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Today has been a silly day. I present:
In related news, why roleplayers should not watch pre-school television shows. I will run this game one day, mark my words!
Neo Garlic’s power level is over 9000!
This week has been a good one for food. Thanks to non-traditional (or at least not traditionally British) Christmas dinners, I’ve had five different meats over the last three days, if you’ll indulge my reference to pork loin and gammon as different things.
And I’ve two days running had my ideal Christmas - sod presents, decorations and all that, my Christmas consists of three things in chronological order:
1) Working my arse off in the kitchen
2) Eating far too much
3) Drinking various alcoholic things while lying back in a comfy chair and chatting to friends and family.
I think this might make me an old man, or a father, or something. Fetch me my pipe and slippers.
At this point, I’d also like to thank my stomach for its performance. Tuesday night saw me vomiting copiously and drinking Lemsip, by Wednesday night I was shovelling stilton, Rioja and brandy down my throat with no ill effects at all. Yay!
Multi-bird roast desire this year: 78% and rising.
What the hell? Suddenly, it’s the 19th of December. It’s my last day at work before two weeks of Christmas holiday. But where was the build-up? Where the sense of the joyous release of the holiday season?
Is it a sign that I’m getting older - or perhaps that I’m the father of a toddler - that I haven’t felt excited even at the prospect of two weeks off work? Truth be told, I’ve barely noticed that time has passed in the last six months or so. And only a decade ago, December was far, far too long!
One day, when I have a child that understands instead of a toddler that doesn’t, do you reckon I could have that feeling back for a while?
Clearly I work for an uncool defence contractor, or something. I wonder how you get into the cool side…
Also squee, (the bit after the credits)!
As promised on Twitter earlier today:
A roleplaying revolution!
An assault against all things politically correct!
Hilliary Clinton is Captain America, and there are zombies!
For the attention of Winter and Spring,
Would you guys please sort your shit out? This is getting kind of silly now.
Eric bought a plushie Higgs Boson off t’internet.
First thing she said when she took it out of the box?
“Jesus Christ, it’s heavy!”
Well, er, yes?
(Warning, comedy may be completely lost on non-physicists)
Discovered this in the window of a phone box on the way home today.
Slowpoke I know, but I just got around to watching it. Is it just me, or was there supposed to be an ending there? You know, one where they don’t just go happily flying off into the sunset?