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It's here, kids! I hope you're having a wonderful day. (And yes, I'm still alive.)



Here's your turkey, Ohio-style.

Corn!
Mashed potatoes!
Green bean casserole! Also, apparently, a midwestern thing?
Stuffing!
Pumpkin pie!
I yam eternal on the thanksgiving road!



And now, the rest of the dozen delicious!

2004
2005
2006
2007
2008
2009
2010
2011
2012
2013

The 2014 post...sort of.
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I've been saving up stupid stuff all year to whip up a really great Thanksgiving post for this one! Enjoy your meal folks, and happy holidays! Sorry I have kind of dropped off the LJ map... but you know where to find me otherwise, and I'll keep coming back nonetheless. Now, EAT UP! It's a weird menu... but that's the way it should be.



Cranberry sauce... er, cranberry zombie? Actually, that sounds delicioius.
Turkey
Potatoes
Stuffing
Ambrosia salad
Pumpkin pie
Croutons
and, by all means, the yams.



Happy Thanksgiving! :)

The first nine:
2004
2005
2006
2007
2008
2009
2010
2011
2012
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Also my dad's cousin opened up her luggage and found a gecko/anole/something inside. So now we're going to buy crickets to feed it.

HOLYSHITSO

Nov. 24th, 2011 10:44 am
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I DIDN'T SLEEP MUCH LAST NIGHT

GOT LIKE TWO HOURS

MAYBE

HAPPY FUCKSGIVEN WHICH I HAVE DETERMINED IS THE INTERSECTION OF THANKSGIVING, TURDUCKEN, AND NOT GIVING A FUCK


HAVE SOME TURKEYS WITH CROWNS BECAUSE I DON'T EVEN KNOW, FOR REALS

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Is this a thing?

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I guess that's a thing. Well, whatever. It's a thing now.

I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING FOR A MENU THIS YEAR but hey, I am so totally out of it, let's just say I'm intending to break tradition so I don't stress myself out in the future. RIGHT? RIGHT. Because this week has been ridiculous dealing with my grandma. Lord love her but HOLY SHITCAKES, GRANDMA. She talks and talks and talks and complains and doesn't listen when you try to explain or fix it or teach her to fix it.

SO here's the yams and holy shit I'm watching Power Rangers on the Macy's Parade right now, WHAT IS TODAY.
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LJ just ate my whole post.

Dammit.


I was already Not Giving enough Fucks to care, so, sorry. I was working on a nice little almost-carefree and certainly fucksgiven-free* not-exactly-a rant about the stereotypical genderized joke commentary and some strange assumptions and possibly dive into a little of the mysterious dark world of omg me and relationships** but I currently don't have the desire to retype it (no fucks given currently), so. I don't even have the energy to let this paragraph trawl off (that's like trail off, right?) in an ellipsis because there is far too much implied subtlety in an ellipsis and I am not implying anything right now. There is not enough depth in my stream of consciousness, I am that much in not-giving-a-fuck-mode. (I'll probably explain tomorrow.) Critical depth has not been reached. (Ha, hydraulics joke.)

Au contraire, the material may still be ripe for publishing tomorrow, as I try to scrape together a traditional Thanksgiving post because I am really not feeling it this year. I am just... out of food references.

Also let it be known that my cat's breath smells like asshole and I can smell it from 3 feet away. This could be an issue.

*Is that like Thanksgiving? New thing: it is. Happy Fucksgiven! I imagine this is because of the similarity to "turducken" as well.

**Accidentally typed relationshops. I don't know what that is but it sounds like something that exists in a hilarious alternate-reality version of Diagon Alley. [EDIT: It also might be like photoshops. Still hilarious.]



Problem: I think I am a better (read: funnier) writer when I am tired/out-of-it. I think this is because I just stream-of-consciousness better. I don't know how to control this letting-go-ness though.
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May your day be filled with chocolate bunnies, caramel filled eggs and delicious buttered popcorn jellybeans. Actually the fact that I got non-generic jelly beans is amazing (first time ever!). And delicious.

Here, have a video! Raiders of the Lost Egg. Which, personally, I would have called Raiders of the Lost Yolk, but that's just me.



My favorite part is the easter grass and how the Nazi bunny is white chocolate. E]:)
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Can't talk much, gotta run. Not quite finished packing yet for our trip, insanely busy on my own anyhow, gotta get some sleep in there somewhere... but happy holidays nonetheless! May you be blessed with family and friends, but if you need an ear to turn to just drop me a line. ;)

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This afternoon there was an absolutely perfect snow flurry. Fluffy flakes, but not windy at all. Even a shade of sun poking through. It didn't last long, but it sure was beautiful. I was happy, for that short five minutes, that I was outside walking back from class and not inside hiding from the cold. :3

I've been in such a fluffy mood the past couple days. I think it's a damning combination of Christmas on the horizon and a full-out double-plus Indiana Jones marathon.

At any rate, I found a new challenge. I was going to start it up tonight but I'm exhausted and I have a lot to do tomorrow... Unfortunately, for about 36 more hours, it's still finals week.

Progress

Nov. 26th, 2010 06:35 pm
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I was actually rather productive today, despite my alarm deciding not to go off on time. I started my grad school applications, which is a daunting task, particularly since I have no idea who I'm going to ask for recommendations. My boss I guess? I just don't have any particular comraderie with any of my professors. =/ By which I mean, I actively dislike a significant portion of my department, and the others I am apathetic towards. Anyway.

I also paid some bills, started the FE Exam application process, and tried to fix OneNote (still no luck--Windows' "help forms" are practically worthless considering in four days I've had one response that actually provided me with zero answers, only more confusion). Tomorrow I'm going to work on stuff for my portfolio, which is also intimidating since I'm not actually an art major, and I therefore don't have much to pull from. (Man, what if you were just an engineer with no arts background? What at all would you put in a portfolio?)

Dad and Laura went out to get a Christmas tree, which I didn't help put up at all, though I'm not terribly upset about that. At the moment I'm feeling more "busy" than "Christmasy", although turning on Christmas music won't get me riled up now about how it isn't even Thanksgiving.

I kind of do want to go out shopping, though. Every few weeks I feel the need for crass commercialization. I think it's kind of a "getting out of the house" thing combined with a "need to buy groceries" and "looking for visual stimulation/inspiration" type thing. The curse of being artistically inclined, sometimes, I swear.

Anyway, prompt time, before I go do something entertaining this evening.

My probably number one example for "any place I would like to visit one day" is the Angkor Wat in Cambodia. However, also on my list are visit Australia and all the National Parks, although "go everywhere" is pretty much the rest of my list, to be honest.

I'm thinking for next year, in order to keep up the "daily posting" but with something more substantial than a prompt, I might start doing Hardy Boys read-alongs. I haven't nearly read as many detective/spy/mystery novels since college/discovering the internet in high school/etc., and I kind of miss the genre as a whole. Plus, Hardy Boys books are really easy to page through. I think I can conquer one in about three hours total. Plus, it's been ages since I read the whole collection anyway, it'd be good to recall some of the plots.
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Let's start things off right; I watched a bunch of Chuck episodes to catch up this week, how about the CIA World Factbook article on Turkey? This could potentially be hilarious if that read "The CIA World Facebook". Change one letter, CHANGE THE WORLD

The menu for 2010:
Potatoes
Peas
Stuffing
Broccoli
Rolls
Gravy
Rutabaga
Squash

(Guys, that is what the internet should be like. One great big Monty Python sketch. I want to add more foods to the menu but I CANNOT TOP THAT SITE.)

For dessert, a pecan piecosahedron! Puns are delicious.

Big holiday wishes? Big holiday wishbone. Plus, dinos. So that's more than good luck, it's... Awesome Luck? (Unrelated to Pot Luck.) (THANKSGIVING JOKES DERP)

And last but not least, the timeless yams.


Old Thanksgiving posts:
2004
2005
2006
2007
2008
2009

Holy crap seven Thanksgiving posts?! I've been around longer than I thought

Happy Thanksgiving, all! Despite my abundant blog-love for this holiday and its OBVIOUS underappreciation by internet society as a whole, I truly appreciate all you as my friends, conversation sharers, fan buddies, and (un)willing audience.

(DON'T BE THE BLITZ)

[EDIT] Found this picture, and since I didn't have any funny pictures like I normally do, I thought I'd come back and add it.

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NORMAL POST

LEGIT EXCUSE: I TOOK THE GRE TODAY THEN PARTYFAILED. MOM WAS ALL "HEY WANT TO GO TO SKYLINE AFTERWARDS?" AND I SAID PROBABLY AND I CAME HOME TO COLD PIZZA AND A REQUEST TO CLEAN THE BATHROOMS. SO I DID THAT AND LEFT. AND THEN NOBODY ACTUALLY WANTED TO "GO OUT" LIKE WE PLANNED, EVEN TO DRUNK KARAOKE, SO I WAS KINDA IN A BAD MOOD AND THIS DAY WAS KIND OF A WASTE OF MY LIFE TO BE HONEST

SO I'M UP LATE CATCHING UP ON IMPORTANT THINGS (LIKE LIVEJOURNALLING) AND NOT GIVING A SHIT BECAUSE I'M GOING TO SLEEP IN BUT WATCH THE DAMN PARADE TOMORROW ANYWAY

AND THEN AS SOON AS GRANDMA GETS DEPRESSED AND ASKS ME WHY I'M NOT DATING ETC ETC AND MOM STARTS TALKING AT ME ABOUT GRAD STUFF AGAIN I'M JUST GONNA GTFO AND GO SEE DUE DATE AND THEN GO TO WAFFLE HOUSE BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR PEOPLE TO GO FOR THREE WEEKS AND NOBODY WANTS TO FUCKING GO AND YOU KNOW WHAT? FINE. I'LL GO BY MYSELF. THIS IS WHY I HATE PEOPLE SOMETIMES. BECAUSE LITERALLY NO ONE IN TOWN WANTS TO GO TO THE MOVIES WITH ME.

Some fucking friends sometimes, I swear to god. There is more to life than alcohol.

BUT I DIGRESS.

/capsrage!off

(Note, that is not capsrage "yelling" but rather "comically over-loud voice".)

Now onto your regularly scheduled programming.

OH, HOW APPROPRIATE, yesterday's prompt was the last movie I saw in theatres. INCEPTION. WHEN I GOT BACK THIS SUMMER, AND I FUCKING HAD TO DRAG MY SISTER TO GO SEE IT WITH ME. And before that?! Iron Man 2! My moviegoing track this year is a shame! WHY DOES NO ONE WANT TO GO OUT TO MOVIES THIS YEAR?! Fucking idek.

Last book I read... Well, last book I finished was probably Lost City of Z which I read for fun over the summer and was amazing despite its ending. I mean, the ending is still amazing from a historical point of view but (without giving much away) the whole thing is this buildup and then--AUGH. You have to read it, if you are in the slightest a history or Indiana Jones or adventuring fan, oh boy.



...Not gonna lie though, despite being in a general good mood, handling school okay, work is going fine, working out, et cetera, I am a bit emotionally unstable at the moment. I can tell because the slightest little comments are making me upset enough to almost nearly ruin my evenings. I really can't handle people brushing me off much more to go to parties/drink but "oh I don't have enough money to go to a movie". Because alcohol comes out of the faucet for free, I see. Well alrightythen. I'm hoping Laura's not going to be bitchy tomorrow because I think I'm going to need to run away from the rest of the family with her, particularly since the cuzs (cuzns? cuzzes? idek. "cuzs" looks like it should be Polish.) are on the other side of the goddamned country.


...*sigh*. I miss my drum corps family =(

Things I also failed to bitch about earlier this week: The DJ on Saturday, who took requests up to a few days in advance because he couldn't/didn't do on-the-spot mixing (HA, mixing, if you could call it that--what with jumps and awfully apparent tempo changes), in the three hours we were at the dance, played TWO, count 'em, TWO songs that were 1) older than 2000, 2) not a dance/pop/hip-hop song. Seriously, the guy was awful. About 30 minutes in to the dance he played "Wannabe" (Spice Girls--ngl had to look up the title of that song) and with about 20 minutes left he played "You Shook Me All Night Long". The only other song he played that wasn't some currently-top-40-but-actually-shitty-dance-tune-excuse-to-party-hard song was Pokerface. So out of the songs I requested (Fuck You, anything by Gaga, anything by Queen, and anything by Billy Joel), I got one song. Needless to say, I was PISSED THE FUCK OFF. I spent probably half to two-thirds of the dance glaring at the DJ from my chair. I mean, this could be the fault of the coordinators who hired a friend-of-a-friend and maybe forgot to forward our requests, but what kind of shitty DJ plays pretty much ONE TYPE OF SONG all night?! And not even varying between dance tunes and slow songs? WE HAD NO SLOW SONGS ALL NIGHT.

Basically I'm pissed at everyone and everything right now and I'm about to snap. Not angry-snap but just break-down-snap and no one seems to really give a shit, because that's just how things go. Ugh. I'm kinda tired of this crap, really.

Also I do not recommend trying to follow a conversation about a boyfriend's roommate's cousin who is that person's ex and their crazy parents at a party after taking the GRE, because the actual GRE's paragraph and word problems turned out to be much more difficult and brain-power-consuming than I expected them to be and I was (and am) rather brain dead on the this-idea-requires-a-complex-sentence-of-at-least-four-phrases front.

But onto the linkspam:

So, uh, this happened.

MY LIFE MAY OR MAY NOT BE COMPLETE NOW. <3

A really interesting article about Florence Nightingale's influential graph and a common mathematical fallacy of graph creation/interpretation. Fascinating because I encounter a lot of misunderstood data on a fairly regular basis (thank you, journalism majors), and also because these are the type of subtleties you may have to discern between on the GRE. (I did pretty well on the quantitative section, but the reading/vocab was much more difficult than I anticipated and I nearly ran out of time, having to guess haphazardly at a few questions.) Anyway. Data is pretty, and presentation is valuable. I wish I knew more about the historical context of these charts because it might be an interesting topic for Ada Lovelace Day, although perhaps something that focuses on the graphical fallacy is not the best topic. (Nightingale was particularly observant in clinical matters though, wasn't she? Wasn't she the one who told people to wash their hands, basically, kill less people with infection? Or am I thinking of someone else entirely? FIFTH GRADE HISTORY IS FAILING ME.)

An interesting article about Native American culture, race, and steampunk, with significantly more win than all the shenanigans last year. Although I must admit, I don't think I ever heard the story of "the first Thanksgiving" in school. At least, not as a history lesson, but as more of a holiday folklore type thing, minus maybe the "learning how to plant corn" part. ALTHOUGH ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT we never approached it from the accuracy point-of-view either. So.

For the record I still don't like "ray guns" as a steampunk thing. I have never come into acceptance of them. Then again I've also become more standoffish about pop culture's reaction to steampunk as a whole anyhow, so, some part of me just also doesn't give a shit (that my entire POV on steampunk is decidedly different, because the generic running-with-steampunk scene is not my cup of tea).

DAMN I AM RANTY TONIGHT. Sorry about that folks. I'm a bit tweaky, it seems.

(I do like that EL wire on the gun, though, despite my active distaste for mods of that nerf gun... Hm. Considerations, considerations.)


Holy crap this test fried my brain a lot more than I expected it to. First I was moody, now I'm just too tired to parse any article with more than one sentence and a funny picture. Basically my brain is running like MemeGenerator at the moment.

Man,

Nov. 15th, 2010 01:43 am
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I missed a few days worth of prompts, sorry. I've been looking at grad school stuff... I'm kind of intimidated :( I'm starting to think I should have done mechanical or computer science engineering or something like that, but five years ago I didn't have quite the same aspirations.

Mean Girls: is a fantastic movie. Fun to watch, amazingly quotable, aptly quotable on an everyday basis, and hilarious. Also, it's probably a good icon for women in comedy. I don't know much about the comedy forefront but I do know that it's considered a job where men flourish and women fail. And the guys I always get to watch this movie agree that it is not a chick flick like they expected, but a fantastic (and wonderfully quotable) comedy. So. We should all just stab Caesar!

I have a sister. She and I get on much better now that we don't see eachother much, but we do tend to snip at eachother if we're both home for a few days in eachother's company. We're strangely opposites, and I think the way we have turned out isn't exactly how I would have predicted it ten years ago. Then I would have said that she would turn out to be the sorority-sister arts major, and here I am in an engineering sorority and not wanting to engineer a damn thing (well, sort of). And she used to talk about starting a fashion company, and now she's pre-med. And I'm a nerd who loves to read, but she is probably smarter than me. Or she's just really good and guessing and BSing, which is both accurate and enough. I am a little too honest and a little too paranoid to be a good BSer. Which is a shame, really, because being an introvert in a world of extroverts is exhausting.

Buuuuut enough about that.

My favorite junk food... is probably Mountain Dew. I try to treat it like a dessert; one, because it has a lot of empty calories, two, because too much caffiene headaches gives me mini-migraine-mock-caffiene-withdrawal headaches and they suck balls.

BACK TO APPLYING TO GRAD SCHOOLS =/

(and waiting for it to be Thanksgiving so I can get excited about Christmas except I listened to the Big Bad Voodoo Daddy cover of Mr. Heatmiser today and I DON'T CARE)

Shtuff

Nov. 1st, 2010 11:53 pm
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Happy belated Halloween, everyone! You'd think with it being my favorite holiday and everything, that I would have a fantastic holiday post ready, but alas, I do not. I am too overwhelmed with school right now, and grad applications, and the fact that one of my friends has decided to be a drama queen and start stirring the shit. So. I will get some pics up of my costume eventually, but possibly not until I get some pro photos taken for my portfolio.

Oooof course I can't seem to celebrate a big Halloween without things going awry, so. I don't know, I'm so tired of all this shit, I need something different to come my way. Bleh.

In defense of free material boosting your sales, an interesting article on Monty Python's sales after posting videos on youtube. SALES INCREASED 23,000 PERCENT. TWENTY-THREE THOUSAND. (This guy had his comic posted to 4chan and it got him some good sales, too.)

Bomb squad diffuses box full of kittens. BEST BOMB EVER.

Anyway. Not doing NaNoWriMo, because, I think, I am not cut out to be a writer. I can write with other people, but I think I'm more of a 3d-design person. I try to write stories but they come out rather derivative. HOWEVER, I am going to do this 30 day challenge instead:

My middle name is Margaret. It is my mom's middle name and her mother's oldest sister, who died when she was only 20ish. I don't use it very much, because I rather like Diane. So, I don't really love or hate it. I considered taking Ursula as my confirmation name in 8th grade though so that my initials would be D.U.M.B. (Yet another example of why I was a strange kid.)

Also... I'm kind of ready for Christmas. Kind of. It got freezing this week, and I determined that I am of the opinion that the months of November and October should be switched. Something about Thanksgiving just seems like it should come before Halloween--it's about harvesting and all that, and the colors are so much warmer than Halloween; so it's odd that it comes first, almost.
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but yesterday was 42 Day, as in, the date (101010) is binary for 42. So we watched the Hitchhiker's Guide movie and made Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, which were awful, and I realized that it's very sad that Douglas Adams passed away during the movie's production because, despite wrapping things up nicely with Trillian and Arthur and Zaphod and the inspector or whoever she was, there were still threads hanging with Humma Kavula and Zaphod's extra head and arms.

So.

In honor of that I would like to (re-share) this picture wherein someone had added the appropriate caption, "the ships hung in the sky in the much the same way that bricks don't."

And know you know exactly how that is.
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I think I am turning into some sort of weird math nerd. (I know, and you're saying, like I wasn't already.) No, but really, more than the interest in science and math I already have, I just bought a box of cereal because it had a very well-designed box with hexagons on it. It was a very sexy design. Sexagons.

...Or something. I'll just leave that there.

Even I don't know what that is.



THESE ARE HORRIFYING. I was looking up tiki home dec stuff on Amazon (yes... this is the sort of thing I choose to do w9ith my time) and all of a sudden JUST WTF IS THAT. Seriously. Would you put those in your yard? Only if you own a Fun House, I hope. Because everyone knows those are secret terrors. Places of Weird. And not in the good Neil-Gaiman-American-Gods way. Yeah.

So I think I got dehydrated over the weekend. I didn't have an unusual amount of mountain dew last night but fuck if I DIDN'T SLEEP. I felt like I was 90% asleep for five hours and when my alarm went off I felt like I was hovering in my bed, YES, HOVERING, because I felt so shaky. Wtf? I don't even know. But I felt sick to my stomach and sore and I couldn't sleep and it was miserable. So I skipped my classes (ugh, because like I need to be more behind) and tried to sleep and IT JUST WAS NOT HAPPENING because damned if today wasn't the day of all days Ohio decided to get warm. And someone's car alarm kept going off. And the guys upstairs decided to stomp up and down the hall or something. ARRRRRRGGGHHHH. I must have gotten at least some sleep though because there was a dream with an escaped mad monkey and a banana to catch him and a magazine article about Ted Mosby. idfk. To summarize, I felt like shit and still kind of don't know why. And spring break, of course, was not so great, with gramps in the hospital and the weather sucked and I feel like I got nothing done because I went through junk papers in my room and in total cleaned only about four boxes worth of stuff. Granted, they were giant boxes and I went through every piece of paper, but I feel like I had a miserable break over all. Idk. I need a legitimate break... from something. I don't know what that means. I don't know what I want anymore, and it's driving me crazy. Egh.

Anyway. I'm ready for Easter and St. Patrick's Day because they're at least theme holidays and I can go dress up in fun ways or something.

ANYWAY, enough of that, this entry took a sudden turn for the depressing. =/

Here! Have a cat playing a theremin. There is nothing about this that isn't awesome.



I feel like I want to go into my little rant of the moment about steampunk and my renewed love for post-apoc fashion and pirates but I feel like there's enough complaining in this post. Hahaha. (tl;dr version: is it just me or is there an overwhelming amount of "HEY I PUT SOME BRASS GEARS INTO THE DESIGN, ISN'T THIS COOL NOW"? Yeah, I just... not unless you started a bike club. In which case, yes, it very much is. OR YOU'RE BUILDING A STEAMPUNK SKYNET, in which case, YES IT'S AWESOME BUT WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! YOU'VE DOOMED US ALL.)



How would that even work, a steampunk Skynet? Skynet doesn't activate "until" 1997. Idk. Clearly, I have weird thoughts sometimes. Weird, nerdy thoughts.

Speaking of which I need some good post-apocalyptic boots for kicking ass. They're hard to find.
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So I've been sort of cleaning up/sorting old files and I came across old post material, whereupon I hypothesized that Robert Frost was secretly a Vogon. And more recently I put forth that Bruce Wayne is secretly Billy Joel.

And when I think about it, I go back to all the freakish doubles I know; Johnny, Jacob, Jingleheimerschmidt just kidding, my old physics prof that was Neil Sedaka's good twin, ET CETERA.

This is some crazy shit!

Apparently I am highly skilled at recognizing facial similarities but fuck all at remembering people's names, which, I believe, is because I know so many people and not only do I know them but I associate with them on a regular basis.

Anyforth.


I tried to find that old Robert Frost entry and HOLY SHIT, I think it is time to lock some of my old entries! The writing is rather appalling and AS OF TODAY (I have not gone to bed I still consider it the thirtieth, mind you!) I have written five full years' worth of livejournal entries.

Happy fifth LJ birthday, me! :D







I hinted so hard to my mom once about that last cake. I never got it. lol



At least I can say this, I am very in tune with my writing voice, now. =) Now to just find my sketching style... =/



Also I think it is time to clean out my old tags, for fuck's sake... and retag old entries.
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HAPPY THANKSGIVING ALL! =) Time for my favorite post of the year. I know I haven't been around, so sorry if I missed something-- I've been so busy I haven't checked LJ in three weeks. That has to be some kind of record for me.

Anyway, it's going to be a small Thanksgiving at home and mom is already yelling at me to do chores, so I'm going to keep it short this year. =)

Sweet potatoes with mallo!

Your QC turkeys

A whole fast food Thanksgiving

And some awesome turkey-pie Thanksgiving themed wallpaper!



And as always, don't forget the the yams.


Now, let's talk about the pilgrims and the Indians. We may not be pilgrims, but we're awesome, so that doesn't matter. I'm guessing the first thanksgiving was less of this:



DCI East 2009 The Troopers 31 July 2009 (45)

(minus Cockblock in the background trying to break that shit up)

DCI East 2009 The Troopers 31 July 2009 (66)

And more of this:


OH SHIT, INDIANS:

DCI East 2009 The Troopers 31 July 2009 (8)

AND THEN THERE WAS A FIREFIIIIIIIIGHT (yes, we had a gun battle in our show--AFTER we already had a bar fight. best show ever.)

DCI East 2009 The Troopers 31 July 2009 (51)

DCI East 2009 The Troopers 31 July 2009 (50)

And a scalping. Did I say best show ever? Because it was the best show ever.

DCI East 2009 The Troopers 31 July 2009 (55)







All my old thanksgiving posts.

Happy Thanksgiving!
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So someone took credit for exploiting Amazon features, but the story doesn't match up. Just so we're keeping up with the story. =)

I posted about the NOM/2M4M failure earlier, right? Well, being so observant, they failed to register http://www.2m4m.org/ which is now a good site. =) You can also follow their twitter or LJ comm, if you're interested. And make sure to pass it on to anyone in NJ.

For [livejournal.com profile] smwance, really bad Star Trek puns.

OKAY SO THAT STORY I PROMISED.

So the other night we went out to Casa del Waffle, it was me, Kevin, Mark, and Alicia. Not too late, but we ended up waiting around moving a desk and waiting for Alicia to show up, talking about stuff like Mark's ridiculous Blackberry+Facebook addiction. So Alicia shows up and we eat (well, more like inhale the food) and I manage to forget I didn't really eat dinner so I order eggs and toast which apparently comes with hashbrowns, which Mark claims. So she brings the eggs and toast and hashbrowns and our checks and we realize our waitress, Sierra, was the same Sierra from whom Sofa stole a nametag. So by this point we're already rather giddy and trying not to disturb the rest of Waffle House too much (why does that always happen when we go to a Waffle House? We're a funny bunch, I guess) and Mark pulls up Sofa's facebook on his phone and we ask Sierra if she remembers him, and she does, so she's having fun picking on us, too, and we're all laughing pretty hard. So we're all mostly finished and Mark goes to scrape the hashbrowns onto his plate and manages to scrape some into his lap instead. Cue more riotous laughter, of course. I think at that point the Gorman family shows up after Easter vigil mass and Tim is making fun of us saying he is pretending not to know us. So we have been hanging out for a good while now, and we ate so fast that we're just probably pising off the waitress with how long we've been sitting there (and she actually remembered Mark because he came there the night before--that probably was part of setting our mood, I'm sure), and in the midst of all our laughter Alicia manages to spill water all over the table. So we're laughing our asses off trying to clean up the water with napkins and Sierra is mocking us from behind the counter and the Gormans are behind us laughing as well and by this point we're just ridiculously goofy. We decide after a while it's time to leave before Kevin and I get our turns at being failures, though I manage to fuck up my check out because I have gift certificates (look, I didn't know they subtracted them before ringing you up!) and we search the jukebox for Mambo #5 to no avail. (Sorry Franzie-- Waffle House no longer has this song available. I'm 99% sure it's your fault.) Soooooooooo we decide to go home before we fail so hard we get kicked out, and some people were maybe going to come over to Kevin's house, and Mark calls dibs on Alicia's car so I decide to ride with Kevin so things aren't awkward. (Hey, shove it, I'm an engineer, I think that way.) So we're going back down by Frank's Fruit Farm and passing over 675 when Kevin decides that he's going to show me this awesome thing he does where he speeds up to 50 and puts the van in neutral and coasts up and down about three hills back into town. And outside Shellabarger Park... he gets pulled over by the cops. 52 in a 35 zone, $130 ticket, points on his record which might affect his CDL-job. I text Alicia and Mark, and we fucking lol'd our asses off.

HENCE my post about being the last to die, and all I did (I think) was nearly hit three deer on the way home. (I came really close but thankfully my sister's car has really good brakes.) Unless you consider me the first failure in that I forgot I didn't eat dinner and had to make two orders, maybe, I dunno.

But I don't trust Easter anymore.



(And we're lucky we didn't hang out at Kevin's until Tim showed up with beer or Westy and Domer and Fish something because I have no doubt we would have managed to pull off some amazing failure.)
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Today is not a day to tempt fate. I have 14.5 hours left not to totally destroy myself.
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I'm sorry to admit this, but I love that ad where people click their heels together in a "no place like home for the holidays" spirit. I don't even remember what it's for, because that's not why I like it. I just like the Christmas-magic feeling, you know? Face it, I'm a kid at heart.

Now if only exams ended about a week earlier so I had more time to prepare for Christmas... I have no idea what to do for gifts this year. I don't have the time or money to go shopping for everyone, so I wanted to do something fun and crafty that people will actually appreciate. But that takes time, and I need something that doesn't take too much time away from school stuff... Yeah. I need to be creative.

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