Well, we got that ten or plus inches of snow they told us we were getting. Which is both good and bad. Good because, damn, I love snow. I love it HARD CORE.
Bad, because I want ice cream, and Chuck said that if I wanted ice cream so bad I could go out and put chocolate syrup on the snow, because he sure as hell wasn't driving for it, and I wasn't either.
It was also good because I got my Talia muse to grab Batman by the balls and TWIST
It shouldn't have been so fun to write a scene where Talia almost literally takes Bruce's love life, rips it shreds, drops it to the floor, stomps on it a few times and then looks up at him and smiles nicely.
She scares me. And I write her.
Lesse, Vivi is getting old enough to really understand now that Mommy is Sick. This has resulted in an influx of Vivi help.
Vivi help is anything from burying me under stuffed toys when I take a nap on the couch to trying to feed me when I'm eating dinner to thinking that she has to help me get dressed and ready to go to work.
Or this gem, the other day when I got home from work and started heading to the bathroom Vivi took off and headed me off there. I then heard, "Vivi help mama!" and went in to see her toilet seat on top of the closed toilet and Vivi looking at me expectantly.
She then pointed to the toilet seat and said, "Help mama." And when she talks, she sounds like LeeLoo from the Fifth Element. So it was like, "Hallllp Maaamaaa."
I should teach her how to say, "LeeLoo Davis Multipass" and be endlessly amused.
Either way, Chuck had to come in and get her out of the bathroom because part of her helping me was her not wanting to move so I could actually use the bathroom. x___x How she thinks this is helping, I'll never be quite sure.
In other good news, my app got accepted over at X-Project
. Yay! Here's proof!
Like I needed to provide proof...
Because of this evil_wil_lex
says I'm no longer allowed to say my writing sucks. I am now supposed to say "what I am working on does not live up to my [unreasonably high] standards." My standards aren't unreasonably high. :P I know you didn't say that exactly, Lex, but you have called my standards insanely unreasonable before.
I have a piece of tech writing to do for another game and I'm going to have to write my intro for the fairy tale game sometime next week too.
We have to hold off on a tree because of our lack of cash, but that's not what's important for Christmas, you know? I hope the next few years will be better. But yeah, things are what they are. Can't really do much about that.
So, that's about the long and short of it. I think I'll do a spammy writing post later and torture you all with something I found on an old, old harddrive that still is kicking.
My old emo poetry from my senior year of high school! Le gasp! From back when I started to get sick.
And no one believed me and told me I had "senioritis."
You know what? Most doctors suck hard core. But that's a different story.I am drowning, there is no sign of land.
You are coming down with me, hand in unloveable hand."
<--Lyrics from the song playing right now. So awesome, yet so depressing... And the batteries just died on my Blue Tooth Mouse...
Oh well, I'll charge them.
Hahah! Song playing now is from the CD that my daughter will bow and worship as the object to which she owes her very existence!
Which reminds me, someday I have to go troll bars in Ames, IA and build a shrine at the pinball machine I owe my existence too...