Oh, how I want a sonic screwdriver that can fix people...

We rearranged the entertainment room again. It feels more open. We switched my couch with the smaller dresser, meaning that my couch now faces the television and the door, and the air vent is only obscured by the wheelchair. The chair holding Luna's bed is still by the door, still requiring anyone walking in or out to pay the Luna Toll with a kiss or pet.

The cats have been responding by joyfully bouncing on, behind, and around the couches, Jupiter in particular. He is extremely happy. It's an adorable thing to watch. He's such a big round cat, and watching him slip behind the couch and climb his way back up is priceless.

My soundtrack for cleaning the entertainment room was the MLP:FIM episode "A Friend In Deed." Adam said I could "even put on ponies in the background." He said do, I heard it. So I turned up the volume a lot. I also mouthed the words to Pinkie Pie's song and danced, because smile.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNrXMOSkBas

And then, this conversation happened:

Adam: The room is so open now! [he holds his arms out and turns slowly].
Me: Yeah, we could probably do yoga in here. Hell, we could probably swing a dead cat... no, wait, that's disturbing... [I grab Lotus Star] we could swing a pony.
Adam: Yep, we can swing a pony. [he swings the pony doll around]. Well, we could swing a dead something. [he goes to the shelf and gets a small skull, and spins around].
Me: Wait, is that actually a cat skull?
Adam: I dunno, I found it in the woods a while ago while I was fossil hunting. It could be a cat, or a small dog, or a rodent.
Me: Neat. In any case, the room is now open enough to swing a small dead something around. Yay!

I love my life.

Also, this gives me a happy feeling in my writerbrain, to know that so many people feel this way about this particular author.
http://lmpruitt.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/ranty-thursday.html
http://lkh-lashouts.livejournal.com/562684.html
Plus: In her latest published work, the author actually had her main character insist that people who hated her were "jealous whiner babies." Priceless. Fucking priceless. Fun fact: Even if an author is blatantly writing a protagonist as a full author insert, it is the absolute height of tasteless immature fuckery to call out the author's critics through the protagonist's narration. Good gods. Writing truly bad porn without admitting it is one thing; having a monster ego so big that it believes itself untouchable is another. I've never heard of a published author who has such a creepy sense of entitlement.

Also, Adam just bought the new PS3 game, "Doctor Who: The Eternity Clock." We are just getting into it right now. Time will tell if we love it or meh it. Online reviews seem to be harsh, though. I think that so far it is awesome.

Oh, how I want a sonic screwdriver that can fix people...

We rearranged the entertainment room again. It feels more open. We switched my couch with the smaller dresser, meaning that my couch now faces the television and the door, and the air vent is only obscured by the wheelchair. The chair holding Luna's bed is still by the door, still requiring anyone walking in or out to pay the Luna Toll with a kiss or pet.

The cats have been responding by joyfully bouncing on, behind, and around the couches, Jupiter in particular. He is extremely happy. It's an adorable thing to watch. He's such a big round cat, and watching him slip behind the couch and climb his way back up is priceless.

My soundtrack for cleaning the entertainment room was the MLP:FIM episode "A Friend In Deed." Adam said I could "even put on ponies in the background." He said do, I heard it. So I turned up the volume a lot. I also mouthed the words to Pinkie Pie's song and danced, because smile.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNrXMOSkBas

And then, this conversation happened:

Adam: The room is so open now! [he holds his arms out and turns slowly].
Me: Yeah, we could probably do yoga in here. Hell, we could probably swing a dead cat... no, wait, that's disturbing... [I grab Lotus Star] we could swing a pony.
Adam: Yep, we can swing a pony. [he swings the pony doll around]. Well, we could swing a dead something. [he goes to the shelf and gets a small skull, and spins around].
Me: Wait, is that actually a cat skull?
Adam: I dunno, I found it in the woods a while ago while I was fossil hunting. It could be a cat, or a small dog, or a rodent.
Me: Neat. In any case, the room is now open enough to swing a small dead something around. Yay!

I love my life.

Also, this gives me a happy feeling in my writerbrain, to know that so many people feel this way about this particular author.
http://lmpruitt.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/ranty-thursday.html
http://lkh-lashouts.livejournal.com/562684.html
Plus: In her latest published work, the author actually had her main character insist that people who hated her were "jealous whiner babies." Priceless. Fucking priceless. Fun fact: Even if an author is blatantly writing a protagonist as a full author insert, it is the absolute height of tasteless immature fuckery to call out the author's critics through the protagonist's narration. Good gods. Writing truly bad porn without admitting it is one thing; having a monster ego so big that it believes itself untouchable is another. I've never heard of a published author who has such a creepy sense of entitlement.

Also, Adam just bought the new PS3 game, "Doctor Who: The Eternity Clock." We are just getting into it right now. Time will tell if we love it or meh it. Online reviews seem to be harsh, though. I think that so far it is awesome.

Oh, how I want a sonic screwdriver that can fix people...

We rearranged the entertainment room again. It feels more open. We switched my couch with the smaller dresser, meaning that my couch now faces the television and the door, and the air vent is only obscured by the wheelchair. The chair holding Luna's bed is still by the door, still requiring anyone walking in or out to pay the Luna Toll with a kiss or pet.

The cats have been responding by joyfully bouncing on, behind, and around the couches, Jupiter in particular. He is extremely happy. It's an adorable thing to watch. He's such a big round cat, and watching him slip behind the couch and climb his way back up is priceless.

My soundtrack for cleaning the entertainment room was the MLP:FIM episode "A Friend In Deed." Adam said I could "even put on ponies in the background." He said do, I heard it. So I turned up the volume a lot. I also mouthed the words to Pinkie Pie's song and danced, because smile.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNrXMOSkBas

And then, this conversation happened:

Adam: The room is so open now! [he holds his arms out and turns slowly].
Me: Yeah, we could probably do yoga in here. Hell, we could probably swing a dead cat... no, wait, that's disturbing... [I grab Lotus Star] we could swing a pony.
Adam: Yep, we can swing a pony. [he swings the pony doll around]. Well, we could swing a dead something. [he goes to the shelf and gets a small skull, and spins around].
Me: Wait, is that actually a cat skull?
Adam: I dunno, I found it in the woods a while ago while I was fossil hunting. It could be a cat, or a small dog, or a rodent.
Me: Neat. In any case, the room is now open enough to swing a small dead something around. Yay!

I love my life.

Also, this gives me a happy feeling in my writerbrain, to know that so many people feel this way about this particular author.
http://lmpruitt.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/ranty-thursday.html
http://lkh-lashouts.livejournal.com/562684.html
Plus: In her latest published work, the author actually had her main character insist that people who hated her were "jealous whiner babies." Priceless. Fucking priceless. Fun fact: Even if an author is blatantly writing a protagonist as a full author insert, it is the absolute height of tasteless immature fuckery to call out the author's critics through the protagonist's narration. Good gods. Writing truly bad porn without admitting it is one thing; having a monster ego so big that it believes itself untouchable is another. I've never heard of a published author who has such a creepy sense of entitlement.

Also, Adam just bought the new PS3 game, "Doctor Who: The Eternity Clock." We are just getting into it right now. Time will tell if we love it or meh it. Online reviews seem to be harsh, though. I think that so far it is awesome.

Oh, how I want a sonic screwdriver that can fix people...

We rearranged the entertainment room again. It feels more open. We switched my couch with the smaller dresser, meaning that my couch now faces the television and the door, and the air vent is only obscured by the wheelchair. The chair holding Luna's bed is still by the door, still requiring anyone walking in or out to pay the Luna Toll with a kiss or pet.

The cats have been responding by joyfully bouncing on, behind, and around the couches, Jupiter in particular. He is extremely happy. It's an adorable thing to watch. He's such a big round cat, and watching him slip behind the couch and climb his way back up is priceless.

My soundtrack for cleaning the entertainment room was the MLP:FIM episode "A Friend In Deed." Adam said I could "even put on ponies in the background." He said do, I heard it. So I turned up the volume a lot. I also mouthed the words to Pinkie Pie's song and danced, because smile.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNrXMOSkBas

And then, this conversation happened:

Adam: The room is so open now! [he holds his arms out and turns slowly].
Me: Yeah, we could probably do yoga in here. Hell, we could probably swing a dead cat... no, wait, that's disturbing... [I grab Lotus Star] we could swing a pony.
Adam: Yep, we can swing a pony. [he swings the pony doll around]. Well, we could swing a dead something. [he goes to the shelf and gets a small skull, and spins around].
Me: Wait, is that actually a cat skull?
Adam: I dunno, I found it in the woods a while ago while I was fossil hunting. It could be a cat, or a small dog, or a rodent.
Me: Neat. In any case, the room is now open enough to swing a small dead something around. Yay!

I love my life.

Also, this gives me a happy feeling in my writerbrain, to know that so many people feel this way about this particular author.
http://lmpruitt.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/ranty-thursday.html
http://lkh-lashouts.livejournal.com/562684.html
Plus: In her latest published work, the author actually had her main character insist that people who hated her were "jealous whiner babies." Priceless. Fucking priceless. Fun fact: Even if an author is blatantly writing a protagonist as a full author insert, it is the absolute height of tasteless immature fuckery to call out the author's critics through the protagonist's narration. Good gods. Writing truly bad porn without admitting it is one thing; having a monster ego so big that it believes itself untouchable is another. I've never heard of a published author who has such a creepy sense of entitlement.

Also, Adam just bought the new PS3 game, "Doctor Who: The Eternity Clock." We are just getting into it right now. Time will tell if we love it or meh it. Online reviews seem to be harsh, though. I think that so far it is awesome.

Talk to me and I will bloom for you

Today, I sat comfortably with a group of people and was social for hours, and according to Adam I was the center of attention for a while and I didn't even know it.
A comfortable room, a small group, chatting and laughing, calm and flowing, nobody trying to be the biggest genius in the room, everybody relaxed and cheerful, talking about things relevant to our interests, respectful pauses for beautiful dialogue.
Geeks and nerds of every type, shiny knowledge and fantastic stories passed around like treasures.
That's the kind of socializing I love. I amazed myself tonight, and I think I impressed people who figured I'd be the one silent in the corner.
I am now completely drained and pained, but it was fantastic. Not a trace of anxiety. I made some friends. I am full of love.

Talk to me and I will bloom for you

Today, I sat comfortably with a group of people and was social for hours, and according to Adam I was the center of attention for a while and I didn't even know it.
A comfortable room, a small group, chatting and laughing, calm and flowing, nobody trying to be the biggest genius in the room, everybody relaxed and cheerful, talking about things relevant to our interests, respectful pauses for beautiful dialogue.
Geeks and nerds of every type, shiny knowledge and fantastic stories passed around like treasures.
That's the kind of socializing I love. I amazed myself tonight, and I think I impressed people who figured I'd be the one silent in the corner.
I am now completely drained and pained, but it was fantastic. Not a trace of anxiety. I made some friends. I am full of love.

Talk to me and I will bloom for you

Today, I sat comfortably with a group of people and was social for hours, and according to Adam I was the center of attention for a while and I didn't even know it.
A comfortable room, a small group, chatting and laughing, calm and flowing, nobody trying to be the biggest genius in the room, everybody relaxed and cheerful, talking about things relevant to our interests, respectful pauses for beautiful dialogue.
Geeks and nerds of every type, shiny knowledge and fantastic stories passed around like treasures.
That's the kind of socializing I love. I amazed myself tonight, and I think I impressed people who figured I'd be the one silent in the corner.
I am now completely drained and pained, but it was fantastic. Not a trace of anxiety. I made some friends. I am full of love.

Talk to me and I will bloom for you

Today, I sat comfortably with a group of people and was social for hours, and according to Adam I was the center of attention for a while and I didn't even know it.
A comfortable room, a small group, chatting and laughing, calm and flowing, nobody trying to be the biggest genius in the room, everybody relaxed and cheerful, talking about things relevant to our interests, respectful pauses for beautiful dialogue.
Geeks and nerds of every type, shiny knowledge and fantastic stories passed around like treasures.
That's the kind of socializing I love. I amazed myself tonight, and I think I impressed people who figured I'd be the one silent in the corner.
I am now completely drained and pained, but it was fantastic. Not a trace of anxiety. I made some friends. I am full of love.