iamnotanoctopus

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Dear Lionhead Studios,

Thank you for releasing Fable III.  It is pretty much exactly what I wanted, which is to continue Fable II with more pretty and more of Stephen Fry as the delightfully evil Reaver (and you gave him a delightful outfit that I will be forcing Austin into for this Halloween, see if I don't).  You have even added Simon Pegg as the handsome, courageous soldier Ben Finn, the obvious game-crush for the ladies.  Bravo.  However, once again, you have fucked up.  My Hero cannot bed or wed these characters, and this is a TREMENDOUS oversight, guys.  Seriously.  These characters even flirt with my Hero, and unlike every other character in the game, I can't do anything about it.  WHAT THE FUCK.  Not only is this a horrible, horrible way to tease fan-girls everywhere, you have missed a fabulous oppurtunity for one of the Good vs. Evil choices you love so much.  Make Reaver or Ben your King, the fate of Albion depends on it!  And since Reaver is bi, male Heroes could still pick him over, say, Page.  LOOK HOW GENIUS THIS IS, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, I JUST, I DON'T EVEN.

Is it because you couldn't convince Stephen Fry and Simon Pegg to spend a day in the booth recording the sex dialogue?  ALCOHOL, GUYS, COME ON.  We are perfectly okay with these men slurring in our fade-to-black scenes, I promise.  Do I have to do all the thinking here?

Love.
Me

P.S.  Honestly, two games in a row where I can't have sex with Reaver?  Have you seen him?  He's REAVER, come on!

We had a super-productive day, the end product of which is that absolutely all of our clothes are clean (except the ones I have to redo due to laundromat mishaps), we have a fridge full of groceries and our various toiletries have been replenished, my checking account and the joint savings account are closed and Austin has a new one all his own (these happened yesterday but whatever, I'm counting it), the kitty litter is fresh and clean, and YOU CAN SEE THE MOTHERFUCKING FLOOR IN OUR ROOM.

Shortly to follow, I will be vacuuming, folding all the clothes, matching all the socks and tossing the orphans, cleaning out the dresser drawers and the winter clothes tub so that everything can be put away appropriately, and doing the dishes, including the pans that keep getting left on the counter.  If I am feeling saucy later, I will clean the bathroom.  If I am feeling unsaucy, I will make a pot of coffee and do it anyway.

I am keeping this as my icon forever, because it's actually kind of inspirational.  It's a constant reminder of how awesome it feels to accomplish normal adult tasks.  Because I am 4, and vacuuming is a game.

So I am sitting here reading the internet (YES ALL OF IT) and mixing up mashed sweet potatoes and ground turkey, in order to attempt this recipe.  I am playing a game of "Get the ridiculous food pantry bullshit out of the cupboards" with myself, you see.  The items in question here are a can of sweet potatoes and a can of apricots.  Sweet potatoes are not a big part of my usual cooking vocabulary, and I find canned fruit downright offensive when there is fresh fruit to be had (and since my privileged ass is only the American version of lower class and nothing like seriously impoverished, that is pretty much always).

ANYWAY.  This yam/turkey mixture?  I am not going to lie, y'all: it's off-putting.  I am put off.  If I were one tax-bracket higher and really wasteful, I would just nix it and start over with something else.  It's not really the smell, although canned yams are not high on my list of olfactory delights.  It's kind of a warring consistency thing.  I feel like I am taking Meatwad from ATHF and trying to force him to ingest and absorb mashed potatoes, because really, that is EXACTLY what I'm doing, and he is not thrilled.

ETA: I WAS SO, SO WRONG.  They were different, but they were actually delicious and incredibly filling.  I recommend leaving the vanilla out of the apricot mayo, but it was only noticeable when you got a good mouthful of the stuff.

I am an unhappy nerd.
( Cut in case you don't give a rat's patoot about Final Fantasy. )

So I just did a huge friend/community dump, here and on Facebook. The Facebook cut included almost my entire family, because JESUS STOP TALKING. The cut here was basically just paring it down to stuff I actually read, people I actually talk to, people who actually update, etc. I'm cutting down my mindless distractions and trying to spend a hell of a lot less time on LJ and Facebook. I'm willing to bet that if I didn't cut you, you know without looking.

NOW calls for Day of Mourning for Dr. Tiller, National Day of Commitment tomorrow.

They're asking everyone to wear white armbands all day tomorrow, June 1st.

I'm sure you've seen this a thousand times today, but it's so damn good.

Stephen Fry: Dearest absurd child.