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Various And Sundry Bits
Jan. 9th, 2009 09:42 amTrue love is having a husband who, when you climb into bed at 2:30 in the morning (two hours after said husband crashed) after unexpectedly prolonged online roleplaying sessions and other miscellaneous babbling, not only doesn't scold you, but moves over so you can put your cold feet on his shins. Truly, I am blessed - both in my friends and in my choice of significant other.
In other news, I am tired.
CNN just had a news piece about yet another person writing a book about yet another person who Really Killed Kennedy, And This Time It's Really Him For Sure. And all I can think of is that I really want there to be a Mary Celeste-style LARP, set on the grassy knoll and in the book depository, where every single damn character is there to shoot JFK. Or prevent his shooting. Including aliens, an alternate version of Kennedy himself from a dark future, and Jack the Ripper.
I also plan on making a deathbed confession that I shot JFK. Just so y'all know. It seems to be the new trendy thing to do, and hey, it guarantees that someone will write a book about me.
Normal people never have to ask their spouses, "Honey, what do you think would happen to a vampire in a sweat lodge? Would it work at all?" Of course, normal spouses wouldn't give the question the serious consideration it deserves.
The new Strawberry Santa Shower Jelly I got from Lush yesterday really does look alarmingly like a baby-sized version of The Blob from that horrible 1950's horror movie. Perhaps I should wait to use it for a day when I'm not quite this sleepy.
Don't do a Google search on 'The Blob' to find out the year it was made. Just don't. It's not quite as bad as the time I wanted to look up the name of the Japanese luck goddess and couldn't find my copy of Deities and Demigods and stupidly decided to search on 'Japanese Goddesses,' but.... it's close.
I had something else to say here, and it was quite profound, but it has been lost in the fog that is my brain this morning....
In other news, I am tired.
CNN just had a news piece about yet another person writing a book about yet another person who Really Killed Kennedy, And This Time It's Really Him For Sure. And all I can think of is that I really want there to be a Mary Celeste-style LARP, set on the grassy knoll and in the book depository, where every single damn character is there to shoot JFK. Or prevent his shooting. Including aliens, an alternate version of Kennedy himself from a dark future, and Jack the Ripper.
I also plan on making a deathbed confession that I shot JFK. Just so y'all know. It seems to be the new trendy thing to do, and hey, it guarantees that someone will write a book about me.
Normal people never have to ask their spouses, "Honey, what do you think would happen to a vampire in a sweat lodge? Would it work at all?" Of course, normal spouses wouldn't give the question the serious consideration it deserves.
The new Strawberry Santa Shower Jelly I got from Lush yesterday really does look alarmingly like a baby-sized version of The Blob from that horrible 1950's horror movie. Perhaps I should wait to use it for a day when I'm not quite this sleepy.
Don't do a Google search on 'The Blob' to find out the year it was made. Just don't. It's not quite as bad as the time I wanted to look up the name of the Japanese luck goddess and couldn't find my copy of Deities and Demigods and stupidly decided to search on 'Japanese Goddesses,' but.... it's close.
I had something else to say here, and it was quite profound, but it has been lost in the fog that is my brain this morning....
