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napoleonherself) wrote2008-01-12 12:26 pm
napoleonherself) wrote2008-01-12 12:26 pm
Finally getting around to posting.
This post is actually two weeks in the making (and three times in the typing, because Internet Explorer keeps crashing -- it even cleared the clipboard when it went last time, losing me a post that was entirely finished except for one link that I was digging up), so I'm probably forgetting a lot of things. But I can always come back and post about 'em when I think of 'em.
First: On New Year's Day we went and had lunch with mechamom, mechastepdad, mechasister, mechasisterhusband, and mechastepdadmom. (Don't you love my habit of identifying people as mecha-related lists of suffixes?) Here is the place we went:
Heh heh. Dongs.
Yes, I did say the above line every single time the name of the place was mentioned during the week or so between the plan being made and our actually going there. I am, as always, a thirteen-year-old boy.
Flash forward to January 5th, Saturday, and Atomic Age Cinema. We knew that the movie was going to be When Dinosaurs Ruled The Earth, and mecha had an idea for a sort of present for our hosts: a poster for the movie, only with them in it. I thought the idea was teh awesome, and so I worked on it the week before, and then we spent twelve bucks to have it printed and laminated at Kinko's. It looks like this:
(Twice-as-big version here)
Of course, as it turns out, there isn't one damned T-rex in the whole movie. At least our hosts liked the poster enough to announce its existence to everyone, point us out and name us as the generous party, and then pass it around the audience. Which was... yeah, a bit more reaction than we were hoping for, but I look at it this way: Doctor Calimari said a while ago that every time we do something nice for them, it saves us from being eaten for another week. Maybe since they liked the poster so much, it will actually give us two weeks of continued living! Then, the eating.
School started on the 7th, for what will (barring catastrophe) be my last semester before I finally graduate. My courseload looks to be very easy, especially compared to last semester's UNBEARABLE HELLISHNESS where I pulled off a 4.0, somehow. Assuming nothing goes horribly horribly wrong, I might actually get a degree soon! Amazing!
(For those coming in late, I am 26, have never gone to school only part-time, and still ain't graduated. Ooooooold.)
I beat Grand Theft Auto III: Vice City yesterday. Well, the storyline missions. I doubt I will ever get 100%, since there are two checkpoints in the Dirtring that cruelly elude me, and the Firefighter mission is kicking my Ray-Liotta-voiced ass. Still, I got to kill all my enemies. That was sweet.
Over the last week, we went to the Vintage Phoenix (the local comic shop of awesomeness) four times. Do not even ask how much we spent on comics. By the end the owner was referring to us by name, because we just kept coming in and buying things. And mecha would have bought even more if I had not made him stop! Lemme tell you, someday when I'm actually employed and we've saved up a bit of cash, we are probably going to come back down to Bloomington, buy all the things we have ever drooled over in that store, and make the owner a very, very happy man. The entire runs of Transmet and Sandman alone will put us over anything we've spent there before.
Undoubtedly there are plenty of other things I meant to post about over the last couple weeks, but have now forgotten. Until I think of them, here, have a video that gives you some idea of what it is like to hang out with Doctor Calimari and Baron Mardi.
The End.
First: On New Year's Day we went and had lunch with mechamom, mechastepdad, mechasister, mechasisterhusband, and mechastepdadmom. (Don't you love my habit of identifying people as mecha-related lists of suffixes?) Here is the place we went:
Heh heh. Dongs.
Yes, I did say the above line every single time the name of the place was mentioned during the week or so between the plan being made and our actually going there. I am, as always, a thirteen-year-old boy.
Flash forward to January 5th, Saturday, and Atomic Age Cinema. We knew that the movie was going to be When Dinosaurs Ruled The Earth, and mecha had an idea for a sort of present for our hosts: a poster for the movie, only with them in it. I thought the idea was teh awesome, and so I worked on it the week before, and then we spent twelve bucks to have it printed and laminated at Kinko's. It looks like this:
(Twice-as-big version here)
Of course, as it turns out, there isn't one damned T-rex in the whole movie. At least our hosts liked the poster enough to announce its existence to everyone, point us out and name us as the generous party, and then pass it around the audience. Which was... yeah, a bit more reaction than we were hoping for, but I look at it this way: Doctor Calimari said a while ago that every time we do something nice for them, it saves us from being eaten for another week. Maybe since they liked the poster so much, it will actually give us two weeks of continued living! Then, the eating.
School started on the 7th, for what will (barring catastrophe) be my last semester before I finally graduate. My courseload looks to be very easy, especially compared to last semester's UNBEARABLE HELLISHNESS where I pulled off a 4.0, somehow. Assuming nothing goes horribly horribly wrong, I might actually get a degree soon! Amazing!
(For those coming in late, I am 26, have never gone to school only part-time, and still ain't graduated. Ooooooold.)
I beat Grand Theft Auto III: Vice City yesterday. Well, the storyline missions. I doubt I will ever get 100%, since there are two checkpoints in the Dirtring that cruelly elude me, and the Firefighter mission is kicking my Ray-Liotta-voiced ass. Still, I got to kill all my enemies. That was sweet.
Over the last week, we went to the Vintage Phoenix (the local comic shop of awesomeness) four times. Do not even ask how much we spent on comics. By the end the owner was referring to us by name, because we just kept coming in and buying things. And mecha would have bought even more if I had not made him stop! Lemme tell you, someday when I'm actually employed and we've saved up a bit of cash, we are probably going to come back down to Bloomington, buy all the things we have ever drooled over in that store, and make the owner a very, very happy man. The entire runs of Transmet and Sandman alone will put us over anything we've spent there before.
Undoubtedly there are plenty of other things I meant to post about over the last couple weeks, but have now forgotten. Until I think of them, here, have a video that gives you some idea of what it is like to hang out with Doctor Calimari and Baron Mardi.
The End.
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