Mishaps and other haps

My copy of Urban Arcana just arrived. I paid $18 for it, including shipping! Yay!

So there has been an awful lot of baking now. I should never make cookies again. I probably will make cookies again, but I shouldn’t. Really. I think we made at least 12-15 dozen this weekend. And a huge amount of pie. And lefse.

The next three weeks or so are going to be kind of busy, so I’m afraid this trip to Florida is going to creep up on me and I am going to forget about it until it’s about to happen– then I will madly throw things into bags and rush to the airport. Of course, it might be better not to consider the airport until I have to. Security screening this year is apparently going to involve “pat-downs” at a lot of airports and that just really annoys me.

So I am really liking the game I am currently playing on my GameCube, “Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door.” The characters are ridiculous (i.e. flawed, endearing), the dialogue is funny, and even though the set-up for combat is repetitive, Mario learns new techniques (both in combat and out) as the game progresses and as he makes new allies– so it stays pretty fresh. Wowza, baby!

Well, my chap has a new ride. And he’s in a good mood. I guess I should be jealous, but she is so pretty and shiny– I really like her– and I think she will help to reduce some of the stress in his life. He introduced her to me, but he didn’t tell me her name. Maybe she doesn’t have one yet.

It’s the weekend again already! Woohoo!

I don’t know why, really– it was just a very good day. I gamed for six hours or so with people. Abelard cowered in fear. Abelard died. Abelard was True Res’d. Abelard turned into a werebear. It seems like Abelard had a sort of stressful gaming session, but I enjoyed the sequence of events (well, I was sad when he died, but other than that, I was pretty happy).

And I am just happy in general today. It is good to be alive.

A co-worker of mine received a beautiful bouquet of flowers this morning from a guy she has been seeing the past couple of weeks and she was so surprised– she could hardly believe it! She said she had been cheated on and generally mistreated by previous boyfriends so often that she could hardly believe how well this guy was treating her so far.

Granted, two weeks is not much time to get to know a person and it is a new relationship, but should shock really be a normal reaction when someone makes you feel special? I am down with the elation– that seems like the right reaction– but I guess it goes back to what I was thinking earlier this morning about interpersonal relationships– they need some work.

And maybe people just need to be nicer to each other.

OK, that includes me. I can do it. Really.

Does anybody read Purple Pussy (it’s a comic, people)? Well the other day, Roofie the Raccoon got home to discover that her doggy boyfriend, Bloopy, was kissing another girl. She was really depressed for a bit and ate too many cookies. Then she suddenly had a REVELATION– she realized that she was an independent, separate entity completely capable of living life and being happy without Bloopy. What is sort of amazing is that it took losing Bloopy in order to gain this “new” insight.

Sex education in public schools generally sucks, but I wonder if kids around that same age (11/12ish) would benefit more from some kind of seminar about self & interpersonal relationships– not just dating stuff, but various aspects of different kinds of relationships they will likely have as adults. It seems like a lot of adults have problems with these sorts of things and maybe it is because they did not learn some things as kids that it was just *assumed* they should know.

Just a thought.

is the person who sits on the other side of the cubicle wall and keeps humming/singing bad songs off-key.

I really hate people who come up behind me at my desk and hover until I notice them– then who ask me to do something and hover while I am doing it. Seriously, I want to punch them in the face. Or hover over them.