jamesq | Miscellaneous Wheeee

Two Smirnoff ices in short order equals me feeling loopy and happy. I should have done this on Saturday night, but it was my turn to drive.

Looking at the election results I've seen some strange things.

sagaciouslu is doing better in Rural Alberta as a green then

evilscientist and his wife are doing in urban Cowtown as New Democrats.

There seems to be a ~~Retard party~~ Separation Party of Alberta and, surprise surprise, it's in Rocky Mountain House (ground zero for all that is red-neck in Alberta).

The PCs appear to be winning with their usual landslide. We'll see what tomorrow brings as tonight's counts are still very tentative.

I've been making completely stupid D&D characters. One is a Dwarven bard (I blame

zapgun4hire for proving to me that Dwarves can be interesting characters. Actually he did about 50% of the work and Fiddler on the Roof did the other 50%. If you're thinking "what the hell does Fiddler on the Roof have to do with Fantasy Dwarves", go and watch the movie again.). Other possible characters include a gnomish monk, a human paladin and a hexblade (if the GM will allow that). I've been told that I have to make four (and keep one, the rest will become villains) and that I only get 55 attribute points. 55 attribute points pretty much means the PCs roll up to the dungeon on the short bus.

I'm about this close to giving up on barbers and simply getting a hair trimmer and doing it myself. Mostly this is because I've decided I look good with hair that's short short. Anything else and I either look like Bozo the clown or Mr. Dudley. I have a coworker that looks like Mr. Dudley. Foot-long comb-overs are not pretty.

Rickard's White goes down real easy when you're well on the way to being plastered. That's three drinks in the last hour or so. The question is not "will he sleep well tonight" its "will he wake up tomorrow with a pounding hangover".

I completely blew Weight Watchers last week, and possibly this week as well. I blame the banes of my WW existence: SCA feasts and parties, both of which completely throw me off the wagon.

Of course, if I could get back on the wagon after the feast/party, I'd probably do fine, but here it is, Monday (the party was Saturday) and I'm boozing it up, plowing through snacks and otherwise being a dumbass food-wise. I really need to get back to what I know works.

Fuck it. I'll do better tomorrow.

In other news, I've set a work goal for myself - finish stage one of the current project by Thursday night and go to Vancouver for the weekend. For those of you who thought a vancouver trip was a done deal for this weekend, it kind of got clobbered.

thebrucie bailed on me, so that put it in jeopardy. I also have a looming deadline. If you don't see me online much over the next few days, that's why. I'll be burning the midnight oil to get this project squared away.

Dammit. I want to go traveling. I want to go to an SCA event (next one for me isn't until May). I want to go to Cuba. I want to do something other then what I'm doing all the time now. In the short term I'll settle for Vancouver, or even Banff if I'm a complete loser.

Well I just leaned back to finish my beer and dumped a bunch of it down my neck. I'm losing motor control (but strangely not the ability to type, possibly because I'm not thinking about it), which is a clear sign it's time to go to bed.

That reminds me that a partner would be really great right now. The bad news is that for me to lose enough inhibitions to proposition someone takes exactly the right amount of booze so that I can't actually do anything with them other then fall asleep against there cleavage and start snoring. Damn.

I have a kleenex dispenser shaped like an Easter Island statue. I've finally figured out that the secret to pulling a tissue out of its nose is to go slowly. Why did it take so long to figure that out?

And hey, what's up with pick-up lines anyway? They don't seem to serve any useful purpose. Basically, they don't work unless the person is already interested in you. You could say damn near anything and the target will go to bed with you. If they're not interested in you, then no pick-up line can possibly work. At best, it does you no good. At worst, you might inadvertently offend someone who was going to sleep with you anyway.

Why can't we live in a society where someone could say "I'd really like to take you home", and have it interpreted correctly and acted on or unambiguously turned down. Corollary to that would be people willing to take a "no" philosophically rather then personally. Or maybe we do live in that world and I'm just completely unobservant. However, I don't think so.

Well I'm now officially drunk. Still wide awake though. I can't walk, but I can type. I could probably wax philosophic about many many things right now, but I'm finding it hard to concentrate enough for whole sentences, much less paragraphs.

I do like the fact that I'm still a pretty cheap drunk. I don't like the fact that I waited so long to get into fun things. My recent therapy was probably a prerequisite to being able to enjoy myself without turning into an ass. And hey, apparently I can flirt without being a creep, so chalk one up for me.

I'll leave you with a story that I found kind of ironic and funny.

I was at Tavern on Thursday, when Madame X came up to me to congratulate me on getting my Goutte. She told me it was well deserved. I, being my usual self-deprecating self said "Yeah, I just wish they'd tell me what I've been doing to deserve it".

She stops for a moment and then tries to tell me what I've been doing (not realizing that I was just poking a little fun at myself). "Um. Well, I'm sure you do lots. I keep hearing your name all the time, but I'm not sure what it is that you do".

So in trying to unnecessarily reassure me, she manages to completely demolish me. Whoops. Oh well, it brings a smile to my face now.

Now 'm chatting with someone online who's about as stoned as I am drunk. The "whee" factor is getting higher. Time to go to bed for real before I start outlining all kinds of filthy things to the lady in question.

Good night folks. I hope you found my drunken blathering entertaining.