Lazy days and Sundays
Feb. 26th, 2006 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguyNice day yesterday, with an invigorating session with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ketronic and the annual Lobstercon dinner. Pain dances up and down my dorsal region, from neck to hips, and my arms? Well, they've felt better.
Sessions withketronic are always fun. She's a good person to talk to, as well as a skilled RMT (they're no longer called masseuses). I'm going to try to ensure regular sessions with her from now on. I'll have one the morning before Cynra & I go see the musical LotR.
The dinner was weird. It seemed there were some people missing (including the inimitablekaijigal), so the table I was at had a couple empty spaces.
As usual, it was held at the Mandarin, where I, in attempting to pace myself, went back about five times.
Oh, lord. I wished for nothing more than not to die. To say I ate too much is an understatement. I speculated, for a while, that I was in fact gonna punch my ticket in the Mandarins' WC, but it turned out to be not that bad. I wished for a nice, deep, long belch, but none was coming. I even got a ginger ale, but to no avail.
The parents called today, and I spoke to Uday a while while we waited for Pater Bitter to come to the phone. I discussed the previosu evening with him, and we decided that dying of a heart attack in a Mandarin WC is, in fact, really far down on the "bad ways to die" list.
We did figure out that a shark attack would probably be pretty quick, since getting a limb torn off by a great white would probably put you into shock PDQ. He then countered with a cougar attack, but I pointed out that great cats tend to either go for a major vessel or just smother you. That led into a discussion of a cat's nose.
Anyway, the parents have acquired a nice (niiiiice) TV, bigscreen LCD. It's sad to think my parents have a better TV than I do. They're supposed to be above such things, perhaps using a 12 inch B&W to watch hockey while drinking thick dark coffee.
Cynra spent the early part of the day spectating her students at a speech competition hosted by the Legion. I watched the Arrested Development pilot and ate a BLT (one thing I have in common with Sam Vimes; the BLT, not watching Arrested Develoment).pyat, did you ever do a Thud! review?
We did some shopping, and I picked up a Clone Strike booster. Got a Gungan, and a Destroyer Droid. Nice little droid. Cynra picked up a new pair of dungarees, and I got her a card for our anniversary. I'm planning to pick her up a Razr for a gift, but I need to know how easy it'll be to switch over her Simm card. Does the new phone need to be reactivated?
ketronic and the annual Lobstercon dinner. Pain dances up and down my dorsal region, from neck to hips, and my arms? Well, they've felt better. Sessions with
ketronic are always fun. She's a good person to talk to, as well as a skilled RMT (they're no longer called masseuses). I'm going to try to ensure regular sessions with her from now on. I'll have one the morning before Cynra & I go see the musical LotR.The dinner was weird. It seemed there were some people missing (including the inimitable
kaijigal), so the table I was at had a couple empty spaces. As usual, it was held at the Mandarin, where I, in attempting to pace myself, went back about five times.
Oh, lord. I wished for nothing more than not to die. To say I ate too much is an understatement. I speculated, for a while, that I was in fact gonna punch my ticket in the Mandarins' WC, but it turned out to be not that bad. I wished for a nice, deep, long belch, but none was coming. I even got a ginger ale, but to no avail.
The parents called today, and I spoke to Uday a while while we waited for Pater Bitter to come to the phone. I discussed the previosu evening with him, and we decided that dying of a heart attack in a Mandarin WC is, in fact, really far down on the "bad ways to die" list.
We did figure out that a shark attack would probably be pretty quick, since getting a limb torn off by a great white would probably put you into shock PDQ. He then countered with a cougar attack, but I pointed out that great cats tend to either go for a major vessel or just smother you. That led into a discussion of a cat's nose.
Anyway, the parents have acquired a nice (niiiiice) TV, bigscreen LCD. It's sad to think my parents have a better TV than I do. They're supposed to be above such things, perhaps using a 12 inch B&W to watch hockey while drinking thick dark coffee.
Cynra spent the early part of the day spectating her students at a speech competition hosted by the Legion. I watched the Arrested Development pilot and ate a BLT (one thing I have in common with Sam Vimes; the BLT, not watching Arrested Develoment).
pyat, did you ever do a Thud! review?We did some shopping, and I picked up a Clone Strike booster. Got a Gungan, and a Destroyer Droid. Nice little droid. Cynra picked up a new pair of dungarees, and I got her a card for our anniversary. I'm planning to pick her up a Razr for a gift, but I need to know how easy it'll be to switch over her Simm card. Does the new phone need to be reactivated?
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Date: 2006-02-27 07:19 pm (UTC)Yikes. Not quite like the parents we grew up with, eh? Always the last to get a microwave oven (which is now in my kitchen), a VCR (which is the VCR I'm still using), a computer (which - oh wait... you mean this ISN'T a VIC 20 I'm working on?)
I think I'm just a cheap bastard who mooches everything when the parents are done with them...
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Date: 2006-02-27 08:09 pm (UTC)I didn't want to be the one to mention it.
You're watching hockey in the bedroom from now on, BTW.