inothernews replied to your post: Battleship. (Or The Best Damned Comedy I’ve Seen in AGES)
There are going to be some changes ‘round here. Well, not quite so much here as in other places. It’s come time that I need to start using social media for a more focused (businessy?) purpose instead of just as a receptacle for feeble attempts at wit, vague ranting, and pictures of me making silly faces while drinking coffee. I know, frightening.
Shortly there will be:
So, yeah. I’m sure these things will have some snark, contain lots of errors, and appear to be written by someone who is slightly tipsy off Boone’s Farm. But, yes, the time has come to own myself. What? Weird.
This place will still be here because I find I can’t get through the day without making at least one list of some sort. Also, where else can I drone on endlessly about my bunny, the downfall of Western Civilization as it relates to my laundry pile, or my secret life as a flour monger?
Bottom line: when things are up and running, I’ll leave some sort of note or little flag post here so that you can find me elsewhere if you’re interested.
Yeah. Times, they are a-changin’.
-TLOTH
Palm Tree, Palm Tree, Palm Tree: The Lady -
I’ve been sitting here staring at a blank box for a while now. Usually, I’m pretty good with words, but sometimes I get too in my head and everything I try to say sounds cliche or disingenuous.
I want to tell you about the Lady and about how special she is. But it seems silly to try to describe…
What are friends if not the people who see our better selves? I’ve just spent the last several minutes crying.
I remember that day last summer quite clearly. I’d always wanted to show PalmtreePalmtree where I grew up, have her meet my mom, and spend a day floating. Neither of us knew that we were both just weeks away from having our lives turned upside down. The fact that we had that little time together helped pull me through the months that came after. You see, in school I may have turned out the lights when Palmtree fell asleep, but she’s been taking care of me for just as long.
I’ve received so many really lovely birthday messages. I’m touched, flattered, humbled, and lots of other lovely things. I don’t know what to say other than thank you (big giant thank you post to come later). I thought I’d skip this birthday, to be honest. Then events conspired for it to be a good one. I’ve been asked if I want any presents, if there’s anything I need.
Nope. I’m fine.
The wind is at my back, pushing me along. There is someone in the world thinking these wonderful things about me (all lies, I assure you).
Palmtree, if there is one good thing about heading to the top of the hill, it is that I can throw down a rope. Though the thing is, I know you won’t need it. For as much as I always want to help, to make things easier in any way I can, you’ve never needed me to.
There are things to say about trial by fire, I’m sure. Forget that. Fire is overused. Instead let’s just go back to the water and two little otters floating and holding hands.
helms-deep asked: Happiest of Happy Birthdays to YOUUUUU!! Hope you have an awesome day, my friend. I am so grateful to have gotten to know you better over this past year of your life. You deserve all of the good things that are happening to you right now (which I can't wait to hear the details of). May the Blessed Yak of Birthday Happiness leave you all of your favorite baked goods under your cupboard, and coffee in your TARDIS mug, as is his custom on this, your special and blessed day.
And this, friends, yet another of the many reasons the internet should clone Ralph so we can all have one. This is also one of the reasons I infinitely prefer this platform to facebook. Not a single person there knows of the Blessed Yak of Birthday Happiness’ existence.
Thanks, Ralph!!!!! You just made me grin my face off (hard to do, by the way).
For those of you playing along, last year was a less than stellar year for me. Okay, it was one of the most up and down years of my life. Thoroughly exhausting.
2012-2013 looks to be swinging ‘round my way. There is this rather annoying German-American/Protestant Work Ethic sort of belief that my family has long held, namely, that hard work eventually wins out and causes itself to be recognized.
I don’t know what to say about my work except that I know I can work hard. I can outwork almost anybody if I have to (discovered that in 2011). And, well, I just got a little nudge from the universe that told me that my long-held belief may not have been in error.
2012-2013, yes. You are mine. All mine.
-TLOTH
In which the above title describes my entire state of being. I don’t like being under prepared so I chronically over prepare, which does nothing to alleviate the twitchy feeling. What it generally means that I show up places, find out what I actually needed to know in order to be prepared, and wind up feeling exceedingly stupid. Ironic, I know.
Twitch. Twitch Twitch. Fidget.
If I had one of those clicky pens I would absolutely be going to town on it.
-TLOTH
I obviously need more coffee and cannot be allowed to manage two blogs.
inothernews replied to your post: Battleship. (Or The Best Damned Comedy I’ve Seen in AGES)
How real did they make the red an white peg pieces work? Did they overlay graph paper on the screen during the battle scenes? And who got to yell the signature line? Finally, did they put the movie away in its original box when it was done? Thx!
Okay… here’s the thing, I’m not sh*tting you, THE PEGS ARE IN THE MOVIE!!! The alien missiles actually look like the danged pegs! Also, they actually put a near replica of the game board on the ship’s radar. So yeah, it’s there, it’s not even subtle, and the three of us were laughing so loud it was almost awkward. The signature line sadly doesn’t make an appearance. Also, it looked it was going to be really difficult to get all of Hawaii back into a game box before mom said it was time for bed…
Wait… I almost forgot the best part of the whole experience. Because of Fleet Week, we saw this movie with a bunch of US Navy sailors.
AVAST! THAR BE MINI SPOILERS AHEAD!
Saw Battleship. I have never laughed so hard in a movie that was not pitched as comedy. Tears rolling down my cheeks. Obviously I’ve busted something.
This is the MOST. AMERICAN. MOVIE. EVER. It’s so American it’s ‘Murikan. All you need to know is that at some point Thunderstruck starts playing (yes, I know they’re Aussies, but bear with me) as torpedos are being loaded and fired, and they do a power slide with a national war memorial that was as smooth as the ones my friend and I used to do in his old Crown Vic. All that was missing was dive-bombing bald eagles with Tommy guns in their talons. Oh and Harleys. Yeah, this movie was short on Harleys. I’m pretty sure we’ll get some in the sequel. Right? Because nothing’s more ‘Murikan than a sequel. Oh, and PUNCHING ALIENS IN THE FACE!
I kept leaning over to my companions, whispering things like, “Wouldn’t it be hysterical if [ridiculous thing] happened next?” And then it happened, without fail, every time.
Whatever the thing is that makes you laugh, I broke it. I just… oh. Wow. I seriously hope they make a Chutes and Ladders movie.
-TLOTH
Why on earth would I want to do *that*?!
I am not at all together, and now there are witnesses to it.
It takes me no less than 15 tries to leave the house, and no, that’s not an exaggeration. There are now several people who can testify to this.
Neuroses requires that I compulsively check my email every 5 minutes because what if I’m missing the things that I need to respond to in order to MAKE ME APPEAR LIKE A G-DANGED PROFESSIONAL?!? Incidentally, professionals use the term “g-danged.”
I have poor planning skills for practical things. Y’know, who needs water on a 90-degree day when you’re walking in the sweltering city heat? Ignore that sweat, or the fact that I might be passing out. Passing out is entertaining, right? Totally.
My housekeeping skills are on par with that of a drunken goat. Actually, that might be an insult to drunk goats.
My rabbit is actively trying to punish me for something I did. I don’t know what that thing was, but I’m already sorry. Yes, the cutest fluffiest animal on the planet, one that is made entirely of love and wiggles, has decided I’m on the sh*t list.
But I do give nice hugs.
-TLOTH