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I'm having a sort of out-of-phase temporal anomaly day. I KNOW today is Saturday, but I keep having to remind myself that it is. I woke up thinking it was Sunday but thought I'd oriented myself after a few minutes. Nope. It's been five hours and I'm still wondering if it's Saturday, Sunday, or some secret in-between day.
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Fantasy Monster: Shatterbone
This literally creeped me out. As someone who sustained a couple of pretty severely broken bones in an auto accident a few years ago I felt this. Yeesh. I love it.
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Also, my son's band, which has a classic rock feel to their music, opened for Vanilla Ice tonight at an amusement park. Seriously, this is their Spinal Tap moment, I think.
I didn't get to attend the show, but my son's band opening for Vanilla Ice was a hit. The crowd loved them and Mr. Ice (??) had them come back onstage during his set for them to take another bow. And then they danced. Seriously. My son, who is nearly 28 years old, was the first one down the runway into the crowd. I have never seen him dance before, it was both a hilarious and proud moment for me. He's 6'4" with hair down to his waist with this Lemmy-styled beard and the crowd went nuts. A friend of one his band members got some video of it and it's awesome...LOL
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Last night and again tonight I'll be dog sitting my ex's three pups. They are all very sweet, friendly dogs and will wrestle each other to be the first one to get petted (they're not really pups, but full grown dogs totally almost 250 pounds in weight combined).
So I fed them this morning but for some reason two of them refused to eat at all and one of them has medication he's supposed to take twice a day with food. When I realized he wasn't going to eat I tried to at least get him to take his medicine and he snarled and snapped at me. A second attempt got hackles and a lowered head with deep growling. I shrugged and put the pill on the counter and he immediately went back to being the happy idiot he always is. It didn't matter that I told her I did everything I could think of but there was no way I was going to let her dog bite me. Now she's mad at me because they didn't eat and that I gave up trying to get him to take his medicine because he "doesn't do that when she gives it to him" (she's always had a super annoying habit of saying "Well, he doesn't do that for me" or something similar and just doesn't get it when I repeat my answer over and over). She will literally go on with that same damned question until I tell her to stop it. I love her to pieces and she's my best friend but that's an aggravating habit I never got used to. Another example is she was here one day and I accidentally stepped on my son's cat's tail, who of course yowled and took off. I swear she asked me six times "How could you not see the cat? She was right in front of you", with me telling her "No, I didn't see the damned cat" each time. I finally just had to tell her if she asked me that one more time I was going to get a Sharpie and write my answer on her arm so I could stop repeating myself.
So anyway, I'm here at Sweet Home Calabama for a bit but am going back out to her place for one more night. Hopefully, they'll eat after going without for a few hours. If not, I'll have to endure another round of "Well, he doesn't do that with me, etc, etc...").
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She will literally go on with that same damned question until I tell her to stop it.
Maybe she think's you're like the Will Ferrell character in Austin Powers?
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DungeonmasterCal wrote:She will literally go on with that same damned question until I tell her to stop it.Maybe she think's you're like the Will Ferrell character in Austin Powers?
That's uncomfortably close...lol
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Every now and then I'll get in this weird mood where I want sauerkraut and literally NOTHING else will do. I don't get cravings often, but when I hear the siren call of the Old Country, I best respond.
I like relish and mayo as well. Though is mayo a topping? It goes underneath. Wouldn't that make it a... you know, I'll just stop before I say something that makes me snort.
Appropriate question, Cal, for today I do Nerdpendence Day. A few of the people who've gamed with me over the years are coming over and we're going to play Mansions of Madness and eat grilled goodness while the smoke ascends to the nostrils of the gods, taunting them with how delicious hot dogs are.
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Sounds like a perfect day!
It was pretty awesome. It was the first time any of us had played Mansions of Madness. I highly recommend it.
It's a cooperative game... UNTIL... the Insane cards come out. Each Insane condition card gives that player (and only that player) a unique victory condition. Mine was that if I started my turn in the same square as exactly one other Investigator and had a bladed weapon, I ended the game victorious by sacrificing them to Shub-Niggurath.
It took a fair amount of tactical maneuvering, and I'm pretty sure I did minor neurological damage keeping a straight face, but I accomplished it. Sweet little old Agatha Crane, parapsychologist, shanked a Catholic priest in the dark while a Starspawn flailed its limbs in hideous celebration. Iä, iä!
And there was steak.
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Fantasy Monster: Dreamsipper. A dream-eating bat aberration.
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So a couple PCs *and* an NPC ally in my Hell’s Vengeance campaign have sneak attack. This inspired the following song:
♬ Flank stab, baby flank stab! Flank stab baaaybyyyy
it's a little old way that we can work together
flank stab!
Hoboing down the murder highway
looking for some flank stab
all that extra damage isn't even funny
now come on let's loot our victim's money
flank stab baaaayybbyyyy ♬
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Welp, with any luck my group will start back up on July 24th. That gives a decent buffer to clean Sweet Home Calabama while still dealing with my son's and his GF's work schedules and the erratic nature of how bad my pain or depression/anxiety might be that day. Now I gotta find the notes I made for the game we were planning to play in February.
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I'm a deficient housekeeper at the best of times. Washing dishes is the chore I hate more than any other. I've gotten angry just because I had to do them when I was responsible for them when I lived alone. But while I love my son more than life itself he truly doesn't give a pair of fetid dingo's kidneys how trashy his living space becomes. His GF is the same, if not worse. I was surprisingly diplomatic and calm explaining to them I needed the place cleaned up given the state it was in. I did my best to keep up with their lack of care (or maybe even awareness) about how the place looked but eventually gave up trying because it was a losing battle. But I'm not gonna lie, I would have come completely unglued had either of them tossed out an "It's not that bad. Your friends won't mind" or something similar.
My son is also incredibly uncomfortable and even phobic when it comes to any sort of arthropod. If things don't improve fast enough I'll tell him I saw cockroaches in his bedroom because of the leftover takeout boxes he has lying everywhere. It will spur him into either cleaning the joint up or moving out. Either one is a win.
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I was never THAT neat until… I started working at home full time (way before last year). When I was around all the time, suddenly this weird fussiness kicked in and now I get itchy if clutter or dust starts to accumulate. Even so, when we moved back in April I couldn’t believe the amount of secret fur the pets had stashed away. I could’ve made a fur golem! (*cough* Drejk *cough*)
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