Well, I love my friend Casey, let's just make that patently clear. She's managed to get in touch with a core of the coolest people out of my law school class and is proposing a get-together in Vegas, baby.
My theory is that I'll post the link to this blog so that the old crew can see pics of my rugrats. The down side of that is that they'll see what a total geek I've morphed into . . . then again, that'd be hard to hide in any event. I never was exactly "mainstream" anyway. Now I run around with Stormtroopers in my off time. In any case, scroll back and quite a few pics will pop up. (In reference to the scary pic, no, my hair isn't black now, and no, I don't generally look that scary. )
I've been extremely pleased to hear (through Casey, naturally) about all the wonderful professional and personal acheivements of all these people. I lucked out in a big way, getting to go to Pepperdine and know them. If I had been anywhere else, the combination of my dad dying of cancer and my getting married and pregnant (all within 2L/3L) would have been enough to knock me out of school completely. I was lucky enough to have Casey and Ms. Wolf and the rest of the crew, along with Shelley Saxer and Steve Potts and Bryan Liang and the world-famous Dean Richardson Lynn . . . so here I am, wife, mother, attorney, and living a life better than I could possibly have pictured at the time. I get to play dress up, for God's sake, in addition to being a Brownie leader and sometime Cheerleading coach.
Life rocks.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Something high on the cool scale.
For those of you who don't live in Phoenix, we're in the process of building our first light rail system. At one point it will pass over Tempe Town Lake. How's this for a concept?
Friday, August 25, 2006
In general.
I'm sitting here, eating ice cream and pondering the happenings of the last several weeks. I'm not really sure what's noteworthy and what's not . . . regardless, I'll likely just wander wherever my concious thought leads me.
I'm worried about my baby brother.
I was finally made a full member of the 501st. It was all very strange . . . after carving out such a distinct personality in the Garrison that is so wrapped around Mara Jade, the first costume that was accepted by the Legion was . . . my Isard. That in and of itself was kind of a fluke as well. I originally submitted my application at CIII at the end of April, '05. It's kind of been in limbo since then. It got to the head membership officer of the whole 501st, and he had concerns about my belt--which, admittedly, isn't precisely canon. It's not grossly off, it's just got some problems. SL0704 pleaded my case to the higher-up and he didn't move from his original position, which was that I'd have to wait if I wanted to get in as Mara Jade.
I was upset. 0704 was puzzled. 13, however, was furious. He whipped off an email to the Legion officer that was scathing at best. Did that make me adore him more than I already did? Yes. It probably shouldn't have, but the fact remains . . . girls like me are seen to be very independent, completely capable of handling themselves and their affairs, and perhaps a little bit intimidating. The fact that it would even occur to anyone to defend me is so wonderfully chivalrous and old-school that it never fails to charm me. The psychology of that is probably brutally obvious and cliche, but it makes no difference.
Anyway, I ended up trading some emails with the Legion guy, and he kept insisting that the belt needed to be better. In the process, though, kind of on a lark, I sent him pictures of me in my Isard from Comic-Con. His response was to immediately pass me as Isard and leave my MJ costume "pending". I was okay with all of that--I know what it's like to be given a set of rules to enforce and getting a lot of grief over how you choose to enforce them. Then, in a lovely surprise, I looked on the Legion board and saw that he went ahead and listed me as a Sith Lord anyway . . . no, it didn't matter, really. I know my costume will be up to snuff ASAP and it'll be fabulous.
But did it make me happy in my heart of hearts? Yes. I love Mara Jade, and I love that I'm listed in the 501st rolls as a Sith Lord in addition to being an Imperial Officer.
And I love that I have friends who have my back.
I'm worried about my baby brother.
I was finally made a full member of the 501st. It was all very strange . . . after carving out such a distinct personality in the Garrison that is so wrapped around Mara Jade, the first costume that was accepted by the Legion was . . . my Isard. That in and of itself was kind of a fluke as well. I originally submitted my application at CIII at the end of April, '05. It's kind of been in limbo since then. It got to the head membership officer of the whole 501st, and he had concerns about my belt--which, admittedly, isn't precisely canon. It's not grossly off, it's just got some problems. SL0704 pleaded my case to the higher-up and he didn't move from his original position, which was that I'd have to wait if I wanted to get in as Mara Jade.
I was upset. 0704 was puzzled. 13, however, was furious. He whipped off an email to the Legion officer that was scathing at best. Did that make me adore him more than I already did? Yes. It probably shouldn't have, but the fact remains . . . girls like me are seen to be very independent, completely capable of handling themselves and their affairs, and perhaps a little bit intimidating. The fact that it would even occur to anyone to defend me is so wonderfully chivalrous and old-school that it never fails to charm me. The psychology of that is probably brutally obvious and cliche, but it makes no difference.
Anyway, I ended up trading some emails with the Legion guy, and he kept insisting that the belt needed to be better. In the process, though, kind of on a lark, I sent him pictures of me in my Isard from Comic-Con. His response was to immediately pass me as Isard and leave my MJ costume "pending". I was okay with all of that--I know what it's like to be given a set of rules to enforce and getting a lot of grief over how you choose to enforce them. Then, in a lovely surprise, I looked on the Legion board and saw that he went ahead and listed me as a Sith Lord anyway . . . no, it didn't matter, really. I know my costume will be up to snuff ASAP and it'll be fabulous.
But did it make me happy in my heart of hearts? Yes. I love Mara Jade, and I love that I'm listed in the 501st rolls as a Sith Lord in addition to being an Imperial Officer.
And I love that I have friends who have my back.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
Holy crap!
Had two experiences at Comic-Con that will stand apart as I look back.
One, on Friday afternoon, we (2035, Pirate Chickie, and Spouse) went to a panel featuring the three authors that will be doing the Legacy series of books coming up in the Star Wars universe. One is Karen Traviss, whom 2035 had been in touch with through her LiveJournal page. Another was Aaron Allston, who wrote the X-Wing series of books several years ago that prominently featured Ysanne Isard, whom I was dressed to resemble that day. I went up afterward to shake his hand and thank him for his work, and ask him (as someone who had written about her) what he felt was the correct pronunciation of her name. "Yi-sann-ay Ee-sard," he said, "but you should ask Mike, since he created her." Meaning Michael Stackpole, I'm assuming. Freaking cool. But then the really staggering thing happens.
I turn to walk away and he says, "By the way, great costume. Excellent attention to detail. Very well done."
HOW FREAKING COOL IS THAT? AARON FREAKING ALLSTON WHO WROTE ABOUT HER THINKS MY COSTUME IS COOL.
Unreal.
Then it gets better.
Because 2035 has befriended Karen Traviss (as I swear only he could), we go with a couple of other people after the panel and have drinks with her in the bar at her hotel. WITH KAREN FREAKING TRAVISS. And we proceed to have a great time talking with her and hanging out, and we tell her that as she's creating this Mandalorian universe, we're designing our Mandalorian clan, with females, males, children, the whole deal. We talk about the culture and the armor and the people and what similarities they would have with ancient Celts and Picts, what keepsakes and badges of honor and embellishments they would have on their armor, things like that. Then a stunning thing happens . . . she says a number of times, "That's brilliant," and gets out a pen and starts to write down what we're saying. Well, it was more what 2035 and Pirate Chickie were saying, but holy crap! We're talking about Mandalorian culture and SHE is taking notes from US?
As I had told her about my profession (and we had bonded about working in the public sector, and dealing with bureaucrats and politicians and such), when we were talking about individual weaponry, she said to me, "You should have a vibroblade," and then gestures out of where a gauntlet would be, like it would come out from there somehow. "I mean, you need it for your work, don't you?" God, I laughed.
So apparently I need a vibroblade. As the Republic Commando/Mandalore goddess decrees, so shall it be.
She made a bit of a comment later about how if Spouse and I were involved in the management of the municipality, it should run like it's on rails. If only it were that simple. Heh.
She also came out with us later, after we stopped by the 501st dinner (at which they wanted us to pay full price even though dinner was over, so we left). We fled, she fled with us, and we sat and had beers at a Rock Bottom brewery around the corner. I can't believe she even came out, wrecked as she was. It was so great. She is incredibly nice and approachable and interested in all of us, clearly not just there for us to gush and fawn over her (which we likely would have, given the opportunity).
On a side note, I had a sweet little 19-ish-year-old at the front desk of the hotel who was shyly flirting with me every time I had occasion to wander past him when he was working. Clearly he was just impressed that a comic geek actually had BOOBS, but it's that kind of thing that makes me feel not quite so old after all.
One, on Friday afternoon, we (2035, Pirate Chickie, and Spouse) went to a panel featuring the three authors that will be doing the Legacy series of books coming up in the Star Wars universe. One is Karen Traviss, whom 2035 had been in touch with through her LiveJournal page. Another was Aaron Allston, who wrote the X-Wing series of books several years ago that prominently featured Ysanne Isard, whom I was dressed to resemble that day. I went up afterward to shake his hand and thank him for his work, and ask him (as someone who had written about her) what he felt was the correct pronunciation of her name. "Yi-sann-ay Ee-sard," he said, "but you should ask Mike, since he created her." Meaning Michael Stackpole, I'm assuming. Freaking cool. But then the really staggering thing happens.
I turn to walk away and he says, "By the way, great costume. Excellent attention to detail. Very well done."
HOW FREAKING COOL IS THAT? AARON FREAKING ALLSTON WHO WROTE ABOUT HER THINKS MY COSTUME IS COOL.
Unreal.
Then it gets better.
Because 2035 has befriended Karen Traviss (as I swear only he could), we go with a couple of other people after the panel and have drinks with her in the bar at her hotel. WITH KAREN FREAKING TRAVISS. And we proceed to have a great time talking with her and hanging out, and we tell her that as she's creating this Mandalorian universe, we're designing our Mandalorian clan, with females, males, children, the whole deal. We talk about the culture and the armor and the people and what similarities they would have with ancient Celts and Picts, what keepsakes and badges of honor and embellishments they would have on their armor, things like that. Then a stunning thing happens . . . she says a number of times, "That's brilliant," and gets out a pen and starts to write down what we're saying. Well, it was more what 2035 and Pirate Chickie were saying, but holy crap! We're talking about Mandalorian culture and SHE is taking notes from US?
As I had told her about my profession (and we had bonded about working in the public sector, and dealing with bureaucrats and politicians and such), when we were talking about individual weaponry, she said to me, "You should have a vibroblade," and then gestures out of where a gauntlet would be, like it would come out from there somehow. "I mean, you need it for your work, don't you?" God, I laughed.
So apparently I need a vibroblade. As the Republic Commando/Mandalore goddess decrees, so shall it be.
She made a bit of a comment later about how if Spouse and I were involved in the management of the municipality, it should run like it's on rails. If only it were that simple. Heh.
She also came out with us later, after we stopped by the 501st dinner (at which they wanted us to pay full price even though dinner was over, so we left). We fled, she fled with us, and we sat and had beers at a Rock Bottom brewery around the corner. I can't believe she even came out, wrecked as she was. It was so great. She is incredibly nice and approachable and interested in all of us, clearly not just there for us to gush and fawn over her (which we likely would have, given the opportunity).
On a side note, I had a sweet little 19-ish-year-old at the front desk of the hotel who was shyly flirting with me every time I had occasion to wander past him when he was working. Clearly he was just impressed that a comic geek actually had BOOBS, but it's that kind of thing that makes me feel not quite so old after all.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
For any of you who don't know . . .
I have succumbed to the MySpace phenomenon. Yes, it's something that mostly teenagers do. It's funny, though, because I'm "meeting" new Star Wars geeks from far and wide.
That's entertaining.
Here's the link.
And we're off to Comic-Con in San Diego this weekend, to commune with thousands of other geeks of all shapes and sizes. It's the first roadie that I've done with my DSG compadres, and it should be . . .
Well, I have no idea how it will be. But there will be a lot of alcohol (mostly for other people) and other craziness. Maybe I'll be able to describe it better when I get back.
That's entertaining.
Here's the link.
And we're off to Comic-Con in San Diego this weekend, to commune with thousands of other geeks of all shapes and sizes. It's the first roadie that I've done with my DSG compadres, and it should be . . .
Well, I have no idea how it will be. But there will be a lot of alcohol (mostly for other people) and other craziness. Maybe I'll be able to describe it better when I get back.
Monday, July 10, 2006
All about the Isard.
Sewing Goddess has started posting her progress with the Isard gear. She rocks, absolutely and completely. It's totally different, having clothing made especially for me. Amazing, actually. I have some weird bodily proportions that make it hard to fit in store-bought clothes sometimes . . . as Sewing Goddess is finding out, when she fits some parts of my body to one size and other parts to a totally different size. She's brilliant, though, so it'll work out splendidly.
She found out that I love Colonial American gowns as well and said that maybe at some point she would do an Elizabeth Swann gown for me. Too freaking cool.
Right now I have to figure out for the Isard gear a series of things:
1. If I can get the wig to look right.
2. How I can do the white streaks in front without them looking ridiculous.
3. How much makeup I'm going to have to deal with so that I don't look pasty in the black hair.
She found out that I love Colonial American gowns as well and said that maybe at some point she would do an Elizabeth Swann gown for me. Too freaking cool.
Right now I have to figure out for the Isard gear a series of things:
1. If I can get the wig to look right.
2. How I can do the white streaks in front without them looking ridiculous.
3. How much makeup I'm going to have to deal with so that I don't look pasty in the black hair.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Mud bogging with the Sithlets
Of course, one of my coworkers, thinking that I would be restrained by decorum, said he didn't think I would slide headfirst down the mud hill into the pit.
After doing exactly that, I reminded him, "Don't mess with me, man. I'm Sith."
In retrospect, I think it was an excuse for him to hit me repeatedly with the fire hose.
Friday, July 07, 2006
TD-0000.5 and his self-haircut.
Before, doing his "Dark Anakin" face.
The best part of the damage.
High and tight, just like Uncle Dent.
Monday, July 03, 2006
"You're much nicer on the Internet."
There are some great truths in life . . . I don't think that's one of them.
This picture just rolls me.
Classic.
This picture just rolls me.
Classic.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Entertaining myself.
Since it's 11 more minutes until 13 makes his big announcement regarding . . . something . . . I figure I can burn at least that amount of time on here. And if his post isn't ready by midnight, I can razz him about it. Woo hoo, more ammunition. :)
Totally fun costuming extravaganza at the homestead today. I love any excuse for having all the goofballs over to my place, and we actually managed to get a fair amount of work done. Sewing Goddess and Pirate Chickie worked tirelessly, and it was very amusing, seeing two sewing machines going on my dining room table. We also had a mini-meeting of the DSG, mostly because 13 doesn't pay attention to the information I email to him. We'll go over it all again next week, I'm sure, but 2035 won't be there, so it's probably good we discussed some stuff to an extent while he was there.
Next week we'll have to get out the water toys and let the kids run amok in the back yard. Both of my brothers will be here, which will be excellent, and I think we may get my mom over to meet some of the DSGers as well. Very cool. And Bailey Boxer gets to stay for a while! Yay us.
Four minutes.
I think the Isard/Imperial Officer uniform is going to ROCK. Sewing Goddess and Pirate Chickie are cutting it so that it's very figure-flattering on me, so I'll look great while I'm scaring the hell out of people. Doesn't get much better than that. Spouse wanted to know if I was going to try to dye my hair, and I think I'll just get a wig and get it precisely colored with the silver streaks in the front, so I don't have to dork around with it every time with my own hair. Dark brown or black temporary dye is also a huge mess, and unpredictable in terms of what comes out and what doesn't, so I'll just get the EBay wig girl that I used for the Anna Valerious, because that wig kicked ass. I'm sure she'll be able to hook me up again.
Less than a minute--we'll see if he gets it posted. ;)
Totally fun costuming extravaganza at the homestead today. I love any excuse for having all the goofballs over to my place, and we actually managed to get a fair amount of work done. Sewing Goddess and Pirate Chickie worked tirelessly, and it was very amusing, seeing two sewing machines going on my dining room table. We also had a mini-meeting of the DSG, mostly because 13 doesn't pay attention to the information I email to him. We'll go over it all again next week, I'm sure, but 2035 won't be there, so it's probably good we discussed some stuff to an extent while he was there.
Next week we'll have to get out the water toys and let the kids run amok in the back yard. Both of my brothers will be here, which will be excellent, and I think we may get my mom over to meet some of the DSGers as well. Very cool. And Bailey Boxer gets to stay for a while! Yay us.
Four minutes.
I think the Isard/Imperial Officer uniform is going to ROCK. Sewing Goddess and Pirate Chickie are cutting it so that it's very figure-flattering on me, so I'll look great while I'm scaring the hell out of people. Doesn't get much better than that. Spouse wanted to know if I was going to try to dye my hair, and I think I'll just get a wig and get it precisely colored with the silver streaks in the front, so I don't have to dork around with it every time with my own hair. Dark brown or black temporary dye is also a huge mess, and unpredictable in terms of what comes out and what doesn't, so I'll just get the EBay wig girl that I used for the Anna Valerious, because that wig kicked ass. I'm sure she'll be able to hook me up again.
Less than a minute--we'll see if he gets it posted. ;)
Friday, June 09, 2006
Amusing quotes from the Freeway Party.
. . . which I trooped in 4242's clean gear.
Kid: "Is that a real gun? Does that gun really shoot? Can it? I bet you can't shoot it. You can't shoot that gun. Hey, you know what? My dad has a gun. My other dad, he has a BAZOOKA."
Me: "Oh, yeah? You know what my boss has? A Death Star."
Kid: "Oh. Right."
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Little girl, who'd just seen me tilt my helmet up to scratch my nose: "Somehow I knew you were too cool to be a boy."
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My Girl Scout Leader Buddy, who walked up with her family: "We saw you guys in the distance and I told the girls, 'There's Miss Jen!' We couldn't see your face, but we knew it had to be you."
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Police officer on a motorcycle, over his PA system, clearing the way for the 5K runners: "Uhh, Boba Fett, Stormtroopers . . . pull off to the right please. Troopers, to the right, please."
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Wee Man: "Dat Trooper my mommy. She's cool."
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Wee Man: "Me like Fett. Fett me friend. And Dent. And Bill. And Wance."
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Me, to Sewing Goddess, in a dust storm, pushing a two-seater stroller full of babies: "Not too many times when it's actually an advantage to be wearing one of these f'ing buckets."
SG: (wiping dust and the start of rain out of her eyes) "I guess."
{later, as I hear the rain start coming down on top of my helmet}
Me: "Raindrops are falling on my dome. That's it--we're going to Wal-Mart."
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Our friend Kim, witnessing the costuming phenomenon firsthand: "Wow, people must say all kinds of f'ed up stuff to you guys."
Me: "Heh. You have no idea."
Kid: "Is that a real gun? Does that gun really shoot? Can it? I bet you can't shoot it. You can't shoot that gun. Hey, you know what? My dad has a gun. My other dad, he has a BAZOOKA."
Me: "Oh, yeah? You know what my boss has? A Death Star."
Kid: "Oh. Right."
__________________________________________________________
Little girl, who'd just seen me tilt my helmet up to scratch my nose: "Somehow I knew you were too cool to be a boy."
__________________________________________________________
My Girl Scout Leader Buddy, who walked up with her family: "We saw you guys in the distance and I told the girls, 'There's Miss Jen!' We couldn't see your face, but we knew it had to be you."
__________________________________________________________
Police officer on a motorcycle, over his PA system, clearing the way for the 5K runners: "Uhh, Boba Fett, Stormtroopers . . . pull off to the right please. Troopers, to the right, please."
__________________________________________________________
Wee Man: "Dat Trooper my mommy. She's cool."
__________________________________________________________
Wee Man: "Me like Fett. Fett me friend. And Dent. And Bill. And Wance."
__________________________________________________________
Me, to Sewing Goddess, in a dust storm, pushing a two-seater stroller full of babies: "Not too many times when it's actually an advantage to be wearing one of these f'ing buckets."
SG: (wiping dust and the start of rain out of her eyes) "I guess."
{later, as I hear the rain start coming down on top of my helmet}
Me: "Raindrops are falling on my dome. That's it--we're going to Wal-Mart."
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Our friend Kim, witnessing the costuming phenomenon firsthand: "Wow, people must say all kinds of f'ed up stuff to you guys."
Me: "Heh. You have no idea."
Monday, June 05, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Moving into being Mandalorian
So I'm happy to report that The Dark One is now seriously considering joining the pack of Mandalorian Chicks that we're putting together. GQ Sith hadn't heard that I'd asked her (and she turned me down), but he was very enthusiastic about seeing her in armor.
Very enthusiastic.
Who knew that seeing his chick as an asskicking Mandalorian would be a turn-on? When I told him about 2035's vision of the group of us marching in and simultaneously taking our helmets off, he said, "My God, you'll be the talk of the convention. I thought it was bad being there as Vader, you guys won't be able to move without a thousand flashbulbs going off."
Heh. GQ Sith's a nice guy.
So now it's just a matter of getting a vision of how the stuff is going to come together, where we need to go to get us there. I've been putting around looking for the 2-piece Jango helmet that Monkey Head told us to get, and most places seem to have them "on order". Like I'm going to give up that easily. ::eyeroll::
I submitted another picture for 13's website, and one of Spouse. Spouse's hasn't appeared up there yet, for reasons which elude me. I mean, why wouldn't 13 want a man's hairy buttcheeks on his site alongside the pics of my cans and my ass? Heh. And my freckle, of course. Forgot all about that thing. I mean, what occasion do I ever have to see it, after all? GQ Sith was calling me "Freckle" all night, punk ass that he is.
Having The Dark One doing the Mandalorian battle chicks with us will be SO freaking cool. I'm totally excited. Part of me wants to do a Bastila Shan costume to go with her Visas Marr as well, but my list of stuff just keeps getting longer and longer . . . I love the KOTOR games, though. Might be fun just on a personal level to do Bastila.
I NEED TO DO MY FREAKING LIGHTSABERS. Crap.
I also need to see about having 13 or 2035 help me upgrade my belt/holster/shoulder holster combo for Mara. Mine's okay, but it could be worlds better. When I talked to 2035 about it, he told me some story about making a costume piece for some model chick and having to kneel down in front of her and measure while she's standing there in her underwear. I wonder what that says about the requirements for those guys to do leatherwork for me? ;)
I think that, for the greater good, I will be honor-bound to post the "Show The Love" picture that Spouse did for 13, if 13 fails to post it on his own site. When I described it to Frankentrooper, he said he'd probably have an aneurism laughing when he actually saw it.
Now that's funny right there, I don't care who you are. :)
Very enthusiastic.
Who knew that seeing his chick as an asskicking Mandalorian would be a turn-on? When I told him about 2035's vision of the group of us marching in and simultaneously taking our helmets off, he said, "My God, you'll be the talk of the convention. I thought it was bad being there as Vader, you guys won't be able to move without a thousand flashbulbs going off."
Heh. GQ Sith's a nice guy.
So now it's just a matter of getting a vision of how the stuff is going to come together, where we need to go to get us there. I've been putting around looking for the 2-piece Jango helmet that Monkey Head told us to get, and most places seem to have them "on order". Like I'm going to give up that easily. ::eyeroll::
I submitted another picture for 13's website, and one of Spouse. Spouse's hasn't appeared up there yet, for reasons which elude me. I mean, why wouldn't 13 want a man's hairy buttcheeks on his site alongside the pics of my cans and my ass? Heh. And my freckle, of course. Forgot all about that thing. I mean, what occasion do I ever have to see it, after all? GQ Sith was calling me "Freckle" all night, punk ass that he is.
Having The Dark One doing the Mandalorian battle chicks with us will be SO freaking cool. I'm totally excited. Part of me wants to do a Bastila Shan costume to go with her Visas Marr as well, but my list of stuff just keeps getting longer and longer . . . I love the KOTOR games, though. Might be fun just on a personal level to do Bastila.
I NEED TO DO MY FREAKING LIGHTSABERS. Crap.
I also need to see about having 13 or 2035 help me upgrade my belt/holster/shoulder holster combo for Mara. Mine's okay, but it could be worlds better. When I talked to 2035 about it, he told me some story about making a costume piece for some model chick and having to kneel down in front of her and measure while she's standing there in her underwear. I wonder what that says about the requirements for those guys to do leatherwork for me? ;)
I think that, for the greater good, I will be honor-bound to post the "Show The Love" picture that Spouse did for 13, if 13 fails to post it on his own site. When I described it to Frankentrooper, he said he'd probably have an aneurism laughing when he actually saw it.
Now that's funny right there, I don't care who you are. :)
Friday, June 02, 2006
Resisting the Dark Side.
With any amount of power comes responsibility.
With any amount of power exists temptation.
Discipline. Troopers must have discipline.
I swear to God, if Force Lightning really existed, entire buildings would be in ruins today.
CONTROL YOUR TEMPER, RED. WHETHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT.
With any amount of power exists temptation.
Discipline. Troopers must have discipline.
I swear to God, if Force Lightning really existed, entire buildings would be in ruins today.
CONTROL YOUR TEMPER, RED. WHETHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Challenge for the day.
Number one, things have changed at work. Whereas the "nice ladies" who are only barely functional at their jobs were previously regarded by my office as harmless morons, they have now been classified as dangerously incompetent and somewhat mean. This leaves them in immediate danger of me kicking their teeth down their throats. So challenge one has been maintaining my composure in the face of all this.
Number two, much more pleasantly, I've directed Spouse to decide what new costume he wants for C-IV. I told him to putt around last night online and look at pictures, that kind of thing, and he did. For three hours, apparently, he did this and is dragging ass all day today because he was up past his bedtime.
Does he have anything conclusive? Nyet.
I think he's leaning toward Rebel Pilot.
Ahh, my poor, maligned Light Sider. Luckily, there's enough Dark Side in me for both of us.
Number two, much more pleasantly, I've directed Spouse to decide what new costume he wants for C-IV. I told him to putt around last night online and look at pictures, that kind of thing, and he did. For three hours, apparently, he did this and is dragging ass all day today because he was up past his bedtime.
Does he have anything conclusive? Nyet.
I think he's leaning toward Rebel Pilot.
Ahh, my poor, maligned Light Sider. Luckily, there's enough Dark Side in me for both of us.
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