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Complete and Utter Fluff.

To be fair, it often is.

 

To dye, or not to dye. That is the question.
Whether ‘tis nobler in my age to suffer
The slings and arrows of OUTRAGEOUS gray hair,
Or to take pigments against a sea of silvering,
And by painting cover them? To dye, to shade;
No more; and by a shade to say we end
The heart-ache of the thousand natural colors
That hair is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d.

Don’t mind me. I’m just contemplating coloring my hairs again.

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This is the color it turns when I dye it black. Because my hair is freaking AWESOME, that’s why.

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I’mma Let You Write Something, But Tubin’ With Friends is the Greatest Thing Ever

I spent most of yesterday on a giant, yellow, inflatable tire floating down a section of a nearby river. There were friends, and margaritas, and splishy-splashy, talking and giggles, and and and…

It. Was. Awesome.

I did learn a few things, however. I feel I should pass these on to you, as a public service. Because I am a helper.

1.)  If you are in the water while out-of-doors AND you have skin AND you have pale skin AND you tend to burn easily?  Reapply the damn sunblock. A lot. More than, say twice, in a seven hour period.
Otherwise, you might wind up a tad crispy around the edges.1

2.) That whole “wear water socks/shoes while in the river” thing? Yeah, there are reasons for that. Some of the reasons are sharp – like rocks and the like under the water. Others are more squishy, involving ankle-deep debris and mud. If the thought of sinking into slime and having it slither up between your toes makes YOU do the ::jibblies:: dance, too? Wear the damn shoes.

3.) The very, very best way to end a day of tubing along a lazy (albeit with a few white water chutes) river is Tex Mex and cheap margaritas. If you do not follow this procedure, then you are DOING IT WRONG.

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Pictured: Doing it right.

 

 

 

 

 

1 – Much like Anakin did.

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Damn, girl. You look a bit fried.

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In the Best Tradition of Huh Wuzzat?

I am going to SUCH a busy camper these next few days. Look:

Tuesday Day: Sent off short story to CW professor for contest entry –> ACCOMPLISHED
Tuesday Eve: Dinner with lovely friend and family –> ACCOMPLISHED, YUM.
Wednesday Morning:  Drive to freaking Austin to retrieve my damn credit card –> ACCOMPLISHED
Wednesday Afternoon:  Go to campus in San Marcos & deliver Financial Aid audit paperwork. Also? Must register for Fall classes because I am an ijit and didn’t do so during regular registering hours, ferfuckssakes.
Wednesday Night: BFF Sleepover, now with packing help for various things
Thursday Night: Yoga with Mister Man and then home, packing for our various things
Friday Morn: (gawd awful o’clock) drop Mister Man at the airport, come home, and wake up The Girl for school. Finish packing costumes, whips, and toiletries.
Friday Night: Drop off Girl with her Dad, go visit Lance and Rob in Austin for Fearless Gaming/Writing Discussions
Saturday Morn: (gawd awful o’clock, again) Drive to Houston for …
Sat – Sunday: Comicpalooza (see handy attached link) 
Sunday Night: Late drive home and collapse
Monday Morn: Drop off merch with BFF
Monday Afternoon: Chaperone young teens on a zombie video game hootenanny in what is NOT a date, dammit
Monday Night: Collapse into small pile

 

I am going to be so sleep deprived come Monday that all my conversation will consist of muttered movie quotes and startled snorts.

If y’all are at the Con, do come by the dealer’s room and say hi. If you bring coffee, you will be counted as a God amongst mortals and there might be active cheering.

 

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Maybe, um. Maybe not quite this epic a cheer.

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