaim his innocence or anything. He was especially looking for an article with a photo, like he was proud of having been in the paper (for his arrest on capital murder charges.)