Schroedinger's Oreo

Yes I want to go to BlizzCon

BayCon 2009
Thoughts and Musings

• I missed the Falcon
• Chris Garcia is a funny man
• I should never be allowed near a word processor when drunk
• Chris Garcia is a brave man
• I can indeed eat eggs benedict every morning if given a chance
• If I’m not the moderator of a panel well act just go ahead and act like it
• Wolverines!!!!!
• Slap some goggles on that sucker
• “The British version of this ribbon was better”
• I’m not sure if no dance at all is better than a dance with techno music
• I am evil and love a little gossip
• When I have a job, hotel food doesn’t seem that expensive
• When Chris Garcia says feel free to tell lies, he means it
• I have now have within my personality vault the Evil Queen from Snow White, and I’m keeping the huntsman’s phone number on speed dial
• I can bore plenty of people talking about my lack of BlizzCon tickets
• Kage Baker probably hates me.
• I was asked to speak up
• I can still blush
• When in doubt go for a dick joke
• My party posters were too subtle, too obtuse or too cool for the room
• Sometimes chocolate chip pancakes do not hit the spot
• Christy Bertani and I shouldn’t be left alone, evil ideas brew there
• I can stay up till 5am, having a 3 person pajama party
• Chris Garcia has curly hair
• Maybe Christy Bertani and I need a cauldron
• I can not spell when drunk
• Drama llamas may stampede, but cause no lasting damage
• Pretty much everyone can speak LoL
• Fen love tea sandwiches
• Fake hair and a little felt hat are hot.
• Hefeweizen is a gift from the Gods
• The Hyatt staff was again creepily nice
• When in doubt wear a shirt from J!nx.
• I have given up on my no ribbon policy, now I’m just a complete and utter ribbon snob
• When all you want is shot of tequila and a pint of ice cream, the ice cream man will not be there any more.
• An aluminum rod and a maple box do no a closet make

Praise song for the day.

The following is a transcript of the inaugural poem recitedan written by Elizabeth Alexander, as provided by CQ transcriptions.I'm not a poetry lover but this poem was just perfect.

Praise song for the day.

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, "Take out your pencils. Begin."

We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, "I need to see what's on the other side; I know there's something better down the road."

We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.

Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thy self."

Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.

In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.

On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.

Key to the perfect marriage?

Oh Happy Day

Twittus Interuptus

What I would have twitted while in England…

• Note to self always travel on Christmas day. Awesome empty airport.
• Bummer no personal view screen for flight to Philly, going to listen to Fearless14 and knit.
• Brought our own snacks on plane, Since I will not pay for airline food, chicken and arugula sammiches & gingerbread cookies
• Note to self on Christmas even airport shops close early.  I guess no Philly cheesesteaks for us.  I’m starving!
• Long boring wait, I try not to sit down, since will be seated for another 5 hours. Closed airport shops are boring
• Cramped seats, but personal view screens yeah! Seated in very last row of the plane. Can watch Sex in the City with very few witnesses.
• Hancock is not a good movie
• I have no idea if I will recognize my Uncle Peter
• Tiny British car plus 2 big American suitcases equals tight fit.
• Hard to see the Mumzie like that, but glad to see she is still Francesca
• On boxing day getting lunch at a riverside pub after 2pm is nigh unto impossible
• Mmm  a bitter shandy and fish and chips, with a view of a very cold river
• The Knowle is as I remember it. The bruise on my head reminds me to duck better next time. 400 year old timber doesn’t care if I’m jet lagged.
• Sooooooo tired, got no sleep on plane, I just need to make it to 7pm
• Made it to 6pm, slept like dead and overslept. Starting the day late.
• Thomas is determined to make Mumzies crazy cat Biggle love him.
• Finally got to meet Melanie, she is most awesome.  Dropped us off at Tesco for big grocery shop.
• I love super markets, only staying 5 days, don’t need tons of food.  But it all looks so good. Must have rolly cakes,  flake bars, PG tips and sausages
• Got to hospital only to discover that we missed afternoon visiting hours, grrrrrr.  Took bus into Oxford proper. Buses in UK so much better than US
• Mmmm lunch at Pret a manger, my favorite sammich ever, egg salad with smoked salmon and cress.  So yummy.  Pret needs to come to US.
• Back to hospital, but Mumzie was sleeping. I left her the blanket I made. Lots of lovely orangey colors to brighten up her bed.
• Thomas and I quite happy to sit in Kitchen and watch UK telly,  Have a stuffed turkey breast in with roasting British potatoes in oven. Hot cup’a tea in hand.
• Can I say how unbelievably tasty English apple juice with elderflower is! Ambrosia pure ambrosia
• Took walk around Brightwell-cum-Sotwell, fed the ducks in the moat, tried to keep my face from ripping itself off my skull and jumping in my pocket to stay warm.
• There is a wall in Brightwell-cum-Sotwell that is older than the USA
• Mumzie gave the okay to pillage the fabric stash, so I have.
• Also started to go through photos, my childhood was screwed up, fun, but screwed up.
• Thomas and I both have slight mockney accents, it’s embarrassing.
• Visited the Mumzie, she was quite chipper. The patient who liked the windows open is gone, so it was quite warm, Mumzie happy, me too hot.
• More Oxford today, had lunch at the Eagle and Child, the pub where Tolkein and CS Lewis hung out. Sadly no ideas for epic novels sprang fully formed form my mind
• Spent some Christmas money at Lush on fancy fresh bath bubbles and such.
• Mumzie a little dimmer in the late afternoon.
• Biggle purrs?
• Officially planning to do nothing on New Years, despite offers.
• Visited the Mumzie, she’s telling everyone that’s it my Birthday, which it is, and that I’m 50, which I’m not! Told her to tell everyone I’m 32, must make her slight dementia work in my favor.
• Took bus to Abbingdon, yet another lovely village, had amazing Chinese food for lunch, very flavorful yet delicate.
• Abbbingdon, had an Abbey, now has lovely garden/park complete with folly
• Found a great very inexpensive suitcase to haul all the filthy lucre back.  Mumzie said  I could take some fabric home, and dammit I’m taking fabric home.
• Another grocery shop, it’s my birthday and I am having lamb.  I love Waitrose markets, so much yummy stuff,  the cheeses alone mesmerize me.
• More yummy drinks with elderflower.  Thomas had yummy beer.  Lamb was most tasty, and a delicious chocolate trifle for dessert.
• My Birthday Ipod touch is waiting for me, when we get home.  Woot!
• Mumzie sleeping when we stop by, so we head to Oxford for final shop.
• Thomas got his pretentious pipe for pointed pointing.
• Tempted by so many books, settled on the new Jamie Oliver.
• Bought Adam Kate and Jack all of the British publication Harry Potter books.
• 3 pashmina shawls for 5pounds
• Lunch in cellars of one the chapels at Oxford.  It was a healthy locally grown meal. Hope it makes up for all of the UK junk food I’ve been eating
• Got a nice last visit with the Mumzie, told her I expected her to hang around for my next visit, and that I loved her very much.
• Even with an extra suitcase packing is a bitch
• It’s sad now that we are leaving Biggle seems to have accepted us, and almost likes to be pet.
• Melanie managed to score us passes into the executive lounge at Heathrow, so we won’t have to wait with the riff and the raff.
• Executive lounge is awesome!  I don’t know if I can go backing to the real world after experiencing this.  The have celery salt for your bloody mary.
• Thomas is lusting after duty free whiskys
• Sadly all that Harrods stuff holds no sway over me any more.  All I wanted was a “stay calm carry on tea towel”, and none were to be had.
• Center row for the trip home, watching Baby Mama.  Airplane food made in UK is better.
• Traveling on New Years day not nearly as relaxing/empty as traveling on Christmas
• Have to go through immigration in Philly as well as collect luggage to go through customs, and then through TSA again! Have to pack duty free items in luggage since TSA is scared of liquid.
• I have been in a secure airport, where I bought my 4$ water, then in a secure plane, then in a secure airport, why should I have to get rid of my water! To get from one gate to another in a secure airport!
• I hate the TSA!!!!
• Philly airport is long and confusing, finally found gate, almost enough time to get a cheesesteak, but I was denied.
• Crowded flight,  flight to UK in last row, flight to US in front row.
• Spending too much time on the runway makes me nervous, never been convinced of theory of flight.
• Longest flight home ever, felt like it at least.
• Shuttle full of other people who get dropped off first.  
• What’s with all the fog, really don’t want to crash and die on way home from airport.
• Suitcases made it inside house, cat is berating us, I love our bed.
• 3 suitcases, 2 letters from the TSA, informing us they had been opened for secondary inspection, my job is done.
• Still drinking tea

Aging Gracefully

This is how I plan to do it.

I love Tina Turner (She could sooo kick my butt) and I love this picture. 

I don't know the full story, behind this photo, but I like to think that she tours with that big burly guy just so she can dress him up on that costume.

Brrrrrrrravo!

Staying inside

see more pwn and owned pictures

how many hours of play does this take?

happy dance!