tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62349308371303281472024-03-05T02:11:38.600-06:00GrievancesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.comBlogger263125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-1683247252413075842016-01-30T04:08:00.005-06:002016-01-30T09:02:35.742-06:00Drunkfest 20163:23am - It has has officially started. By officially, I mean that my mother finally went to bed. I started drinking like, an hour an a half ago, out of boredom. Just need to endure the brain-melting blasts of his space heater, until he gets out of the bathroom and I can beg for a reprieve.<br />
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3:26am - Seriously, it's Africa hot in here.<br />
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3:31am - He's still in the bathroom. Fuck this. I'm playing Iggy Azalea.<br />
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3:37am - He has emerged. I asked him if it was a satisfying experience. He mentioned listening to "tasty tunes." I told him his heater had melted my face. He claimed it was an improvement.<br />
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4:47am - I am clearly pacing myself too well, because nothing noteworthy has occurred yet. <br />
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5:07am - We did a Mad Libs online:<br />
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For a Limited Time Only!</h1>
Hi, I'm <span class="entry">Hank Hill</span>, and I want to tell you all about the new <span class="entry">leftover</span>.<br />
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Have you seen the new <span class="entry">leftover</span>? It's fantastic! It will <span class="entry">slink</span> and <span class="entry">perturb</span> with no problems at all. To use the <span class="entry">leftover</span>, all you need are a few <span class="entry">scabs</span>. Yes, folks, it's that easy. <br />
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Tired of always having to <span class="entry">scoop</span>? Well, now you can relax and let the <span class="entry">be-tailed</span> <span class="entry">leftover</span> do all the work. <br />
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Our customers love the <span class="entry">leftover</span>!<br />
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<span class="entry">That guy named Michael, what's his last name?</span> said, “After using the <span class="entry">leftover</span>, I'll never go back to using the <span class="entry">waffle stress</span>. Why bother?” <br />
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This <span class="entry">be-tailed</span> <span class="entry">leftover</span> is available at any store that also sells <span class="entry">painful defeats</span>. For a limited time, we are including a bonus <span class="entry">fork friend</span> with each <span class="entry">leftover</span> that you purchase. That's right, folks. Buy the <span class="entry">leftover</span> and get the <span class="entry">fork friend</span> absolutely free! <br />
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We are also running a contest. The next 100 people who buy a <span class="entry">leftover</span> will be entered in a contest to win a lifetime supply of <span class="entry">racism</span>!<br />
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Visit your local <span class="entry">Victoria's Secret</span> and pick up the <span class="entry">leftover</span>. Act now, while supplies last!<br />
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6:09am - Playlist thusfar: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JC7Wsp_3qI" target="_blank">Blue October - Bleed out</a>, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsFpUW48Tnc" target="_blank">Matisyahu - King Without A Crown</a>, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgSrnFOTGbI" target="_blank">Cyndi Lauper - Fearless</a>. This is a less drunk than usual Drunkfest.<br />
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6:32am - He's playing Rick Astley now. Game over man, game over!<br />
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7:13am - So this just happened - I was trying to show my ex-husband (since he is up at this hour) this new fun thing, and I failed:<br />
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8:30am - As step dad is playing No Doubt, I will share yet another Mad Libs we did together:<br />
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Road Trip!</h1>
One day my Uncle <span class="entry">the guy from No Doubt who died</span>, and my Aunt <span class="entry">Caitlyn Jenner</span> said they would take me and my sister <span class="entry">Dolly Parton's boob</span> on a trip to <span class="entry">THE GREAT STATE OF NEW JERSEY</span>.
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“You will love <span class="entry">THE GREAT STATE OF NEW JERSEY</span>,” said Aunt <span class="entry">Caitlyn Jenner</span>. “It is famous for its wild <span class="entry">the un-mockable African pygmies</span>, its <span class="entry">Jets green</span> flowers, and its beautiful <span class="entry">tripping balls</span> hills.”
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“I hope you packed plenty of <span class="entry">stale french fries</span> for the ride,” said Uncle <span class="entry">the guy from No Doubt who died</span>. “It will probably take us <span class="entry">5 or whatever</span> hours.”
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So we all piled into Uncle <span class="entry">the guy from No Doubt who died</span> and Aunt <span class="entry">Caitlyn Jenner</span>'s <span class="entry">unicycle</span>. At first the trip was really <span class="entry">plum stupid</span>. We sang “<span class="entry">fifthry billyord</span> Bottles of <span class="entry">Bud Lite</span> on the Wall.” Then we counted the <span class="entry">puke</span> that we saw <span class="entry">knee rubbing</span> in the fields by the side of the road. But after <span class="entry">1</span> hours we had eaten all the <span class="entry">stale french fries</span> and <span class="entry">Dolly Parton's boob</span> was getting <span class="entry">really really, like rilly stupid</span>.
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“Are we almost there?” she asked <span class="entry">with extreme Jewishness</span>.
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“Yes, <span class="entry">Skippy</span>,” said Aunt <span class="entry">Caitlyn Jenner</span>.
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Just then I saw a sign that said, “<span class="entry">Staten Island</span>: 2 miles.”
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“Umm, Uncle <span class="entry">the guy from No Doubt who died</span>, is <span class="entry">Staten Island</span> on the way to <span class="entry">THE GREAT STATE OF NEW JERSEY</span>?” I asked.
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“Yeah,” said <span class="entry">Dolly Parton's boob</span>, pointing, “and is <span class="entry">The Staten Island place where I lost my phone</span> on the way to <span class="entry">THE GREAT STATE OF NEW JERSEY</span>?”
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“<span class="entry">That's A Good Loose Meat Sandwich</span>, kids,” laughed Uncle <span class="entry">the guy from No Doubt who died</span>. “You can trust the expert.”
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“One thing's for sure,” I muttered. “I don't think we're in <span class="entry">New Jersey!</span> any more.”
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I am so sorry about this. This is a very ... something Drunkfest.<br />
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9:14am - This night has been weird, but not a failure, since I convinced my step dad that new music, such as Blue October, Lana Del Rey and Milo Greene is way cool.<br />
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9:20am - Step dad wants to pack up pack it in, let me begin. Wait, okay, he said he wants to hit she sheets. Which means I will finish this beer, grab my hoagie leftovers and some water and have a nippity nap. Sorry it wasn't a weirder night, kittens. But Drunkfest is what the night demands.<br />
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Love you all! (Especially anyone who read this.)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-79378393843441224032016-01-13T10:26:00.000-06:002016-01-13T10:26:15.193-06:00Christmas! GAH.How did it go for everyone? Just tell me in your minds, I can hear you.<br />
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It was a very different Christmas this year, which started on Christmas Eve. Boyfriend traditionally spends the night at his sister and brother-in-law's house - since I really enjoy them both, I was like, "me too?" and I was permitted access. It was that evening I realized there is no one on this planet who loves decorating for this holiday more than boyfriend's sister. Every inch of her abode was festooned and swagged and stuffed to brimming with cheerful lights and decor. It was amazing. I was fatigued just looking at it.<br />
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I was even more exhausted the next day, due to forgetting to beg boyfriend before he fell asleep to turn off a few hundred lights, because attempting sleep on her very comfy couch was like attempting sleep on the very sun. I was myself afraid to touch a thing, lest my penchant for lacking grace should topple everything into a desperate mess.<br />
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Christmas day itself was fairly typical, except for homes requiring air conditioning in the ding dang winter. Presents, naps, beer for breakfast - one might call it a day like any other, except with Christmas cookies.<br />
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My mom was working on Christmas, so we all had to wait until the following Monday to celebrate with her and my stepdad when she finally had a day off. We went out for some shitty Mexican food, had a few drinks, then re-assembled back at my sister's house to open gifts.<br />
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Among other treats, I got underwear. Good news is, I want underwear.<br />
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After
arriving back at boyfriend's, we sat outside for a bit, when he suddenly fell prey to a concomitant case of
phlegm and pernicious hiccups. I took one look at his face and
implored him to face away from me immediately, and <i>boy</i>, am I smart,
because his dinner found its way out of his body and down the porch steps. <br />
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We decided it was time to retire to bed, which was fine by me, since I felt a rainy-day headache looming <i>hard</i>. He got slipped into the bed first, where I heard him exclaim curses with a measure of bemused distress. I walked over to discover not one, but <i>two</i> liberal wet spots and more cat shit than I care to recall in detail. By the time we made it into a clean bed, cats kicked the hell out of the room for the night with as stern a glare I could manage, and I took my requisite "just laid down for a few, now it's time to pee of course" trip to the bathroom, I returned to bed to discover I had a full-on, head-threatening-to-explode migraine. I also found myself without a belly full of Mexican food, or any fluids I tried desperately to retain, by the time I mercifully fell asleep in the gloomy twilight.<br />
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The lesson here is try new traditions on Christmas, definitely, but not the ones that leave you barfing and cats shitting all over your stuff. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-1743181641768554032015-11-10T13:34:00.001-06:002015-11-11T04:56:25.243-06:00Everyone, greetings. I have written a post.Hello again old readers, new readers, and people named Fred who I will always call "Freeeeedrick" in my mind-voice. <br />
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I've spent much of the past year and more thinking in my brain, sitting here in my old bedroom with the crappy, boringly-painted paneling I somehow decided I needed when I was a teenager. <br />
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My bedroom walls were so bad when we moved to this house when I was 14 that I spent countless, <i>fruitless</i> hours listening to They Might Be Giants, trying to remove the layers of paint and wallpaper - and in the end, applying paneling actually seemed like a sane solution. Do not do this to your home, unless you never intend to drill a hole or hang a picture, because damn. My bedroom would be the only room in this house to survive a nuclear war.<br />
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But I'm very glad to be back here in New Jersey, despite the herculean efforts it took to convince the state to give me my driver's license back. This place has hoagies everywhere. All is forgiven.<br />
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One of my first memories of being back home was wallowing under my covers in the early evening, praying for cataclysmic force majeure, only to have my baby sister bounce loudly and cheerfully into my room unannounced, insisting I put some pants on, tie up the grease I stored on top of my head into a ponytail, and go with her to a get-together populated by airsoft friends of hers whom I'd never met. I had no choice, she's extremely stronger than me.<br />
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While there, I drank a shot of some manner of home-made <i>mushroom-infused</i> alcohol on a dare, to prove that nothing scared me anymore. Trust me on this - don't at all consider doing that. It's been a year since this happened to my body, and I still gag thinking about it.<br />
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A lot of my time in this room was spent being impossibly miserable - my YouTube history is proof - and then finally, mercifully, I had a project in the form of the job I started doing for the Airsoft/LARP game company. I no longer formally work for my old boss, mostly because I was making about zero dollars, and after awhile that gets disheartening and makes you want to yell all the time because it sucks having to ask your mom for tampon money when you are actually spending 12 or more hours a day working on something for another person's dream. No hard feelings between old boss and I, though.<br />
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But back to all the thinking. For the first time in my life I started to become happy being single, and often wondered if I should just stay that way for the duration. I reached a point where I absolutely refused to consider anything serious unless the guy was actually a box of kittens trained to meow my name.<br />
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One boring Friday night about six months ago, when I was in the mood to <i>do</i> <i>something</i> of a social nature for once (I know, I was even <i>sober</i> when I had that desire), a male friend of mine I hadn't seen in like, ten freaking years messaged me. Long story severely truncated, I have a boyfriend, despite the fact I can't convince him to meow my name, not even once, no matter how much I beg. <br />
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Since I would insist upon informations about a person's new kitten or non-kitten acquisition, I present thee with trivia about him:<br />
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1. He is so tall.<br />
2. He cannot whistle. (Proof he is not a bird.)<br />
3. He bought me my nose ring when I was 26 years old.<br />
4. He has never eaten Arby's<br />
5. He never reads my blog, the jerk, despite an agreement we made awhile ago that if I read <i>one</i> of his favorite books, he'd read my original Sims Legacy. Cut to me reading about ten of the books on his shelf, and he still remains only five chapters into the legacy. <br />
6. I dated his brother for a year and a half, 15 years ago.<br />
7. Yep, I just slipped that in there, like no big whoop.<br />
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So, that's what's been up. After noticing a sudden surge in likes on my Facebook page, I decided I should put something on this damned blog, since I'd never intended to stop writing, I just got into a weird mood and the longer I didn't write, the more the idea of writing even a grocery list to post here seemed terrifying. But if you're going to the market, I need more frozen pizza. The good kind!<br />
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As your reward for tolerating my absence and reading all those words, I give you: <br />
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Movie Summaries (as written by a creature from another planet who hasn't seen the film and sometimes doesn't even have the right poster).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interracial gay couple overcome their fears of marathons through dance and Vespa therapy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Used car salesman has one more car left to sell to make his quota for the month or his boss is <i>just gonna kill him</i>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Color blind friends are sure you made them this way and they will not stand for it.</td></tr>
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Because I love you all so much, I have more!
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Due to the fact that I didn't really have a proper workaday job, I ended up doing a ton of favors for people, one of which was cat-sitting for my sister more than once. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is her punk-ass cat, Val. He's a little pissed off that after chewing on my <br />
wrist for no good reason, I guffawed when he accidentally fell off the couch.</td></tr>
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The last time I was equally abused and loved-on by her jerk cat was a long weekend, and she made the mistake of leaving me nothing to eat, but plenty of beer to amuse myself with. The result was a series of Post-it notes I left around her house. Enjoy.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She got a box of doilies from her work friend's mom and she<br />
barely has an inch of house surface left un-doilied.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How else am I supposed to react? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really, really hate that thing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keep in mind, beer was involved in these notes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a good thing I don't just drink any old thing left in someone's fridge.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The errant cheese stick was discovered several weeks later by my sister's boyfriend.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That one wine cork left outside of the containment field haunts my dreams.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I hate when people say, "just saying." I hate myself.</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-51663883140598220882015-05-19T08:11:00.004-05:002015-05-19T08:11:53.383-05:00My First Airsoft Game<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I didn't actually play, I was there as a game reporter (an unarmed
observer who films footage of the action and does interviews) - it's the
non-administrative side of my job I'd been dreading since the moment I
was informed I had to do it. <br />
<br />
I'm guessing that to some
of you who read this blog, the idea of me wearing a tactical vest and
goggles, and drinking water I was wearing on my own back in the middle
of a field with 70 guys shooting at each other might seem like my
natural habitat, but I was so far out of my element I couldn't even see
the periodic table.<br />
<br />
It all started the day before the
game, when I tremulously drove from NJ to PA to pick up the boss, then
head up to NY. (He has no depth perception, or peripheral vision. No, I
don't <i>intentionally</i> sneak up on him - he was in the special forces, and I'm not a fan of head locks.) <br /><br />We
made a quick visit to the field, then checked into the motel where we
were staying. There were errands to run, hydration bladders to buy and
decisions to make about what to unplug in the room so we could charge
phones and camera batteries, etc. At this point, my growing panic was
reasonably in check - only one of my ears was leaking blood, and I could
still feel my face.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The moment I considered shanking my cellmate for sitting on MY bed.</td></tr>
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That night, the boss had to adjust the tactical vest I was borrowing
from him, to fit me properly. The resulting anxiety caused what am I now
sure was internal organ swelling and temporary color blindness - I
wanted it <i>off</i>, <u>now</u>. <br />
<br />
Later in the
evening, the bodyguard assigned to me - his primary job in the game was
CAVT (control and verification team) - met us at the motel with a friend
in tow. I went to jump into the shower, and the <i>second</i> my clothes were off, my boss is knocking at the door to tell me they're here already. Awesome.<br />
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I
get out of the bathroom, already in full "well this is an awkward."
mode, (because even ordinary situations are awkward to me) and my boss
is on the phone, unable to properly introduce us. I'm holding my dirty
underwear wrapped in a dirty shirt, staring longingly at the corner of
the room where my stuff is, which was being blocked by my bed and two
tall guys I'd never spoken to. I stood there for 30 minutes (or seconds)
like a jackass before I decided to toss the stuff toward my bag. <br />
<br />
Where it promptly decided to separate and display itself expertly on the tactical vest. Fabulous.<br /><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks, Asshole.</td></tr>
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After exactly zero minutes of sleep, and my newly-decided morning
ritual of winging pillows at the window until I ran out (then collecting
them to start again) the boss and cranky me arrived at the field a
couple of hours before the game started. He took me on a brief tour
through the village and through the trees, to where the battle would
start at the beach landing site (it was based on the Falklands war).
This was the first time I'd ever walked through a wooded area and felt a
desperate urge to fake a seizure and subsequent inability to speak my
own language.<br />
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Back at staging, I asked the boss if he
needed me to retrieve the pvc poles he'd brought as a prop from the car
for him. In front of a small handful of guys I did not know, he said,
"Yes. Just try not to dance on them." I came back with the poles and
said, "I managed not to dance on them, just try not to get one stuck up
your ass."<br />
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That was the first and final time that day I was myself. <br />
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When the game <i>began</i>, I had been awake for 36 hours. Right before I put on my gear and got on the field, I sent this message to a good friend:<br />
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<i>"I have never been more ready to cry into my own vomit than I am right now."</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I want my mommy.</td></tr>
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I got to the beach landing site, weighed down by gear and feeling
like I was wearing a bunny costume to a black tie dinner, and asked my
bodyguard, "Where should I stand?" He pointed vaguely. I positioned
myself in a vague manner, and waited until smoke filled the field, bomb
sound effects began and guys started pouring out of the "boats" shooting
at unseen other guys in the woods.<br />
<br />
As I squatted,
camera in hand, I realized that the foreign sound I was hearing were BBs
plinking all around me in the dry weeds. It was more surreal than scary
- one of the fears I <i>didn't</i> have about doing the job was getting
shot, which is what everyone else assumed was the reason I couldn't
function as a sane person that day. I just couldn't believe I was right
in the middle of it, and nothing was hitting me. <br />
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I sent this text to my sister (who used to regularly play airsoft) 30 minutes <i>before</i> I ate an expired Slim Jim:<br />
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<i>"Airsoft is a TOTAL and UTTER nope for me. I tried. No. All the nos. Every no that has ever been or ever will be."</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please wait to shoot me until after I learn German so I can properly explain how equal parts bored and terrified I am first.</td></tr>
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It is impossible for me to over-state the hell every single second of
this was to me. I have crushing social anxiety, and I was wearing gear
that made me feel like an dumbass, stuck on a field with dozens of
strangers, with absolutely no freaking idea what I was doing. I wanted
off that field even before I stepped onto it - making it three hours
before I said, "I'm going back to staging, fuck all of this in the ear."
was a testament to my will-power. Not weeping and demanding someone
carry me off the field was a god damned miracle, what with the screams
of my soul's imminent death ringing in my ears. This isn't to say there
wasn't crying. There were definitely tears.<br />
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~~~~~<br />
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By
the time I quit, I had over eight hours of sitting there until game
end, knowing that I still had to drive from NY to PA and then back to
Jersey. I was so sleep-deprived and <i>done with it</i> that it felt as
though my skin was peeling in sheets and scuttling off chortling. I had
been using nearly all of my mental and physical energy just to appear as
if I was simply a conscious human living her own personal nightmare, so
I had a prayer of getting us home safely.<br />
<br />
Once it was
finally, mercifully over, my brain was so crispy I could barely manage
the complexities of driving while existing in my body. I could have been
pissing myself while my boss punched me in the kidneys and I doubt I
would have noticed, for the amount of concentration I had to put into
not running red lights and sitting at green ones (both happened).<br /><br />I
like my boss, seriously. But I had a few moments on the ride home where
I considered merely slowing in front of his home and kicking him out
the door along with his gear.<br />
<br />
The only time I
laughed that entire day was on the drive home when the boss told me my
sister's review of her very first airsoft game: <i>"I'm not saying anyone on that field was gay ... but that was the gayest thing I've ever done."</i><br />
<br />
I
don't think airsoft itself is terrible, and the game was very
well-written and orchestrated - I saw almost everyone leave (due to
choosing a folding chair by the exit and making it mine) and they were
thrilled to damned death with it. Airsoft is awesome, for someone who
wants to hang out in the woods sweating through their camo and chasing
ticks off themselves. If this is how you have fun, and you're in the
northeast, I have the information you need to make this happen for you. I can also get you a good deal on rip-stop pants, vests and goggles.<br />
<br />
I leave you with what a friend said to me after recounting my day to them, including the expired Slim Jim lunch.<br />
<br />
<i>"As my blood thickens and my heart stops, my only regret is that I was here."</i><br />
<br />.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-7089683859739669332015-05-05T06:09:00.001-05:002015-05-05T06:09:28.755-05:00Boys and AdjectivesAs a single girl who sleeps very poorly, I get bored a lot, so I end up on Omegle at odd hours, with a beer in hand. I've had a few great convos there, like the night I laughed until I cried while three dudes from Texas acted like three dudes from Texas.
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<br />
But as anyone who's been there can tell you, it's pretty much hit or miss, miss, miss, miss. Much of the time, I end up talking to a young man who assumes that me moving to Skype with them to chat verbally without Omegle's soundtrack of what must be robots tussling means that later, despite how very clothed I remained, and non-sexual our first conversation was, I want them to tell me every single time they feel a boner approaching. <br />
<br />
I actually suspect that I could conduct this first conversation while wearing another person as my hat, and talking about nothing but my collection of stolen left socks I took from former lovers and still yield the same results.
<br />
<br />
I do expect and accept that guys, especially the younger ones, will ask to see my boobs when they meet me on video chat. It's okay, I get it. But how many times do you have to say no before it lands in a part of their brain where it's understood as an actual no? <br />
<br />
Is deigning to spend time with me in conversation seen as some sort of currency to be exchanged for flashing my tits or fielding conversation about the pressure in his balls? <br />
<br />
I am learning <i>so</i> much about men in my year of being single. Here's an example:
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everyone, just think about that sentence. "You should see what I can do with my ass hole."<br />
Allow it to echo in your mind. It's impossible to respond to immediately.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"like a baby"!? What published work is telling men to use that phrase anywhere near a statement about their genitals?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yep, "crimson tide" tore it for me. I've reached the point where I can no longer muster <br />
the energy to help guide him out of the depths of uninspired futility.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've now given you all the formula for getting a child down for a nap. Exhaust them with word salads.</td></tr>
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What do you think? Will he message me again?<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-55278098213637924902015-03-24T10:24:00.001-05:002015-03-24T10:24:11.182-05:00The Guilt!I always feel guilty when a Tuesday passes and I don't have something to post here. I've been busy, but I've belabored that point. Once I have more free time, I do plan to get back on the blog ball.<br />
<br />
So there's not much going on in my life that anyone really wants to hear about, since it's all stuff about trying to build a website and store, and make sure my associate/boss-type-person isn't using "as" for "has" all over the website, because he's English and can't help that shit at all.<br />
<br />
The rest of my life involves conversations with my sons and ex-husband. So that's what you're getting, and you can like it or lump it (as my junior high science teacher loved to say).<br />
<br />
As I mentioned in the comments on the groovy-ass blog <a href="http://simianidiot.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Simian Idiot</a>, my six-year-old son hates being asked questions that do not relate to precisely the subject he wants to discuss at that moment and probably for at least the next hour. His reactions range from physically waving the question away, to exasperated body twisting and sighs to facial expressions that resemble some sort of fugue.<br />
<br />
His personality is a constant source of amusement for his father and me.<br />
<br />
<b>me:</b> Did you eat dinner already?<br />
<b>6-yr-old:</b> *stares into space, squirms* I don't know.<br />
<b>me: </b>You don't know if you just ate a meal within the last hour?<br />
<b>6-yr-old: </b>...no. Why do Delta cargo planes never carry passengers?<br /> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Next time he wants to talk about Delta, I'll have more questions than answers.</td></tr>
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<br />Just this past weekend, I asked him if he was doing any math in school.<br /><br /><b>6-yr-old: </b>Can not predict now.<br />
<br />
His father explained this answer was due to their Magic 8 Ball. He apparently asks the thing the same question every day: "Am I going to die this week?"<br /><br /><b>6-yr-old: </b>And it always sometimes says, "yes"!<br /><br />~~~~~<br />
<br />
Their dad just took them to Seaworld, where they sat in the splash zone for Shamu. Apparently, they avoided getting wet, which caused the younger brother (aged 5) to complain bitterly. Sounds about right for a child who was born a grumpy old man. It's 80 degrees where he lives, and he insists on wearing long sleeves. He just asked me a few days ago if I'd heard of and liked Simon and Garfunkle. When he gets home from school, he puts on a dress shirt, pants, vest and tie.<br />
<br />
This sounds like I'm merely trying to stress a point, but these are un-embellished facts.<br />
<br />
Little brother also likes to argue. His dad told him he should be a lawyer when he grows up, because of his love for arguing, and he for reals responded, "I do <i>not</i> love to argue!" But this is the same child who made a robot out of a box and named it "Robox", so we're probably not going to sell him to gypsies yet. Not even despite that he says that when he grows up he's going to open the Hitler Airport. Don't get too concerned, he also wants to open The Little Rascal's Airport.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-74025907240869286602015-03-03T09:17:00.001-06:002016-07-06T06:17:41.351-05:00CoffeeWhen I wake up in the morning, I just want some fucking coffee. I don't want to be presented with a riddle, or a project, or a game of chance. I want a hot, strong cup and 15 minutes to attempt to encourage my thinky brain to catch up with my instinctive brain, which only wants to run at the first living thing and kill it when my alarm goes off.<br />
<br />
The Hamilton Beach Flexbrew has distinctively different ideas about how my mornings should begin.<br />
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<i>Oooh, I brew pots <u>and</u> single cups!</i> No you don't. <br />
<br />
We used to have a Mr. Coffee single-cup brewer and it was trusty. The Hamilton Beach Flexbrew was a Christmas gift from my step-dad to my mom, meant to clear some premium counter-space, presumably so he could fill it up with a pop-up toaster to be friends with our toaster oven. Their kitchen is a menagerie of contrapshits and accoutre-junks.<br />
<br />
Some background: step-dad prefers to brew a pot of half-caf and for all intents and purposes, insert a straw. Mom likes a cup at a time, sometimes regular, sometimes half-caf - which always results in us having an over-abundant supply of pointless sucka MC coffee pods rattling around - but lest I divide my ire today, let's stick to talking about what I've dubbed "The Asshole of Coffeemakers".<br />
<br />
We'll start with my lesser gripes: <br />
<br />
<ul>
<li>It has no fill-line for the individual cups of coffee. It has a window on the side which <i>ostensibly</i> is meant to show you how much water you're pouring in, but trust me, it's as useless as ovaries on a boyfriend. You gotta pre-measure that agua. Might as well rustle up a batch of french toast at 6am.</li>
</ul>
<br />
<ul>
<li>The drip-tray doesn't remove. I'd be angrier about this if I were the one tasked with removing stale, tepid coffee from the unit via siphon. But whoever thought that one up in the boardroom definitely moonlights as a total jerk.</li>
</ul>
<br />
<ul>
<li>If you don't press that coffee pod <i>directly</i> down in one dextrous, practiced movement, you're getting a crunchy coffee-ground surprise, because Hamilton Beach is a fussy mistress.</li>
</ul>
<br />
<ul>
<li>Finally, the doozlehopper you stick the pod into has many moving, yet seemingly non-<u><i>re</i></u>moving parts which makes cleaning some sort of Russian Roulette hand acrobatics where you wait for the day when you slice a soap-slippery finger jiggling about, if you don't have the foresight and planning to get it into a dishwasher load. But again - not my circus, not my monkeys.</li>
</ul>
<br />
Now, the real reason I'm here: getting a single, consistent cup of coffee in a timely fashion is a distant memory if you purchase this small electronic appliance.<br />
<br />
With most of the single-cup brewers I've dealt with, you press start and walk away (or slump in a quivering, desperate heap) to wait until the machine stops groaning to know you've got some coffee. The Hamilton Beach Flexbrew expects you to walk away and go fuck yourself.<br />
<br />
It thinks it's really clever, too - with its adorable little beep to let you know coffee consumption is nigh. It lies to you. All too often, that cup isn't even one-quarter brewed when that beep occurs. Sure, <i>sometimes</i> your cup is perfect, and when that rare magic happens, you tell everyone you know that you've been gifted with the only thing you ever wanted: a hot, delicious singly-brewed cup of coffee in less than 20 minutes. <br />
<br />
I've done experiments - albeit caffeine-fueled, fist-banging German ones. It doesn't care what brand of coffee pod you use, it doesn't care how much water you've incrementally measured out - it doesn't care how desperately you beg. It is simply filled with gremlins. <br />
<br />
So if what you desire is to be soundly dominated by a machine first thing in the Christly morning - or any hour of day, for that matter - bring a box of k-cup - any brand, as long as it's caffeinated - to my home and run away screaming with this thing. I'm going to tell my parents that fairies did it. I'll even throw in a slightly-used pop-up toaster. We're going to need the counter space when I drag up the old coffee makers from the basement.<br />
<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-54523044051224268492015-02-17T05:03:00.001-06:002015-02-17T05:04:23.999-06:00Another Boring UpdateA couple of weeks back, I had to drive into unfamiliar territory to visit a friend in the hospital. My mother insists I take her GPS on occasions such as this, and since I reckoned a gosh darn hospital shouldn't be too difficult for a modern invention specifically designed to direct me to the location of my choosing, I took it.<br />
<br />
You see, I didn't learn from the last time I tried to use it to get me to the freaking Philadelphia International Airport, when it insisted that what appeared to be the off-site parking lot for super duper long-term parking was where I needed to be, rather than, I dunno, someplace crazy, like arrivals.<br />
<br />
I also didn't learn from the time it took my family into a residential neighborhood and insisted some dude's house was Denny's.<br />
<br />
It's haunted, that GPS. This is the only logical explanation for its behavior. It's the only reason I can fathom for why it told me that a major hospital was located in a business park well about three or so miles down the road from the destination at which I was yearning to arrive. It didn't take too long before I yanked that impish gremlin away from its power source and decided to pull over and make a phone call to my friend.<br />
<br />
I was in the right lane, and impulsively decided to pull over into a parking lot, using my turn signal. I could only assume that my quick deceleration had caused some irritation because I heard the blaring of a car horn and saw another car right up my car-butt. I chanted to myself, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." before I saw the vehicle as it passed by me, and a woman nearly leaning out her open passenger window screaming, "<i>Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!</i>" All I could do is lift a palm skyward and shrug at her.<br />
<br />
What did she want from me? Some sort of screeched agreement, 1-1/2 seconds of fervent contrition, or maybe for me to throw my first-born from the car as some sort of offering to pay for my sins?<br />
<br />
Ten years ago, someone bellowing at me on the road would have rattled the hell out of me. But now, I am merely curious as to what could possibly be going on inside the head of a person who feels that honking their horn aggressively is not enough of a punishment for someone executing the minor infraction of slowing down suddenly, yet not causing an accident. Sure, my bad. This shit happens on the road. But really, lady - calm down. No need to roll down your window and lose your mind on me. It wasn't personal.<br />
<br />
~~~~~<br />
<br />
Other than eliciting wrath from my fellow commuters, most of my day has involved trudging away at the same thing I've been working on for several weeks - setting up the online store for the AirLARP/Zombie Apocalypse/MilSim site. There had been some noise about how I was meant to also write a blog for the site, and I've recently learned that a big portion of what I'll be doing is ... you know, it's almost hard to type this, because it's a combination of two things I never thought I would remotely be involved in. <br />
<br />
I'm going to be writing a fashion blog for post-apocalyptic/fantasy/military costumes. I mean, what? Anyone who knows me well, and/or in person can tell you that I never use the word zombie unless I'm referring to my mental state after some intractable sleep-deprivation, and there's not a person on this planet who would connect me with fashion, ever. For any reason.<br />
<br />
Even the guy who put me in charge of this sees me during virtually all Skype meetings in the same red hoodie I've been wearing since my grandmother gave it to me for Christmas. If he's able to see the shirt under it, he invariably suggests I change it, because he's seen it too many days in a row. Another popular suggestion: wash your hair. <br />
<br />
So, if I'm less productive with writing something like the Sims story or a movie review, it's because I'm busy trying to figure out how to cram my scuzz ball into a fashionable hole. That's disgusting. <br />
<br />
.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-1831571672160236572015-02-10T06:30:00.004-06:002015-02-10T06:30:54.174-06:00The Boring UpdateI don't think I've ever posted an update about my life in general when nothing was happening that would make people question the thought patterns leading up to my choices.<br />
<br />
So I figured, why not be boring, bordering on sensible for once?<br />
<br />
I'm still living in NJ with my mom and step dad. I'm their personal assistant/kitchen bitch. It's a pretty important job, because without me, there'd be no one to pick up the frozen, fully-cooked hickory smoked Market Day bacon that comes in while my mom is at work. Who would call the dog a fuckstick if I weren't here? Just who, I ask you, is going to deliver a poop sample to the vet? And most importantly, who would go to their bedroom and slam their door in protest of their parent's love for bickering? I'm the glue that keeps this house from ripping off its foundation.<br />
<br />
When I first moved back home, I did a fair amount of drinking - a holdover from living in Texas with my mother-in-law and then my whole Idaho debacle. That behavior flew for about 15 minutes before my mom gently threatened the hammer drop on me, so I somehow managed to knock some sense into myself and stop. <br />
<br />
Next up, I had to work on my post-Idaho <a href="http://www.germany.info/Vertretung/usa/en/__pr/GIC/TWIG__WoW/2012/44-Kummerspeck.html" target="_blank">kummerspeck</a>. Mom and step dad feed me well, and in the land of glorious hoagies, pizza and cheese steaks, along with the holidays, I managed to pile up a meaty chunk on myself. It was fun for awhile, but even this lazy girl can only take so much greasy fingered girth-admiring. I'm definitely on the road toward not dodging every camera at risk of capturing my image.<br />
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For a long time, I kept busy at a slow pace. I had a lot of nothing to do, and was great at it. Now I'm intensely and actually busy working on setting up an online store that sells gear for Airsoft military simulations and zombie apocalypse games. I'm aware this makes no sense with my history of blogging about The Sims, movie reviews, letters I like to write to strangers and food which displeases me. <br />
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This is how it happened: my sister had taken a role in a murder mystery, which was a the beta test for an Airsoft friend of hers (named Monty) who planned to start running them regularly. I'd asked to go see the show, and that turned into being asked to do the favor of taking a very small role of my own, last minute, since it hadn't been filled yet. With my new-found determination to stop saying no to everything that sounds remotely like too much uncontrolled social contact or unfamiliar activity in front of strangers, I decided to just say yes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sister and me, attempting to look 1940s-ish, while I display my expert level selfie-taking. <br />
Phones are as hard as my sister's humorless glare.</td></tr>
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I got to play a very fun part where I pretended to be absolutely nobody all night, who then pulls out a gun in a twist ending. Not long after, Monty asked me to come back for a future show, as a paid actor. After another interval of time which I can not recall (but still not very long), he asked me to put my organizational skills and talent for doing very boring, tedious things to work by helping him set up his store for him.<br />
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I'm becoming familiar - in a way I'd never planned - with the vast array of accoutrements people use to run around in the woods, trying to kill each other - not for real, although dressed as though they mean it. <br /><br />Once I get the store sorted, I'll be concentrating on the next murder mystery, as well as writing a blog for the store's website. I gotta be honest, I have no idea what I'm doing, or why anyone would give me the responsibility of doing it.<br />
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So, that's my update. I've done a pretty good job not making an ass out of myself for awhile, and although it's often less fun than playing a jester in my own throne room, it's still kinda neat. Apologies for not updating as often as I usually would - when I get a project, I tend to fly at it violently, to the detriment of anything else. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-55142972235961710122015-01-28T12:31:00.000-06:002015-01-28T12:31:44.449-06:00I Play Sims 2 (part10)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giuliana gets the award for being the best-looking female elder so far.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately, she's willing to touch a person with a haircut that shouldn't exist.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gigi, you're an adult! Go get some action, promptly.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mm, yes. Right next to the bug collection, as it's meant to be.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And you're handling pregnancy so gracefully!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is an interesting new ritual I have yet to find a name for.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mina, I am not quite digging your elder do-rag.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Groovy, another tree fire.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even better, a lecture from the fire department for calling them when there was no actual fire. <br />
Must be time for more game goofin'.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Damned thing refused to quit raging, so I moved it to the front of the property and made it a feature.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gigi really likes it. It sets them apart from the rest of the houses on the block.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a boy! His name is Hank. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what's become of our sweet princess Holly.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Naturally, Murray rushed right on over.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hank's a toddler! Oh, I can't wait to potty train yet another one of these things.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And looky there, Holly popped right between the hoopty and the blazing tree.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As it tends to do, life goes on ... Gigi shreds her face off in her pajamas in full view of the neighbors ...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">... Geneva digs her holes in the yard ...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">... Mina can't bear the racket ...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">... and a stray dog engages in goofballery in the spot where the tree finally <br />
extinguished itself for no apparent reason, after several days ablaze.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't worry, after I moved it back, it caught fire again. I didn't even bother to call the fire department. What can you do?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So then Holly had a little girl named Hillary.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Hank became a child wearing a shirt similar to one I own, so I need fashion help.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hillary suddenly grew into, uh ... this. We'll wait, it could get better.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, maybe Hillary is smart.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj28tUyrTd6Xw2oIkIfPCCWmN2-TJXpxEBNr06YvafMwBvItJUObQa4MgdT6B32A2dOCvA0lQlCQXTPfsyQQSxZUmkrZXGrh7TsOqbIMN-nxZCZYR6apUZUkE_z47VtUAeaqsCgZqD-ETY/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_81599386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj28tUyrTd6Xw2oIkIfPCCWmN2-TJXpxEBNr06YvafMwBvItJUObQa4MgdT6B32A2dOCvA0lQlCQXTPfsyQQSxZUmkrZXGrh7TsOqbIMN-nxZCZYR6apUZUkE_z47VtUAeaqsCgZqD-ETY/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_81599386.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everything is just going kooky now. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For one thing, our maid came home from work with Holly. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Giuliana find her loathsome as balls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alright ... uh, maid ... see you in the morning!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then we have these two stray dogs on the front porch - both named Bailey.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They battled. There can only be one. Congratulations, Bailey! Better luck next time, Bailey!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I became so thoroughly fed up with my game's knavery, I decided to build a pond under the eternally burning tree.</td></tr>
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I think I just got tricked into watching a zombie movie, guys. Netflix can convince me to watch a lot of strange things, and I really do like strange, but this was akin to discovering a bag of garbage that's been sitting hidden in your shed for a year. What's this? Old Christmas ornaments? Clothes for donation? No. Just a sack full of moist, gnarly detritus and something wiggling a little.<br />
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Samantha (Najarra Townsend) is a strangely beautiful girl who is embarrassingly obsessed with her ex-girlfriend Nikki (Katie Stegeman) - an <i>ostensibly</i> English girl - who behaves toward Sam as though she's continually just turned up at her door, trying to offer her an issue of The Watchtower. Nikki's attitude toward her ranges from a bored obligation to converse to thinly-veiled bored hostility. <br />
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The story begins with Sam attending a house party of her friend Alice (Alice Macdonald) with absolutely no desire to socialize or drink, and practically walking around announcing to anyone who will listen that she's a <i>lesbian, duh</i>. Naturally, she gets intensely hammered and has sexual intercourse in a car with a man named BJ (Simon Barrett) whom I can only describe as extremely blurry. <br />
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Take that, nice guy Riley (Matt Mercer), how dare you try to act like a normal, decent dude with no intentions of slipping a roofie to the object of your affection.<br />
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As you can deduce from the poster, Sam begins to get very ill, over the course of three short days. This is where the film goes from dopey to inexplicable. It's not just the fact that her outward severity of symptoms change drastically back and forth between scenes (one moment her left eye is salmon colored, the next completely opaque white, then back again) it's also how mildly everyone is reacting to a person who looks like she's in the early stages of late-stage leprosy. More than half the time, they don't even seem to notice the funk emanating from her like sickness stink lines in a cartoon.<br />
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She's also acting very suspiciously. Just walking around being the most conspicuously suspicious character in the vicinity. Plus, I can't imagine a doctor would be presented with a previously healthy, young woman who is suddenly bleeding like a stuck pig, has a severe rash starting in her genitals which branches upward, and an extremely low heart-rate and not send her to the emergency room. I don't even think this "doctor" Googled her symptoms. My quick search indicates that best-case scenario, noticeable bradycardia can mean she's really damned dehydrated. Instead of telling her to drink some Gatorade, he merely suggests that she lotion up her vagina, because ew, there's a lot of dry, dead skin on it. <br />
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During her second visit, when the iris of her right eye has turned completely red and the left has gone pink, he's all, "Well, it <i>looks</i> bad, but what can we do? Just gotta wait for the test results. Definitely looks like an infection, but I have to find out exactly which one before I can give you some antibiotics. I'll have my nurse call you after the labs are back. Oh, and you're probably really contagious, so try to just ... stay away from other people while you wait." <br />
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She's a waitress, and he doesn't even advise her not to go into work with her crazy, sometimes bleeding eyeballs and touch people's salad greens with her bare, blood-caked fingernails. Her own boss (E-Kan Soong) sees this shit and is like, "Oh man, that looks pretty terrible. I'll call someone to cover your shift, you just wait here in the completely un-staffed, gleaming kitchen near all the stuff we don't want contaminated by anything that oozes."<br />
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Even after Sam hears from Alice that the police are looking for a mysterious guy from the party, she still doesn't care that her teeth, hair and nails are falling off her body - what's most important is keeping Nikki from hearing that she's had sex with a <i>dude</i>.<br />
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Sam's own mother (Caroline Williams) appears to be more concerned with the weak subplot of her daughter being a recovering heroin addict. Aren't you looking right at her, mom?! She's vomiting blood all over your clean bathroom! <br />
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The grossness persists and escalates. She tries to kiss three people (two of whom <i>let</i> her) with a sore at the corner of her mouth, grey, rotting teeth, and what has to be some galloping morning death breath. I might be a little fussy, but I don't want to touch mouths with someone who has spinach stuck in their teeth, even if they do have a cute, interesting nose.<br />
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There's no reason to watch this film. It's ridiculous, yet even with the "here's my motivation, see?" acting and unrealistic, "man, you look like shit, are you feeling well?" reactions to physical decay, it's still not over-the-top enough to truly be a work of unintentional art. Your time might be better spent writing haikus about your lover's burrito farts, or digging that gunk from under your fingernails.<br /><br />.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-33119716545980582432015-01-13T08:05:00.000-06:002015-01-28T12:34:21.056-06:00I Play Sims 2 (part9)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can't confuse death, Harris. Just like you can't pop a goulash.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looks like someone tried to pop something all over Mina's new grown-up shirt.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giuliana had her baby! I named her Gigi. She has spectacular eyebrows. <br />
That crib sheet looks like someone has been pooping Rorschach tests.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gigi grew into a toddler, as one does.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's at this point, my game decided it was time for shenanigans. This bores Gretchen, who's seen it all.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mina goes into labor near the green thing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gigi has become a world-weary child. I'd feel the same if I got stuck to my grandmother's torso for no reason.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giuliana has taken up a career as an aerobics instructor circa 1986.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mina's daughter Holly became a toddler before I started paying attention to her.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also happening while I was in a Sims-trance - Gretchen spinning Gigi until she blows fluffy blue chunks.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giuliana ... well. I find this hard to explain. But I guess there wasn't much money in wearing leg warmers.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gretchen's gone. I hope she's kicking Harris' butt, wherever it is that Sims go.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Holly's a major princess, I guess.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With a minor in same-sex jitterbug.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gigi's looking cuter. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giuliana, don't forget your castanets.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mina's a high-ranking ... military thing, uh - person.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Both girls participate in dare-devilry.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Although, Holly could find better ways to display bravery than offering her arm as a snack to a stray dog.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Holly's a teenager, and it's freaking her out.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like this. It's been awhile since my Sims clumped with their guests somewhere other than the bathroom.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But I think this farshtunken visitor needs a few minutes with a hose. Go home, weirdo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So, apparently astronauts carpool to the shuttle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So comfortable, you can check your sites in it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Holly's dating a lumberjack whose talent is hovering a ball with his mind.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gigi got herself a ginger who likes his belly poked. Or at least tolerates it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aaand let's wrap this chapter up with a little abuse. A high note.</td></tr>
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<a href="http://nicomorley.blogspot.com/2015/01/i-play-sims-2-part10.html" target="_blank">I Play Sims 2 (part10) </a><br />
.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-91571782121421834822014-12-30T09:57:00.000-06:002015-01-13T08:17:13.726-06:00I Play Sims 2 (part8)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ah yes, I remember trying to play "Slap my sister blind" before she was big enough to kick my ass.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guys, what the hell. I'm starting to think there's something more to this than just unfettered hatred.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Y'all can't quit each other, at all.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even Mina grew into a thermidor eater. Who keeps making all that damned thermidor!?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am pleasantly surprised by how Giuliana grew up and developed a chin.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aww. Don't get too excited, though - it's just a crappy pot holder.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Useless maid remains unmoved by your passive-aggressive thumbs up, Gretchstein.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Your dad makes me wanna hurl too, Giuliana.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He thinks he's all fly and stuff.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But your immortal great, great, great grandmother can kick his ass even before her morning grilled cheese.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well hello to you too, teenage Mina. You turned out pretty good.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You're no Giulana, but you're not making me queasy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gretchen, what the hell are you skulking around about?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very mature way to christen your new home.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Speaking of maturing, Gretchen has done got old and ... whimsical?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harris got old, fat and bizarrely-dressed. Only two of those are my doing.<br />
Someone has to eat all the burnt bowls of stuff.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mina has started dating this guy, even though she's not old enough to have any real fun yet.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His name's Frank He appears to be feeling two very different things at once.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giuliana is dating this handsome, freezing-cold gentleman, Tanner.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here Giuliana explains how her lobster was not murdered. I think.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hope these new fellas can handle an old man getting his ass handed to him every day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Geneva on the case, I don't have to put any work at all into making this man wake up miserable.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We gotta move the old man and his thermidor, Giulana needs to have a birthday.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, line up awkwardly, it's time for her to turn into a woman.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tanner, glad to see you're not freezing to death anymore, now get to work.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Way to go, Red!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just in time for her to properly enjoy Gretchen's bathroom beatbox.</td></tr>
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<a href="http://nicomorley.blogspot.com/2015/01/i-play-sims-2-part9.html" target="_blank">I Play Sims 2 (part9) </a><br />
.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-251175622479286252014-12-16T08:53:00.001-06:002014-12-30T09:59:06.238-06:00I Play Sims 2 (part7)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh no! Eugene is going to react poorly to this.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hrm. I don't think anyone saw this coming, though.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But there is good news - I think the baby is coming. Hard to tell, Harris seems to be experiencing rain.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nope, he's sproinging. Definitely an infant on the way.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not a moment too soon, either. I can't be the only one getting sick of the pregnant rage dances.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's name her Giuliana, then get her out of the room before the next bare knuckle brawl.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This looks like some good, old-fashioned roistering.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Although, if it's causing bladder malfunctions, you might want to consider dialing down a bit of the aggression.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Are we sure Giuliana's not some sort of wild animal hybrid?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her screams make me want to slam my head into the trash compactor, too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYaypvK6ML1rgfGp0TM-l_IksroenMN6-RODoknwiACGQ6DOOhRwYJOfnzYugobx-lgHKPeB12bmoHXMZaynjHrTAczRBzqZ2674NvkGgZzUkxc9ztON33QWbwEgy8Pa9qaNsT7fLyd9M/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_c13ac009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYaypvK6ML1rgfGp0TM-l_IksroenMN6-RODoknwiACGQ6DOOhRwYJOfnzYugobx-lgHKPeB12bmoHXMZaynjHrTAczRBzqZ2674NvkGgZzUkxc9ztON33QWbwEgy8Pa9qaNsT7fLyd9M/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_c13ac009.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretending you're crackers isn't going to get you out of dealing with your child, Gretchen.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You gotta get more involved - I mean, there are fights breaking out every five minutes. The child could be trod upon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXlWMYQGzckgHIijpi6Fyfraapw0WTFSVOSwyn8E5YE9QcnTJJYZHV8O-1m3kVJliiPle_lcKtN-w3AGWPzXxOZzlSLpArjZvsqG_85e56R3J3AliOY26PHaHjQ-qwG7jhuxFFdNwLyU/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_813bdccf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXlWMYQGzckgHIijpi6Fyfraapw0WTFSVOSwyn8E5YE9QcnTJJYZHV8O-1m3kVJliiPle_lcKtN-w3AGWPzXxOZzlSLpArjZvsqG_85e56R3J3AliOY26PHaHjQ-qwG7jhuxFFdNwLyU/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_813bdccf.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Your dad and the father of your child are coordinating sleepwear, which ... well, I just don't approve of.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KTKyP1dV51-0ci8W47NqF1cv2VyZEkiWpOnCcFF58keqKnYmBx05JZXcjkPAfGQ9ycemtuGWvI1sLCBOZ5xiPXjB3-TQyo5RkymZNpTaWyBqrKvMUbkW7rgZIPG5xmPBis92fZp6DJw/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_e13aff00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KTKyP1dV51-0ci8W47NqF1cv2VyZEkiWpOnCcFF58keqKnYmBx05JZXcjkPAfGQ9ycemtuGWvI1sLCBOZ5xiPXjB3-TQyo5RkymZNpTaWyBqrKvMUbkW7rgZIPG5xmPBis92fZp6DJw/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_e13aff00.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And while Harris is outside trying to catch butterflies ...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSYM8DhupEQUJkDpHk21vCFFCnfgNjHUwHjy_xlGbNCYGJrqGbKwJn4F1ZEcTVgjmKEsCg7UAIKmupj_AcK1LLouu77aQ9qOM1d8hSYNRgXngOSVEjZfj2PcTW3DXdM471nI39pRmszo/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_013c3521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSYM8DhupEQUJkDpHk21vCFFCnfgNjHUwHjy_xlGbNCYGJrqGbKwJn4F1ZEcTVgjmKEsCg7UAIKmupj_AcK1LLouu77aQ9qOM1d8hSYNRgXngOSVEjZfj2PcTW3DXdM471nI39pRmszo/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_013c3521.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">... this weirdly over-dressed lady is just glomming all over your kid.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__gjYInMjtNdTh-V9ZxgSLVXIp4maEyRuWBBfrsy7UmVkpPFn4Ky_oh1ZKR2JufUGSedyxP1AyU4aK2m3a33ASyxP1_Jc3tOhxN5b0IYqMlPM40kjhLXCUPC6nkWvo3fgBOFuAxgihQI/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_a13c406d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__gjYInMjtNdTh-V9ZxgSLVXIp4maEyRuWBBfrsy7UmVkpPFn4Ky_oh1ZKR2JufUGSedyxP1AyU4aK2m3a33ASyxP1_Jc3tOhxN5b0IYqMlPM40kjhLXCUPC6nkWvo3fgBOFuAxgihQI/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_a13c406d.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And you - you're in here having a great old time barfing. Oh shit. You're having another damned baby.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You've been so busy, you didn't even notice that Giuliana grew up!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCH5sx76vXOFbn8a4Jd6nyEiBVBCs8LmFG_RXMaFchSDUZRA7YIbc4h70aZoOuFOhWdaxEWkwlTGQffLDapPBs3ZbRUqVmTMAj6fzP-erBsxAahHBXEm0QZn5B6x1xwhCBsya3KkHlGI/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_213c4ccb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCH5sx76vXOFbn8a4Jd6nyEiBVBCs8LmFG_RXMaFchSDUZRA7YIbc4h70aZoOuFOhWdaxEWkwlTGQffLDapPBs3ZbRUqVmTMAj6fzP-erBsxAahHBXEm0QZn5B6x1xwhCBsya3KkHlGI/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_213c4ccb.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And she's eating lobster thermidor! Yeah, bet you never thought you'd see the day <br />
your chinless daughter was stuffing her face with French food.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">To be fair, these two constantly slamming each other around every time they end up in the <br />
same room with nothing better to do is a strange way for anyone to try to live.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, baby Mina is here. Maybe now you can get your act together.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what you wear to work? Where's this job, down by the docks?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoy the other side, Eugene. This side is weird as hell.</td></tr>
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<br /><a href="http://nicomorley.blogspot.com/2014/12/i-play-sims-2-part8.html" target="_blank">I Play Sims 2 (part8) </a><br />
.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-5297865429117331612014-12-09T07:40:00.001-06:002014-12-09T07:40:39.326-06:00Tasting Food (part2)Time to ingest edibles again, for better or worse. <br />
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Here's a treat my mom brought home for me!
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not much to say, really. Who wouldn't appreciate a surprise caramel apple?</td></tr>
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Fortunately, I'm not in the habit of biting into fruit I can't visually inspect.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously? Seriously.</td></tr>
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When I mentioned my rotting apple to my mother, she said, "yeah, mine wasn't that great either." <br />
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She ate hers. <i>She ate hers.</i><br />
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~~~~~<br />
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This next one has a back story that would in no way fully justify or explain why I bought it.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZ34gX-au9iE8cWF9ZLw3v5OBPYRO_eXZ_dNeeUEPA-8mIN_K_z3-HUrG6duQWi-3HoSNl5H2nPtKsGARPiSNDIrEA3CRb78eLfvpIW99iwKjFv73kVhFHiwkdtcflo1zefvBru9XKH8/s1600/101_1393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZ34gX-au9iE8cWF9ZLw3v5OBPYRO_eXZ_dNeeUEPA-8mIN_K_z3-HUrG6duQWi-3HoSNl5H2nPtKsGARPiSNDIrEA3CRb78eLfvpIW99iwKjFv73kVhFHiwkdtcflo1zefvBru9XKH8/s1600/101_1393.JPG" height="640" width="628" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spoiler alert. I should have fed myself the tray.</td></tr>
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My kids never ate these while toddlers. I was curious.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes, you need to learn the hard way.</td></tr>
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This was awful, okay? The flavor was even worse than the appearance. It tasted like sadness - like that sort of depression you enter where you stop feeling anything. A butterfly could alight on your finger and wink at you, and you'd react with a sigh. That sort of mood - but in your mouth, boring your tongue to death. <br />
<br />
I tried to make it palatable, so I could finish it. I hate wasting food that has little chance of actually poisoning me. I added Frank's Red Hot.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXuDd7PCDSRz217Z9MjfnzJOpCJ2B0ZMeTg88ZYwbDjKirw2pc6s5-oZFJcwhmdRPQqiQWSm7pT4Sjizon82dAkjLFdHZFloowWGcL1_Th8xfzbp4gJdBahNC4Swvkt8aQfJAOtCFkEg/s1600/101_1413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXuDd7PCDSRz217Z9MjfnzJOpCJ2B0ZMeTg88ZYwbDjKirw2pc6s5-oZFJcwhmdRPQqiQWSm7pT4Sjizon82dAkjLFdHZFloowWGcL1_Th8xfzbp4gJdBahNC4Swvkt8aQfJAOtCFkEg/s1600/101_1413.JPG" height="363" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dammit! Now it just looks sad and embarrassed.</td></tr>
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I can lick Frank's Red Hot from a paper plate, but I still could not make myself eat this ravioli. That means now I've just wasted food <i>and</i> Frank's Red Hot! I could cry.<br />
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~~~~~<br />
<br />
An entree'. I found this in my mother's basement freezer, nearly crushed by leftover take-out General Tso's Chicken, Market Day pizzas, mysteriously bagged garlic knots, something so freezer-burned it defied identification, boxes of fully-cooked bacon, and a plastic container of year-old cake slices my mom claims are from the Cake Boss. Her mental processes when it comes to food baffle me.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSDzkkiYoIzwrLmj728Y1lAjAcjO5KwKIqy2CHU5pC_x5Hv0Cu3chRd2MuVfhjL0GkcoMpK6ODRelSCgNEiI9AYneUkcX4oSyDebXwQFFrLMV0XPRn9KcPLh6dKvkwFhe80EDrT4T_So/s1600/101_1387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSDzkkiYoIzwrLmj728Y1lAjAcjO5KwKIqy2CHU5pC_x5Hv0Cu3chRd2MuVfhjL0GkcoMpK6ODRelSCgNEiI9AYneUkcX4oSyDebXwQFFrLMV0XPRn9KcPLh6dKvkwFhe80EDrT4T_So/s1600/101_1387.JPG" height="504" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As you can see, she spared no expense</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Bh1JFdfkyAs3jP4htMJlRqrZ8A48gMdX6HJWRLxd3t6qgN0YK1TCPr4trpk4uWiNS0MsK0ICJGVC2P0YHXJOzRdEN15qIOaS2rQHKQZbE_zUIP7sWimVg74u_0dGJZicicQKpXH20wY/s1600/101_1391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Bh1JFdfkyAs3jP4htMJlRqrZ8A48gMdX6HJWRLxd3t6qgN0YK1TCPr4trpk4uWiNS0MsK0ICJGVC2P0YHXJOzRdEN15qIOaS2rQHKQZbE_zUIP7sWimVg74u_0dGJZicicQKpXH20wY/s1600/101_1391.JPG" height="172" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also, this is expired. Of course.</td></tr>
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But, I went for it anyway, despite that I really <i>really</i> (it's impossible to overstate how much I really) hate sweet potatoes in any form. I'll just eat around them.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmph-O3ixJx2RKAXXAhQ6ocrMk4gyB3nDbSJ9Fv6dTj9S-PYwNJDyGGjBsILh-yirMRj9LK8qlCZJJs61W0sEEAFQvcHL5u5qSOCRe9JksPZgR27rscVP0fuQDAqKQumSAsWSNmG3q5w/s1600/101_1403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmph-O3ixJx2RKAXXAhQ6ocrMk4gyB3nDbSJ9Fv6dTj9S-PYwNJDyGGjBsILh-yirMRj9LK8qlCZJJs61W0sEEAFQvcHL5u5qSOCRe9JksPZgR27rscVP0fuQDAqKQumSAsWSNmG3q5w/s1600/101_1403.JPG" height="456" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Okay, fine. I'll wipe them off things, too.</td></tr>
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Look at that one bit of chicken, refusing to be a joiner. Get in the game, chicken. You were born to be Marsala. I know it looks like barbecue sauce with enigmatic clots, but it's your destiny, and I'm hungry.<br />
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This meal startled me with its ability to be consumed without misery. I fully expected to be able to bebop and scat about how horrible this food was for a couple paragraphs, but it was actually pretty damned good - especially for expired frozen food for under two bucks. I'm not even kidding, there is another one of these down in the basement and I have already licked the box so no one else can have it.<br />
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~~~~~ <br />
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Something sweet! <br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3gxj7zMxtyoUNqxQF_hg4jaIADmr-D9vBIb7ptoBSEjtWjUcneSylKPT3gUXC47Q3CxfI56aux1rT5kNFQDhcslxNVB6EtUtrO4MQ9LxGA-sPra8-BvwgYnmRORORDqRKew71acVGxg/s1600/101_1382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3gxj7zMxtyoUNqxQF_hg4jaIADmr-D9vBIb7ptoBSEjtWjUcneSylKPT3gUXC47Q3CxfI56aux1rT5kNFQDhcslxNVB6EtUtrO4MQ9LxGA-sPra8-BvwgYnmRORORDqRKew71acVGxg/s1600/101_1382.JPG" height="352" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boomCHOCOboom bar. I think a friend of mine used to work there.</td></tr>
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I like to enjoy life as much as the next person, which is why I decided to try this dairy, nut, soy and gluten free treat. I'm lying. I was challenging this candy to deliver, as I couldn't believe anything so free of everything delicious could possibly be an agreeable dessert. <br />
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If there is anyone out there who actually thinks this tastes good, it's because they're on a steady diet of straw and oats. It's like biting into a thin bar of soap which has a flavor reminiscent of Nesquik powder. No melty sensation - you just smash at it with your teeth until your mouth gathers enough saliva to swallow it. It has an aftertaste that just won't quit, too<br />
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I force-fed a piece to my step dad - he was pissed off and disgusted for a full ten minutes. So I'll give it a point for that. It's a great way to ruin someone's 10 minutes. <br />
<br />
Fresh out of people's days to mess up, I threw the rest of the bar out. I didn't even feel bad about it.<br />
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~~~~~<br />
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Sweet! (part2)<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDiei3umXyFc6u2I1wmjY6-NIqynD5o6JbBV5ZseWg93K18Ay-ysmscgpbv2KGV5i-EQhyw6MvP9zVMN3XdQacEMSE-glhihIfpGcoNev4OCxcgfZwco7bvsQJ1WLU5eWaQgPEgZPmkI/s1600/101_1415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDiei3umXyFc6u2I1wmjY6-NIqynD5o6JbBV5ZseWg93K18Ay-ysmscgpbv2KGV5i-EQhyw6MvP9zVMN3XdQacEMSE-glhihIfpGcoNev4OCxcgfZwco7bvsQJ1WLU5eWaQgPEgZPmkI/s1600/101_1415.JPG" height="640" width="476" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least they're pareve kosher, so you can pair them with either dairy or meat. The choice is yours.</td></tr>
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I'm a glutton for gluten-free experiments. Plus, I wanted to try a cookie constructed without the benefit of typical cookie-making ingredients.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Four cookies? But my mom says I'm only allowed to have three at a time. </td></tr>
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I am delighted and astonished to report that the flavor of this product is more like a chocolate chip cookie than it's not. The texture is another story, from another book, on another planet. I have no idea how they managed to get them to look so much like a normal cookie, yet bite so much like a crouton. I feel like I'm in the future. A bad future, where people don't know the sweet glory of a real cookie.<br />
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~~~~~<br />
Sweet! (part3)
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9rIyhyphenhyphennskf-YRnHRBgKN9SHi7rq1lFcgcDdhD9pDH2lr2JBimRRLGXc3V7SYL3pXvSJZLbNIjiQ0yp7mQJhu3yldz99VywmUZ-kmDqMm4rdQjLRASqDsODQcSXJTu0m3QBDSFB9pWG6A/s1600/101_1420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9rIyhyphenhyphennskf-YRnHRBgKN9SHi7rq1lFcgcDdhD9pDH2lr2JBimRRLGXc3V7SYL3pXvSJZLbNIjiQ0yp7mQJhu3yldz99VywmUZ-kmDqMm4rdQjLRASqDsODQcSXJTu0m3QBDSFB9pWG6A/s1600/101_1420.JPG" height="640" width="530" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And now you've seen cake that's been frozen for a year.</td></tr>
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Right after I wrote up there *points* about the contents of my mother's basement freezer including an alleged Cake Boss cake, I noticed it had been moved upstairs to the fridge. I couldn't help myself. I needed to know.<br />
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I was unimpressed. The icing made me say, "well, okay." The little strip of chocolate ganache between the layers made me say, "alright, sure." <br />
<br />
The cake itself? What the hell. This was a simple two-layer cake, but the density was pumped up to support four or five tiers above it. So I'm going to change my use of the term "alleged" to "probably" a Cake Boss cake. Anytime I've watched that show, or any of its ilk, the cakes never look like they'd taste delicious, precisely because they need to be hard as a brick to support whatever stupid shape is happening. <br />
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Plus, who the hell wants to eat a cake with components that have been handled and molested by several different people. Think about how much fondant alone is manipulated. Hands smoothing it endlessly. Touch, touch, touch. Mold, touch, fix, adjust, touch. <i>Touch</i>. <br />
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Then you put it in your mouth, because it looks pretty. What are you, a toddler? You disgust me.<br />
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<span id="goog_367409736"></span><span id="goog_367409737"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-47427902241834234412014-12-02T06:49:00.002-06:002014-12-16T08:56:16.219-06:00I Play Sims 2 (part6)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eugene, just tell her she sounds like Pavarotti so she'll stop.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This sucks. You were just starting to grow on me, Maura.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now Eugene is old. Well don't think you're retiring, old man. I won't have it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You fools are annoying enough when he's got places to be up the sharply angled road. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All day, every day of this crap? No thanks.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh stop. You'll still have plenty of canoodling time. Gah.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alright, Gretchen - it's just adulthood. No new to chew the scenery about it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey Doc, while you're in there, try convincing her to ditch the pink hair. It's getting on my nerves.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's it, shake her up good.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eh. The hair's better at least.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thankfully, she's wasting no time finding a man with whom to discuss hot bowls of blood.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You'll be pregnant in no time, Gretchen.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Once Harris figures out what the hell is going on. Use smaller words, Gretch.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hrm. Hard to tell how Geneva feels about him. Immortals can be so inscrutable.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh cool, she loves him.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harris is just, you know ...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">... so damned easy to get along with.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So very hip, too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You two really need to find some hobbies other than irritating me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And I definitely need to get that bar off the back deck.</td></tr>
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<a href="http://nicomorley.blogspot.com/2014/12/i-play-sims-2-part7.html" target="_blank">I Play Sims 2 (part7) </a><br />
.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-6133615526201204492014-11-19T08:43:00.000-06:002014-12-02T06:52:41.550-06:00I Play Sims 2 (part5)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What's all this intensity about, compadres?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dammit, Maura - don't encourage them.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teenage Gretchen. Eating a forkful of nothing - but the pink hair is ... kicky.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect, your tree is on fire and it's stopped raining. Not to mention, it's completely inaccessible to the fire fighter.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPksvdGSUkhDhvpBhS1IkGNzQamxhotIddxUjuYvepqZweyJgQ2xl2x0yS8z8iIAXBbU9DOxcxz_FX1IoUJOIUc5PTSF-8t6o11KtKArBuFGqEt9sG4iOw2g1A7wrmLIaWn1R2i-Tw5Zc/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_a136f2c4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPksvdGSUkhDhvpBhS1IkGNzQamxhotIddxUjuYvepqZweyJgQ2xl2x0yS8z8iIAXBbU9DOxcxz_FX1IoUJOIUc5PTSF-8t6o11KtKArBuFGqEt9sG4iOw2g1A7wrmLIaWn1R2i-Tw5Zc/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_a136f2c4.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He just stood in the house talking about not being able to do his job, while everyone watched it burn, <br />
and the maid bitched about walking on a triangle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMvhw_2v9MaWF-RVip56xzgGitCGx7qPPMYQlM8QFGxD3E0VrcO9FfJCWxTnU8W7FP79yPuJ1CniIGZcxt9YozWg7lTV6oo0fC7-YVwgJH_O2UBlJLeTCKMd5kzz0Q9Y9fJ_VV2sihczk/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_a136f364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMvhw_2v9MaWF-RVip56xzgGitCGx7qPPMYQlM8QFGxD3E0VrcO9FfJCWxTnU8W7FP79yPuJ1CniIGZcxt9YozWg7lTV6oo0fC7-YVwgJH_O2UBlJLeTCKMd5kzz0Q9Y9fJ_VV2sihczk/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_a136f364.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It could have killed someone, but instead it chose to become this inaccessible pile of rubble. Good times.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUxl-02ibeOOmbpV6jvln3Qbk3qQjpHGRvcGK2kLsgtknGIWYhOeH1vlRKenyHiQ0GEoQqElxs-2pJhDHxZmCvUcboBfTks-LG9eE5vxOLAlxrfUHMCKJqodfC_jiaz4wJMutMjF7ZDU/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_4131f536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUxl-02ibeOOmbpV6jvln3Qbk3qQjpHGRvcGK2kLsgtknGIWYhOeH1vlRKenyHiQ0GEoQqElxs-2pJhDHxZmCvUcboBfTks-LG9eE5vxOLAlxrfUHMCKJqodfC_jiaz4wJMutMjF7ZDU/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_4131f536.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Speaking of good times, I thought I told you two to quit this wacky horseshit. Go blog about your hobbies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy47yR4dT5hQH1U8aPdAKeZdYDzwnfrcBbFAyE4xXNramSaWTG_YMGCrSVCFjjw6plNbhYiA_qAAc0e9cLuqZ2zVWBvsFPNKXtUMkdZCwJltAaEWPMZGp67FlJIxn34eb9wvnPQhNmuP0/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_21374717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy47yR4dT5hQH1U8aPdAKeZdYDzwnfrcBbFAyE4xXNramSaWTG_YMGCrSVCFjjw6plNbhYiA_qAAc0e9cLuqZ2zVWBvsFPNKXtUMkdZCwJltAaEWPMZGp67FlJIxn34eb9wvnPQhNmuP0/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_21374717.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eugene has no trouble keeping himself busy with his invisible horse.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmREOjmsCpF4X6EXDJGK4iKjXscCvPAbSWfW-BWbew0KJJsRrwtkq2nBcQkUx0NJBPIDMpTif7MOztz0yemQE70ZEPw9FoyEkxl2dqC1cpL_BBmRPVSRiRa7l1iZlArEqma6hyOBUN-0/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_c1349cda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmREOjmsCpF4X6EXDJGK4iKjXscCvPAbSWfW-BWbew0KJJsRrwtkq2nBcQkUx0NJBPIDMpTif7MOztz0yemQE70ZEPw9FoyEkxl2dqC1cpL_BBmRPVSRiRa7l1iZlArEqma6hyOBUN-0/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_c1349cda.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His kitchen primping alone requires careful scheduling.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWodbaNIFnhfIGKetwTUyCoB1K0woSpK0g1DyGEAcCPQ3oOK-NoQLa_lcesj5ijMwGZmgFECAiszvPQwqUOSD0S1OCeKUuWjKevlLMO4rz0y_-UsHk5uhlqP1stnhkZ3HmN11mt29TLKw/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_21349c39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWodbaNIFnhfIGKetwTUyCoB1K0woSpK0g1DyGEAcCPQ3oOK-NoQLa_lcesj5ijMwGZmgFECAiszvPQwqUOSD0S1OCeKUuWjKevlLMO4rz0y_-UsHk5uhlqP1stnhkZ3HmN11mt29TLKw/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_21349c39.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plus, the amount of time he spends communicating through the island counters about <br />
"the others" doesn't leave any time for shenanigans.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBKpX6lBTwSHKLC6FrsMg-Ikd_WvKdQopnFzVoZVg0hvog9iL60VLrGSrUfkwOtCuztBBcwQWCHB4c_PxJc3MqU6zIqGpsZP_tjH56sZ9Gkt5XXma3n-fQrNP2onvtY2rm3vNfbPVXto/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_6131f525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBKpX6lBTwSHKLC6FrsMg-Ikd_WvKdQopnFzVoZVg0hvog9iL60VLrGSrUfkwOtCuztBBcwQWCHB4c_PxJc3MqU6zIqGpsZP_tjH56sZ9Gkt5XXma3n-fQrNP2onvtY2rm3vNfbPVXto/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_6131f525.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But yeah, just keep doing this. It won't end badly at all.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjA1ZhodhMSAOK0jASk7f1uf8iwUrk-b43kLQKXZzXCZrWYS_FHaR9PJjUQg6bp7pI56Wnl4mxY_5jlknmnpnpyHHZzX2Ju-pqFdxPfvkNCJRx01JjGcQhRZkJ8MYhGZFnS7aAA1N9Us/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_81321433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjA1ZhodhMSAOK0jASk7f1uf8iwUrk-b43kLQKXZzXCZrWYS_FHaR9PJjUQg6bp7pI56Wnl4mxY_5jlknmnpnpyHHZzX2Ju-pqFdxPfvkNCJRx01JjGcQhRZkJ8MYhGZFnS7aAA1N9Us/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_81321433.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Because it's not just Eugene who is thinking, "enough with the serenading, woman."</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrsnOwNbty9iRwyg2qz8PQPbajS3hxTa9gWnz2dnd0-PIQLtQydaeBNdUwSBpQTI9p69KIgwaHfNCmMfeGcWsV3llpGBhdbeCn4OH334cRJ6NNGa-SU_7nkjLPbNyqKz9m-SCJ0MUQ_U/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_c1317a8a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrsnOwNbty9iRwyg2qz8PQPbajS3hxTa9gWnz2dnd0-PIQLtQydaeBNdUwSBpQTI9p69KIgwaHfNCmMfeGcWsV3llpGBhdbeCn4OH334cRJ6NNGa-SU_7nkjLPbNyqKz9m-SCJ0MUQ_U/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_c1317a8a.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geneva may not know a fork from a sword, but that dancing made her your girlfriend and she's breaking up with you.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2co35RBLgWB2bLwo0NFJCo1KDKwIiQKRVRAQn1uHGZMmGkkJT3mWQudLZaOIO5mlzbbGhT9FGx76MNrOKdUuutTPfpvzFY_u1vNYBI0NNuRIYy6JgwO4VEhYuRym8yMzCRN9Jjlpiic/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_e136fe43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2co35RBLgWB2bLwo0NFJCo1KDKwIiQKRVRAQn1uHGZMmGkkJT3mWQudLZaOIO5mlzbbGhT9FGx76MNrOKdUuutTPfpvzFY_u1vNYBI0NNuRIYy6JgwO4VEhYuRym8yMzCRN9Jjlpiic/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_e136fe43.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And that's why you're old and derp now. See how that works?</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7p7CXb8Ge02Css8RHtE6fJEddOk9FH8N1vqgFGK4HRjCsef4l57CRrfQIDG5QKNvz6gJPovC339JmXSFgrr8qfalYxckjq8K_rPXemJgVupDU_6sGRrlR7ruy6KVspLchkv4r4rWWND8/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_813745c3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7p7CXb8Ge02Css8RHtE6fJEddOk9FH8N1vqgFGK4HRjCsef4l57CRrfQIDG5QKNvz6gJPovC339JmXSFgrr8qfalYxckjq8K_rPXemJgVupDU_6sGRrlR7ruy6KVspLchkv4r4rWWND8/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_813745c3.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now go start a microwave fire with your noodles and think about what you've done, <br />
and how you got your neck to do ... that.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNorAy2rynjO_JV7ZDBCTCejOFtu6xNyajNgVjeV1s8-uqWutvHXuCSbQNlsmqreBYQN_3u4x64nE5qCGhGYl8U0jRLV-icA7BBmfQ6e8e5UKP551EogRELmV4NbJjoJb38AAhNs_P0HE/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_4131e5c1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNorAy2rynjO_JV7ZDBCTCejOFtu6xNyajNgVjeV1s8-uqWutvHXuCSbQNlsmqreBYQN_3u4x64nE5qCGhGYl8U0jRLV-icA7BBmfQ6e8e5UKP551EogRELmV4NbJjoJb38AAhNs_P0HE/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_4131e5c1.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who ... the hell is this goober on the back deck?</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEmUIg3YrvhcCr98q2vGuwH7aPs8frpRr7QZNJOUbgA-N8Ke8VAp7tDcH8leSTfY8lwzB97xCYW2mJoNVG622-vYXheXqPDYxf2QYEiZC5WJo4N6wHCLFssT6ER3Byx41inPbT4WxkXA/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_4131e657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEmUIg3YrvhcCr98q2vGuwH7aPs8frpRr7QZNJOUbgA-N8Ke8VAp7tDcH8leSTfY8lwzB97xCYW2mJoNVG622-vYXheXqPDYxf2QYEiZC5WJo4N6wHCLFssT6ER3Byx41inPbT4WxkXA/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_4131e657.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now he's cooling out in the front room! Eugene! Do something!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6C5v1EuG3H1jhhOpMj1gpDnTakxy3VOBmE2mXYk6_IZZyVLumdOxoRGuSFCppTCyjwcAucbiraQEHCsaClC6PQEQHYG1Nkn0EKJxlqdVM0NcHe-cCWS7cFhyphenhyphennFFxRwpO5AzU23sgxlOk/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_e131e6c8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6C5v1EuG3H1jhhOpMj1gpDnTakxy3VOBmE2mXYk6_IZZyVLumdOxoRGuSFCppTCyjwcAucbiraQEHCsaClC6PQEQHYG1Nkn0EKJxlqdVM0NcHe-cCWS7cFhyphenhyphennFFxRwpO5AzU23sgxlOk/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_e131e6c8.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watch out, weirdo, Eugene is flexing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-SVtdM30_WiYI_0VWjh4eirLMiUJMA5BZ-68i1ScnsjjjTWNgwpbTlg5qzWlDft_yxN6appn3fk4Z5-d__7XWz3H1lDr4BY7m9ii-iajyQPeCywyKce-tiKIdrnD9GB97hsCW_Ra4oE/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_0131e6f2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-SVtdM30_WiYI_0VWjh4eirLMiUJMA5BZ-68i1ScnsjjjTWNgwpbTlg5qzWlDft_yxN6appn3fk4Z5-d__7XWz3H1lDr4BY7m9ii-iajyQPeCywyKce-tiKIdrnD9GB97hsCW_Ra4oE/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_0131e6f2.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've seen manlier responses to a stranger in the house, but I'm sure this sends a message.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now you've done it. He's thoroughly offended.</td></tr>
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<a href="http://nicomorley.blogspot.com/2014/12/i-play-sims-2-part6.html" target="_blank">I Play Sims 2 (part6) </a><br />
.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-71986732858750579022014-11-11T09:11:00.004-06:002014-11-11T09:11:48.998-06:00Tapas! (Slightly Australian Edition)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I dreamed ...<br />
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that I had a marsupial pouch. Less fun than you'd expect.<br />
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that after having an angry exchange with my MIL, I started sticking panty liners to the soles of my boots before leaving the house. I'll show her.<br />
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that a little girl was pouring cookie crumbs into my shoe. I didn't like that kid.<br />
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that my glasses broke into useless bits right before a big night out of karaoke, and I'd just given birth four days earlier (which I kept mentioning to everyone, all the time). I somehow blurrily made it to the venue, but once there, I realized it wasn't karaoke, it was some sort of show where the seats moved all around the theater - <i>in Australia</i>. At this point, nothing else was on my mind except for how I ended up in Australia when I don't even have a passport.<br />
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~~~~~<br />
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E-mails from my ex:<br />
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"<span class="null">Yesterday, [6-year-old]'s homework was to draw a picture of
something related to fire safety. So he drew a picture of his school on
fire. Also (and this was an especially nice touch) there was a
gravestone in front of the school that said "R.I.P. Kid"--he said it was
a boy who died in the fire. So they buried him right there, presumably
as the fire continued to rage."<br /><br /> </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The last time I talked to this son on the phone, he informed me that petting dogs was not a real job.<br />
He is the dasher of dreams.</td></tr>
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<span class="null">"</span><span class="null">It was 94 degrees yesterday, and [5-year-old] insisted on
wearing shorts a size too small, as well as his fleece jacket, zipped
up. He finally took it off after a few hours, because he said his legs
were getting sweaty."</span><br />
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<span class="null"><br />"</span><span class="null"><span class="null">I think someone should write a sketch about if
Windows 8 were a waiter at a restaurant. Constantly bringing the wrong
food. Intentionally knocking forks out of patrons' hands. Trying to
shove unwanted food into every open mouth. Stuff like that."<br /><br />~~~~~<br /><br />Also, for your viewing pleasure - and to keep things fair by posting a picture my younger son drew:</span> </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at the schadenfreude evident in the face of the hammer-wielder. </td></tr>
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<span class="null">Let's also talk about the fact that this is the same child who said during a phone conversation, "Hitler was a powerful man. But you are not dead."<br /><br />Have you ever heard a more disturbingly German pep talk from a 5-year-old before? <br />Probably not in English.<br /><br />~~~~~<br /><br />Here's something I did on Omegle when the guy I was talking to took a phone call.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That last bit was me trying to lip-read.</td></tr>
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<span class="null">And finally, here is the lone Omegle experience I attempted during Drunk Fest:</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crunk Frest only happens when it snows.</td></tr>
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<span class="null"><br />.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-78831102209157413832014-11-04T05:36:00.002-06:002014-11-19T08:44:25.751-06:00I Play Sims 2 (part4)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You just had to go and have a boy, didn't you. I'm naming him Eugene as your punishment.<br />
Hurry up and shave his hand before he the other kids give him a special nickname.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now get to work and slay a dragon or whatever it is you do in that getup.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice robe, old sport.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beer in the fridge and you're drinking out of the milk carton? You are one boring immortal.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I do so enjoy your interpretive treadmill, though. I'll give you that.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All grown up, and wasting time drinking cans of juice. Get out there and impregnate someone.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Next time, try it without coats. I highly recommend doing it coatless. And inside.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I knew you could do it. Meanwhile, am I watching this from a fishbowl?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gretchen, you are one creepy sleeper.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maura! You've aged into Cyndi Lauper. That is rad.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that's a sturdy face.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm going to go right ahead and assume that a whole lotta foolin' around is the reason for this hair situation.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Calm all the way down, Karen - nobody wants to read your diary.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whatever this is, it's probably none of my business.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ugh. Alright, fine - I'll bite. What are you knuckleheads up to?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pork chop sandwiches! How do you even start an inferno like this with a damned tv dinner.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How much do you want to bet that this would never happen if you just unplugged <br />
the damned thing before you started jabbing screwdrivers into it?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alright, this look isn't exactly burning my eyeballs. Definite improvement. Loving the ginger buns.</td></tr>
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.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-15754606142990194922014-10-28T01:08:00.000-05:002014-10-28T09:41:05.389-05:00Drunk Fest, Y'all.2:05am: The night begins. These assholes (my mother and step dad) have just now begun to have a twinkle in their eye about dinner. They're having "dick taters" and at least one of them is really proud of this. I simply propelled myself out of bed and stole some mashed potatoes and corn before the real shit could start. I had to run away to my bedroom, because the dog tried to eat me. More later!<br />
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2:11am: I really like corn. Need beer soon. To get rid of my headache from earlier beer.<br />
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2:18am: They still haven't started eating and my mother had to yell at the dog to stop trying to chew me, after inserting myself into the living room experience.<br />
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2:21am: "I don't want to be in love prison. I'm done." ~the tv show my parents are watching, while I pour beer down my face. <br />
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2:28am: Fuck. They're watching Jeopardy, and I just got shooshed. Drunk fest is taking for freaking ever. *pouts*<br />
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2:52am: It gets worse. They're making me watch Dancing With The Stars. DVR is an evil invention. This is horrible, it's Halloween-themed. It's like a visible fart.<br />
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3:15am: I was lounging on my back, dejectedly eating more mashed potatoes, mouthing off about Lea Thompson's wooden performance, when my mother abruptly turned off the show and announced it was bed time.<br />
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While step dad was putting her to bed, I began to set up camp. He waltzed out, and saw me trying to plug in my laptop. His response? "Why don't you ass-up the whole living room? You wanna put the couch in the kitchen?"<br />
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I was moving a tiny chest of drawers two literal inches. At this juncture, he threw a cigarette at me and told me he was going to be back later. I tried to talk to him about how it was okay to tell me he needed to poop. He informed me that some things are sacred, and now I'm here, unsure how to work this remote. But at least beer.<br />
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3:25am: I put on Kimbra, then banged my glass of beer into my upper lip. Such an expert.<br />
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Anyway, let's talk about my levels of drunk as it relates to the dog. She's a yorkie/pomeranian mix shithead.<br />
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Sober - "Gah, your dog. She's barking, fuck her."<br />
Slightly Buzzed - "Her ear is floppy. Fix your ear! You fuckstick dog. No, stop biting me, seriously."<br />
More Buzzed - "I am going to buy a bigger dog to eat you, you cute little fuck."<br />
Totes Buzzed - "Smell my foot. It smells like a donut, I'm serious. I smelt it myself. Unglazed. You like that foot."<br />
Getting Drunk - "This dog is okay, I wish she'd stop eating me. Get the spray bottle so I can tell you a story about when I was 15."<br />
Almost Drunk - "I might nap with this adorable rat in a dog costume. Stupid dog. We never cuddle anymore. Fuck you! All you want is treats. Oh come here, I can't stay mad at you. Ouch, you bit me."<br />
Drunk - "I can't even. *giggle* This asshole is chewing me. Oh my god, she does have a cute face. We should throw shit at her. Then I'll tell you a story about when I was ... what was I saying?"<br />
Drunk as Hell - "I am going to poop on her. I mean it. Oh, she's licking my arm. I love you stupid dog. You are the only one who ever understood me. She bit me, fuck her. Fuck everyone. Let's play Mad Libs. Yes, I can work a pen. Give me a pen." *flips pen across room* "Mad Libs is OVER."<br />
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3:44am - Sober step dad just taught me how to break into a car with a tennis ball. We are totes gonna try this later. "Send us some numbas so we can call from jail." he says. He's from Staten Island.<br />
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3:59am - There is no way I'm this funny. I've been riffing on the tv for a billion minutes with the sound off and he keeps giggling. He ate too many mashed potatoes. I am so glad I didn't eat any of the hot dogs, since he just told me they drove from Va with them, like, eight hundred weeks ago, and they weren't stored in a cooler. He might die tonight. Let's put that on the record. I did not kill this man.<br />
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4:50am: We just went on Omegle. I will post that conversation at a later date. Mostly because I saved the screen caps with names I'll never remember now.<br />
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4:55am: Step dad forces me to promise not to show him my dick. I can keep this promise, I promise.<br />
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addendum - he wants me to make it clear he has not and will not show me his dick. so it's not weird. fucking beer. "that doesn't sound right," he says, "that sounds weird."<br />
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Also, "why don't you stick a tape recorder up my ass, so you can get everything I say?"<br />
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Someone, explain to the young people what a tape recorder is. <br />
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4:59am: "God, I'm dying." he says.<br />
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I suspect hot dogs.<br />
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He just claimed to have used rancid milk in the mashed potatoes. I threatened to punch him in the tit.<br />
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5:29am: Step dad wants to talk about a dogs balls (I'm barely listening, he probably said it was time to take his medication) but I wanted to report my recent conversation, which was how if my ex-husband won the lottery, he'd be like, "you have a house bitch!" and if I won the lottery, I'd be all, "hey you have a house now and your dream has come true. no more work, all day boys", which ... is probably the wrongest way to explain what I mean. I'm just saying he loves raising the children, and would love to Mr. Mom them all day.<br />
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Someone needs to confiscate my beers. <br />
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Also, private note to my really awesome ex. "WHY THE FUCK IS VANESSA BAYER STILL ON SNL, SERIOUSLY. I CAN'T HANDLE IT. FUCK."<br />
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6:46am: it's harder to type. I am only here because step dad needed to pee. Oh fuck, shh, I think he's back. I still have too much beer yet to drink, tomorrow will be hard. hepl.<br />
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Wait, he is still peeing, let's talk about hiccups. They have something to do with once being fish. I read it on the internet, seriously, it's a real thing. Gills and stuff. I think step dad approaches. He finds me so amusing, but does not want me to tear the giant television off the wall. I will do my best, kittens.<br />
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Speaking of kittens, he likes kittens but not cats, oh fuck here he is.<br />
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7:07am: I just tried to say "bum's nutsack" to my step dad (about my right arm pit), but totally said, "bum's nut snack." which is a totally different conversation.<br />
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He's also informed me that it took ten minutes to type that. He also wants me to tell you that he no longer has a tape recorder up his ass, he has upgraded to the 90s and has a CD player up in theres.<br />
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7:18am: okay this happened. my right arm pit was so bad, I totally grabbed some like normal lotion and rubbed it into my pit. Step dad gagged. He said it was worse than the tiny dog licking in-between my mother's toes. Wait, I'm gagging now.<br />
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It's fucking light out. The sun demands the party end, FUCK THE SUN. I have a whole more beer to drink. "Let's get a Ouija board." step dad says. HELLS YEAH. <br />
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7:23am: I am demanding step dad smells my arm pit. I banged his face with my pit. He is totally disturbed, and wiped his face with a lotion-infused tissue, but agrees is smells better than before. He feels my use of men's deodorant does not do me any favors. I feel he is running out of cigarettes. Oh wait, it's on the kitchen table. Walk to Wawa averted.<br />
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7:47am: I can't even explain - step dad went to piss, yet keeps trying to sell me every single thing in the hallway. He keeps using the word "illustrious." Who on this planet, drunk or sober can not fall on the floor laughing as he tries to sell me two for one lotion - oh my fuck, he just walked out singing "smelly cat," with a trail of toilet paper out of his pants. I can't. With this.<br />
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addendum, I am dead serious. This all happened to me. <br />
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aLSO, what ARE THEY FEEDING YOU.<br />
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8:27am: I hate to report this, but my step dad dared me to fart. And I did. I promptly covered my head in the nearest blanket and died. Then, my mother woke up and threw the dog at us. <br />
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New level of drunk. I love this stupid dog. We are one.<br />
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8:33am: step dad tries to convince me to walk through like, the McDonald's drive through and get extra hashbrowns. As I can barely type, I doubt this is happ'ning. I mean, I need to hug the dog. That's where I am, I love this stupid dog.<br />
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4:38am no wait, 8:38am - so the dog made this sound like she had a bell face and walked into a wok. A WOK of all things. Step dad suspected she had something in her mouth, but that little rat ran all ups under the couch. I can't fit there. <br />
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Step dad threatens to cook fish sticks. Also, he thinks I have more farts. I do not.<br />
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9:27am: the keyboard is fulla boogers and step dad wants to know if he can go to jail for this. To put it simply, some asshole called asking for my step dad. I refused to give his oh shit it's later.<br />
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9:53am: after harassing - thoroughly - the woman who dared to call while we were basking in 80s videos, step dad accidentally called a friend of mine and we left a criminal message for him. I love you, person, you know who you are. We are both so sorry.<br />
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The dog barks. Will Drunk Fest ever end? Who knows? The shadow? Oh, the squeaking of this toy, while we try to enjoy New Order. <br />
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9:58am: we have decided to get matching Members Only jackets. <br />
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10:19am: why doesn't McDougals deliver the hashbrows? Hungry. Hungry. "ya killin' me Smalls." I have no idea why he said that, but Smalls, ya killin' us.<br />
<br />10:38am: hiccups. abort. put rest of beer back. the hiccups have bested me. Drunk Fest OVER.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-79902489561931695252014-10-21T13:46:00.000-05:002014-10-21T13:46:04.979-05:00Tasting Food<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My mother is obsessed with bringing home any snack food that has been recently created, especially if it's a flavor that probably shouldn't be. She honestly needs a separate storage closet just for the bags of various chips she buys that are sampled, rejected, yet never thrown away. She bought me a bag of sweet roasted corn <i>potato</i> chips, because she knows I love corn a whole lot and she's seen me eat potato chips. I ate about five of those chips, only because I was amused by my mouth's "oh, come <i>on</i>!" reaction to them. Imagine the flavors of two great things - two great things that hate each other, and brawl about it on your tongue.<br />
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Some history on my mother's new relationship with food ... my step father told me she once ate a frozen roll that was four years past the expiration date. I don't at all have a problem believing this, since there was a package of just-expired bakery-bought cupcakes when I moved here in July and they are still in the fridge, and it's October dammit, despite my trying to throw them away. She insists she'll eat them.<br />
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Which brings us to my current experiment - seeking out food items which I'd probably never eat unless I was trying to win a bet or find something to talk about on my blog.<br />
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Let's begin with tamarind nectar.<br />
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Doesn't that look appetizing? It tastes like your gums are bleeding.
Granted, that could have been the indestructible can it came in. After
my first taste, I put it right back into the fridge, spilling a little
bit on the shelf. I thought I'd cleaned it up, but when my step dad
tried to move it later as I slumbered, it was so very stuck that he ended up spilling
more of it during his unsticking efforts. If I were him, I'd have thrown
it at my bedroom door, like my mom always did with anything I left
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Basically,
don't drink this unless you require a liquid glue that comes in a weapon and
your mouth doesn't taste enough like blood that day.<br />
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Let's eat something in a pocket now. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can feel the organic lack of GMOs right through the box.</td></tr>
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I love spinach and feta! What could go wrong?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I use paper plates, because ripping the cooked food away from the paper is half the fun.</td></tr>
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That is what it looked like cooked. It's also what it looked like frozen, but trust me, it was hot enough to make you regret your lack of patience yet again. One thing I can say for this is that it's clearly magic of some sort. The spinach and feta on its own tasted the way almost anyone would expect - pretty good, once it made contact with a non-sizzled taste bud. But that pocket. That virtuous, pasty, tricksy pocket. Its lack of flavor was so power-filled, it drew in all hints of flavor within the realm of my bedroom and rendered them non-existent. I even tried licking my wall and ... nothing. Nothing has a taste as long as that dough exists.<br />
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~~~~~<br />
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Something sweet, now.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cacao to cacao.</td></tr>
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Dark? Sure. Sinful? Probably. That bar is nearly as long as my <i>foot</i>. Pear? Eh. <br />
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I expected so much weirder from this, but I couldn't detect any pear, and I'm not hard of pear-detecting at all. Trust me, you put something pear-flavored in my mouth, and I will immediately report tasting pear. This is just a highly edible dark chocolate and almond bar. If you like that sort of thing, please come over and help me finish this. I swear I didn't touch it with my foot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They go with everything.</td></tr>
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These are fantastically fun, although impossible to eat once you apply them, unless you've applied them to a friend. I did not think this one through properly. But, I definitely got quite the reaction today when I had to run to the middle school to pick up my mom's Market Day order.<br />
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I have a decision to make, though. Do I risk life and nipple to rip these off now, find the patience to wait for my night sweats to melt them off, or invite a non-diabetic friend over to treat me like a moveable, if slightly reluctant sugar rush?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not a casserole, a PIE.</td></tr>
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Let's heat this, according to the package directions. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hurry up and bring me a fork!</td></tr>
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What can be said about something that smells like unwashed socks and only has one slice of black olive laying on it? This was edible. I know this because I got it into my face and it didn't come back out of it immediately. I can't confirm that it has three layers, because the gluten-free tortilla broke apart like someone on hour eight of an interrogation for a crime they never wanted to commit. <br />
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This is something you have to eat quickly, before it cools down and before it's exposed to too much Earth air, which clearly rejects its very existence. This is something you might happily eat if you were deployed, because it tastes better than sucking on your uniform. If you're not in the military, this is something you should Hasselhoff from your living room floor after pouring a lot of strong beer down your throat.<br />
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Eating it ended as most unpleasant things do - with a measure of relief, but way too much salt all over my bed. I almost felt as though I should keep the tray, because I suspected this meal would enter me, then reassemble itself after incorporating the unholy amount of corn I'm always eating, then emerge as a fully-formed, yet slightly improved version of its past self I could convince the dog to eat. <br />
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Cedar Lane gluten-free Enchilada Pie is preposterous as a human food.<br />
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.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-67563023181661452732014-10-14T11:13:00.000-05:002014-11-04T05:37:53.792-06:00I Play Sims 2 (part3)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I see you're wearing your job search kimono - and not a moment too soon, we'll be needing more money for a bigger place.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's it - the very morning you move into the new house, shove that hand in the dirt and find a man in a sweater to date.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm sure if you tried, you could move faster.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, I know. Too much grilled cheese can be binding.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, at least Geneva didn't let a floor baby disturb her brunch. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's good that you're hosing her down, though. Let's call her Maura. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No need to look thoroughly depressed, I'm sure she'll eventually grow some hair.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why the hell is everyone so bummed out? You have a nice, mature, child's bun now, Maura. Cheer up.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ah, pretty pretty teenaged Maura. People might almost forget I named you terribly.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*sigh* Only a Maura would dance like that.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Melissa, you're old! What will you do with yourself now?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm not sure messing around with that lamp is a groovy idea.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Fuck this shit" is exactly the stance I would have taken. You're a smart old lady.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maura. Sounds like a cow mooing "Laura".</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah, I just now realized it, too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey, there's a guy in a hat hanging around, have you met him yet?</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmgiT4RbZutf77ulsedt03_59bAvaFhyphenhyphenm-EzIM1JnY89mWl5EESnhvEMdC801vcO-EcIGpclw0LpLVbOBCIyXtoPbMpzD1ipu1rQBdhV58CRJH_CeavHBdmSKb0LiGqzhOV45uacBnp4/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_0128b028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmgiT4RbZutf77ulsedt03_59bAvaFhyphenhyphenm-EzIM1JnY89mWl5EESnhvEMdC801vcO-EcIGpclw0LpLVbOBCIyXtoPbMpzD1ipu1rQBdhV58CRJH_CeavHBdmSKb0LiGqzhOV45uacBnp4/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_0128b028.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, I see you have. It seems like just mere minutes ago you didn't even exist.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now Melissa is dead?! You can't even pass out drunk without all sorts of shit going down.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, Geneva - I'm aware of you.</td></tr>
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<br /><a href="http://nicomorley.blogspot.com/2014/11/i-play-sims-2-part4.html" target="_blank">I Play Sims 2 (part4) </a><br />
.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-67892896812163555482014-10-07T07:32:00.000-05:002014-10-14T11:14:23.270-05:00I Play Sims 2 (part2)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, look at how pregnant you are, you little slut.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's call her Melissa.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They grow up so fast and festive these days.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That hair is not putting me a party mood, though.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You're a child now! Time to do your homework!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Once that dog I told you not to talk to finishes eating it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile, I've decided you're going to be immortal, Geneva - so start juicing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also, quit it with the fires, you're irritating the whole department.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And no more flopping your grilling meats around. That's irritating me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plus, you've got to stop staring at the pasta. The neighbors are starting to talk.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Melissa's a teenager now! Time for her to make some friends, I guess.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maybe one with a less curious nature.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Screw it, just turn into an adult and have a nervous breakdown like everyone else.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know a guy who can give you a great face sanding that'll fix you right up.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See? All we have to do is get you wearing something that won't attract the wrong kind of Sim.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now get downtown and find a man.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But try doing something other than stuffing cookies into your face with a random old lady.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah, I suppose that qualifies as something different.</td></tr>
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<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://nicomorley.blogspot.com/2014/10/i-play-sims-2-part3.html" target="_blank">I Play Sims 2 (part3) </a><br />
.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-75053482184220575732014-10-01T10:59:00.000-05:002014-10-01T10:59:57.875-05:00I Don't Know How She Does It<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ugh. Okay, I think when my best friend Bunny Walker recommended I watch and review a movie with Sarah Jessica Parker in it, she was thinking the main issue I'd have is the hatred I used to harbor for her based on my scorching Matthew Broderick crush - but I've grown out of that. Way out of it. <br />
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You see, my best friend's favorite reviews of mine involve films I despise - and even without still obsessing over SJP's husbro, being forced to watch something she's in is a pretty safe bet I'll volunteer to throw a rock at my television and quit the planet for the evening.<br />
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But I love my Bunny Walker, and I'll do almost anything she asks, except watch this damnable thing a second time.<br />
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Allow me to heave a sigh and get started.<br />
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First thing's first - as Netflix took its time loading, this is the image it offered me as I waited:<br />
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It felt like I was looking into a mirror that turned me into Sarah Jessica Parker, and I was pleading with myself not to go through with it. I didn't listen. I never heed the warnings of my heart.<br />
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Kate (SJP) and Richard Reddy (Greg Kinnear) are working married parents who haven't yet figured out that it's no longer the 60s and that everything involving the house and children isn't momma's sole responsibility. I mean <i>fuck</i> - when was the critically acclaimed novel this film was based on written? Oh, just 2003. Back when girls were girls and men were men. Those were the d--well, maybe the book was better. I pray it was. <br />
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None of the characters were truly likeable. Kate Reddy's friend Allison (Christina Hendricks) was tolerable most of the time. Digestible, even. Everyone else gave me gas.<br />
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As you can guess, Kate tries to have it all, and does none of it as well as it could be done. Man, when was the last time I ran across this theme? You mean to tell me every single story about a working mother is this same boring, predictable, gender role stereotyping, corny bullshit? No wonder I'm holding a fistful of my own hair.<br />
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At least <i>this</i> movie had totally different and innovative stuff in it, like misunderstandings involving e-mails sent to the wrong person, grass-is-always-greener moments, judgmental mother-in-laws, snarky fellow mothers, getting-it-right-alright musical montages and freeze-frame fourth wall bashing - plus really clever crap like calling yourself a "giant, un-tweezed eyebrow". Ahahahahaha. Ha. <br />
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I almost gave up completely when Kate Reddy was questioned about a spot on her blazer and she responded by tasting it. <i>Tasting</i> it. What ever happened to <i>smelling</i> things?! I have two kids and there is no way I could be convinced to put my mouth on a mysterious stain - I don't care if I even had a pretty darn good hunch it was made entirely of squished pot brownies - I am not just throwing it willy-nilly against my tongue, not even for comedy. <br />
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What is there really to say about this film? It just sucked. I mean, it wasn't even so bad it was good. It was just ... there ... doing all the things that irritate you into needing a nap. It was like a forced two-hour coffee date with a guy who thinks fart jokes are hilarious. You just want it to end, and don't really much feel like talking about it later. So, how did it end? I don't fucking care, and it doesn't even matter. I'm just glad it's over.<br />
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So there you go. Don't watch this. Do anything else on Earth.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913249129049207859noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234930837130328147.post-76896882803847430902014-09-23T08:16:00.000-05:002014-10-10T01:56:39.710-05:00I Play Sims 2 (part1)I started playing Sims 2 again recently - wait, I mean obsessively - because I'm on a borrowed laptop that wouldn't cheerfully run Sims 3 and would definitely be ticked off if I tried to run Sims 4 on it. I kind of needed something to <i>do</i> with my depressed self, other than sitting on my bed waiting for Autumn to fully hit, or for someone to take their Words With Friends turn.<br />
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When I was writing stories with Sims 3, I used a lot of cheats, so I could concentrate on trying to capture something worth talking about. This time, other than an initial money cheat to get my family started, I haven't used any - which is fulfilling in the same type of way that experiencing ducks trying to peck you to death is good at passing the time. <br />
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I did have a moment of panic when I couldn't figure out where in the fuck the pictures saved to. Once I found them, I had several moments of agitation when I realized they do not save in the order you take them. But I am nothing if not completely unwilling to give up on something irritating and pointless, so here we are. Let's see where it goes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meet Geneva Becker. Like me, she enjoys sandwiches.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She's also slightly crackers - another thing we have in common.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unlike me, she searches for men right outside her front door. I just get on the internet for that shit.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As it turns out, this fella is some sort of boobie-grabbing sourpuss ...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">... which is why she didn't share any of her sandwiches with him. You just stay on that couch, jerky.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geneva appears to be using the sign for "cup" - I suspect because it's quicker than finger spelling "vodka".</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGS5s6TNcoskpB0mYNLSlxUd2Xqd8Y9uHloCwv9vii0Xf1ahuX82BaNMHy-pZwksonHnp_MCXtvjaoc9YW7sm8BgKTaDJhMbKaSjdGJH1HbJjAb9FWXCeoDD6RXnZFXO6hLP6ea2dRoU/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_a1213465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGS5s6TNcoskpB0mYNLSlxUd2Xqd8Y9uHloCwv9vii0Xf1ahuX82BaNMHy-pZwksonHnp_MCXtvjaoc9YW7sm8BgKTaDJhMbKaSjdGJH1HbJjAb9FWXCeoDD6RXnZFXO6hLP6ea2dRoU/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_a1213465.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was going to be my next suggestion, heading to a night club where the decor is <br />
seizure-inducing and ... all the models in the paintings have apple heads.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All that's left to do now is have an exciting bowl of chili while the other patrons try out <br />
some experimental handshakes ... and wait for the right man to show up.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8NmxbKD8qRZNI5VuFNPqjHlpcwpRQk6odr2js4g7QM_dugh8u8e-tLGKOb1458dKITRZb6ck8xRHBCge5Pnwb8BOK_qc7LsnxeGHVFLe8IcawfjFwQeuFerdma4YdP7GRFkKXAKnKRQI/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_4121372d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8NmxbKD8qRZNI5VuFNPqjHlpcwpRQk6odr2js4g7QM_dugh8u8e-tLGKOb1458dKITRZb6ck8xRHBCge5Pnwb8BOK_qc7LsnxeGHVFLe8IcawfjFwQeuFerdma4YdP7GRFkKXAKnKRQI/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_4121372d.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've spotted him! Get your ass outside, Geneva, this is your guy. <br />
I betcha his name is Venkat Custer. He looks like a Venkat Custer if I ever saw one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's time to hear what this gentleman has to say about butter.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbbDRZ76Oa_2TLXc4CYZMORMiiXGVPdPjBdi7PZDLxWE69u84u-vXEdn9wIWIMbCbhe8FrprG0Vt_bU6RIrrJreWOp1Hde_akwUl04uQcgrJ9SF6UNX60m6-FIOQeZzHAXm5up3CJg-Y/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_c1214c3e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbbDRZ76Oa_2TLXc4CYZMORMiiXGVPdPjBdi7PZDLxWE69u84u-vXEdn9wIWIMbCbhe8FrprG0Vt_bU6RIrrJreWOp1Hde_akwUl04uQcgrJ9SF6UNX60m6-FIOQeZzHAXm5up3CJg-Y/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_c1214c3e.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Those must have been some compelling opinions. He probably even threw in some <br />
ideas about bagels, since she's trying to break him with her love.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinlrnmSjjfoQz52_zVSH6WjFH_8sdE7rwY9hopsM7LKTfDns9wSVoqY64vXGkq28-xAIi8Hhi_n9QaMR0oIeTxqwJRxdiZdUy-tW64JC6mvnBMVAxXcHl9qTaW4FD81lZVbpQmDNLZalQ/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_4121ef27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinlrnmSjjfoQz52_zVSH6WjFH_8sdE7rwY9hopsM7LKTfDns9wSVoqY64vXGkq28-xAIi8Hhi_n9QaMR0oIeTxqwJRxdiZdUy-tW64JC6mvnBMVAxXcHl9qTaW4FD81lZVbpQmDNLZalQ/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_4121ef27.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I almost can't stand to watch, either.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbK7vuS4D6p2_0R5ARCWXWHPKZKYuPkmqeKyK3ipWyqNvDURz4LjR1_29kkuVU_mK77RFFlWhgtiK4p6SVVR9j3rHd41qYPQIydpb_0B7O7BdhZPkFAah_qf9cIQ3UVwH4CEcPP4oRt_Y/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_81220ace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbK7vuS4D6p2_0R5ARCWXWHPKZKYuPkmqeKyK3ipWyqNvDURz4LjR1_29kkuVU_mK77RFFlWhgtiK4p6SVVR9j3rHd41qYPQIydpb_0B7O7BdhZPkFAah_qf9cIQ3UVwH4CEcPP4oRt_Y/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_81220ace.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh awesome, this tree is on fire.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSEGK05b50wuMsKMpWnTznM3UkkcWH1KaUfkk5KvxF-BgFDg6hJ2IQiqKw-Bu0HefVK_QY79b_b32ieT1XZLM9qhu-hadEyARE75GKRhQnHmM7qbyHfly326JBQ51uggk9uBJPOn5-g0/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_6122107e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSEGK05b50wuMsKMpWnTznM3UkkcWH1KaUfkk5KvxF-BgFDg6hJ2IQiqKw-Bu0HefVK_QY79b_b32ieT1XZLM9qhu-hadEyARE75GKRhQnHmM7qbyHfly326JBQ51uggk9uBJPOn5-g0/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_6122107e.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that tree is on fire.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5ANdcv15B4kM3dysQbB-ZBz1r1DNbacs_b8ytIynYNRIy9jXFpLQVMgszIDWdqv_jlEWWO9sAtTwXpsAWq2JV5bv1vLKoQGbikvnaItds8wZ1p1bqmekVnAQB5ALDAjgkpnEd_A3zBY/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_c1221ebd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5ANdcv15B4kM3dysQbB-ZBz1r1DNbacs_b8ytIynYNRIy9jXFpLQVMgszIDWdqv_jlEWWO9sAtTwXpsAWq2JV5bv1vLKoQGbikvnaItds8wZ1p1bqmekVnAQB5ALDAjgkpnEd_A3zBY/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_c1221ebd.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kitchen's on fire, too - and a chef came to visit for some arcane reason.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPij_SgZNw4XMCxerf4fAkiGgOVbtX31RMoDAhW7bjI-uKPOt9VZZv4q8JbMpk9uhgNA8_mLMOmH3lwJsCelO6rGISQWKxpOe78X9MecctzaH_uQaoXcFPTa9CkpSzYFz3eUOo-qj14yI/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_a1227624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPij_SgZNw4XMCxerf4fAkiGgOVbtX31RMoDAhW7bjI-uKPOt9VZZv4q8JbMpk9uhgNA8_mLMOmH3lwJsCelO6rGISQWKxpOe78X9MecctzaH_uQaoXcFPTa9CkpSzYFz3eUOo-qj14yI/s1600/snapshot_a12119f5_a1227624.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They need to rename this game "Sims 2 - Everything's On Fire And So Are You".</td></tr>
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