Crowded Upstairs

I was hysterical. Three California seniors pay tribute to the King of Pop by dancing onstage to "Billie Jean."

I'm trapped at the church -- literally, this time, as opposed to the metaphorical trapping which some people view as my daily life.

When I came this morning, I was forced to use a slightly circuitous route because they were repaving part of Howertown Road (the street on which the church sits). Being ever so slightly genre savvy, I thought it was a good idea to put my car in the church lot rather than parking on the street, as I often do, because I sensed that leaving it on the street would be an invitation to trouble.

While I was congratulating myself on outwitting my scriptwriter, Jeff the sexton walked into my office, complaining about what a labyrinth it was for him to get to the church, and how he ultimately had to park in our rear lot, which mostly exists for the teachers in the day care. He only arrived about half an hour after I did, but in that short a time, they managed to block off the entire street. I can't get my car out of the lot; I'm not even sure I can walk over to it.

Fortunately, Pastor can still get out to do his thing, so he promised to pick up the printer ink from Staples that I very much need in order to do my job. And equally fortunately, the ink I currently have was enough for me to print the things that absolutely needed to be printed today. My volunteers are doing the bulletins this afternoon instead of tomorrow, because of a schedule conflict, but I was able to print the main bulletins and am copying them now.

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How to teach your cat to yodel. (Work safe.)



No kitties were harmed in the making of this film. They were, however, moderately annoyed. Thanks, blaze_rocket!

Today I took castleraid to climb rocks at my beloved mountain. It was a very pleasant outing, and we had a great time, but the thing I feel the need to share with all of you is this.

One of the highways we traversed en route to the mountain was having roadwork done, so all of the businesses had orange signs indicating where the entrances to their parking lots were. One such business was a Shell gas station featuring a Dunkin' Donuts shop.

Some smartass messed with the sign, so that when we saw it, it said exactly this:

DUNKIN DONUTS
HELL

I am not making this up. castleraid got photographic evidence.

This won't make sense to the rest of you, but if you were in last night's chat, you'll want to see this. ( Read more... )

The 80s were a magical time, weren't they? ( Large picture under cut )

Right now I am -- no, honestly -- working on getting caught up on my RPGs. My brain keeps stalling out, however, on a Brutality post. The rising humidity and falling barometer are not helping matters.

Earlier today, the movie The Other Sister was on television. I was largely unenthused; it was a decent film, but not really my cup of tea, and I only watched it because one of the guys on my hot list is in it. So that's the inspiration for the current post; I'm going to rewrite the descriptions of some movies to describe their inclusion of eye candy. Most of them you will recognize as being movies I love, so obviously I'm not being mean here. In no particular order, I give you the following: ( Read more... )

...in which I was asked not to spew green stuff. (It made sense in context.)

Me: Of course not. Remember, I'm the Lord's secretary -- if the devil wants to possess me, he'll have to make an appointment. JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER SALESMAN.

Dinner with Papa Q had to be canceled because he needs to work late; he apologized profusely and promised to try to meet up with us next time he's in the area. So now we're waiting for Papa John's to deliver our BBQ chicken and bacon pizza with free cheesesticks.

Kevin is playing Roller Coaster Tycoon, the latest edition (whatever it is). With his ridiculously large computer montior, I can see it from here on the sofa. It has a movie making function much like Sims, and so we're watching a movie of a ride on his newest coaster design.

I LOVE this feature. See, one thing I had to give up because of getting sick, and most sincerely regret, is roller coasters. I was never a huge fan, mainly because of my back and everything; but Kevin loves them and I love Kevin, so I let him drag me along onto every coaster in our path. But when the dizzy spells and crap started happening, I retired from all coasters (except one -- the century-old Thunderhawk coaster at our local amusement park doesn't bother me for some reason, probably because it's kind of tiny and not at all fancy). So unless we're with other people who enjoy riding coasters, Kevin goes on them all by himself while I ride a nice stationary park bench. I wouldn't let him give them up.

Well, his love of the ride explains his love of the game, which he plays almost obsessively -- that and Zoo Tycoon are his two favorites. He plays one or the other almost every day. The movie feature on this latest edition has been a lot of fun for us both, because now he gets to design his dream coasters, and then I get to virtually ride them. As long as I stand far enough back from the screen, it doesn't make me dizzy, and I still get some of the excitement of riding a well-designed coaster.

We're sort of goofy.

Me: *stealthy sneaking into the dining room, on tiptoe*
Kevin: *eyeing me* What are you...
Me: I am a ninja! You can't see me! Ninja kisses! *divebomb*

Ah, pizza is here. BBQ chicken and bacon is GOOD.

Saw this and thought of you when I reached the last panel.

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