Guds Spelerman

..i've spent the last week playing Dragon Age - Origins, and somehow, I really hope that Splenda, my 18 level rogue/duellist won't die. Repeatedly, that is.

The funniest thing is while poking the various game forums, everyone's raving how their beefed up warrior did this and that. The RL rogue in me laughs a little contented laugh. Hah.

Umf. I had to take a break cause my brain hurt and I had to let R. play his dwarf too..

Historic performer Dante Ferrara might be of service:



Don't forget to toggle "more" options on for the lyrics. Enjoy!

So, today it rained, a lot. I decided it would not interfere with my daily walking schedule, so I walked in the rain (my shoes got soaked, which was unfortunate)

As I'm walking along the part of Forbes that is actually a bridge over the rail tracks, this girl walks towards me from the opposite direction. When I can properly see her, my eyes are captured by her umbrella. It's bubblegum pink, and states with bold black letters:

"Merde, il pleut".

By the time we make eye contact I laugh hysterically and so does she. I keep laughing past Starbucks and past the museum. My own umbrella (khaki green with no messages in any language) gets backwards, but I'm still laughing.

It happened that I previewed a couple of spam emails to make certain that that's what they were. Nothing viral, thankfully, just the odd st0ckmarket crapola.

In every email I checked (which was like a fake stock alert, let us not forget), the last two sentences were taken from Pride and Prejudice.

Rees turned the keys of the old apt in this morning. Shortly after he was done, he sent me the following email. Chongy is Mr. K.Chong, the office coordinator/royal idiot.

"chongy asked me to separate the keys into which ones did what. when we were down to the laundry room keys, and the mailbox key, he said "i bet that one is the mailbox key". also, when i wrote down my forwarding address, he said, and "and you WERE in #203, right" ... i said, yes. and he said "man, i'm good. ". finally, he asked when i would be out. (i had already given him the keys"

I am still laughing.

When Choir Vocal Handling Examples Turn Into Combovers, Getting Home Means Wrestling, Snacks and Crochetting, and Waking Up Means "Off With The Sandals, On With The Snowboots".

Woohoo, said Ockham.

I tried to test drive the buttonhole feature on my sewing machine. Nobody died, except the needle, at least I had a replacement. No buttonhole to be found though. I wonder what I'm doing wrong.
I need to solve this mystery soon, specially if I wanna do a doublet. Lots and lots of buttons!