Dear Internet:
Please, please, can you give me some better warning?
Here I am, innocently attempting to see which scoundrel ripped off Allie Brosh's pictures, and I find a link. Awesomesauce. The link is good. The link is just. (Her provided link is not, but oh well.)
Then I think, Well, she reads Hyperbole and a Half, right? She must have some rad musings.
Well, I guess to some they may be considered rad, but honestly, Internet? I did not need, at all, to see an exhibitionist's fancies laid out for all to see on a blog. I think I may be scarred for life. Or am slightly scarred, because I didn't scroll down. I closed that window as fast as I could and erased all my history and stared at poor Lupin in shock.
Cause Lupin didn't want that either.
So next time something potentially scarring comes up, can you please just make a popup of this guy here - a popup that is immune to all popup blockers?
Kind regards,
Me.
Anyway, that trauma aside, I got surprised with happiness today!
Picture, if you will, Facebook a couple of days ago. One of my best buddies Trina messages me, asking about a DVD I borrowed off her. I have said DVD, and she tells me her boyfriend Nick will come along to pick it up before he goes down to my ex-home, where Trina lives, to give it to her.
4pm, I get home. I have $5 to buy mince, from Kathryn, because I ran to Big W for her (a bit over a block, but she fears for my eating habits). A message arrives: I'll be at yours soon - Nick. I duck across the road hoping to get to Woolies and back before Nick arrives. Mince is secured. I race back home. Press elevator buttons. Door opens.
And Trina is standing in the elevator with Nick.
Cue screams and hugs and screams and hugs and me going to Nick, "Hold my mince" and more screams and hugs.
I, as I tried to find mince, actually thought to myself, "Huh. It'd be funny if Trina was there with Nick... nahhhhhhh. Whenever I think about something cool and scenario-like, it never happens."
God decided to prove me wrong on the best one of them all, to date.
My reaction was thus because I haven't seen my lovely Trina in awhile, and I missed her tremendously. Trina also gets a shoutout because she's my mother. This began at a Girls Retreat with my Sunday School teacher, Robyn, a couple of years back:
SCENE: Teenage girls lining up to make sandwiches.
TRINA: [picks up plate] So, what do you want on your sandwich, Tash?
ME: [confused] Um... ham.
TRINA: Do you want beetroot?
ME: Yes please.
TRINA: And you like cheese and tomato, don't you?
ME: Yes please.
TRINA: Do you want mayonnaise?
ME: No thank you.
TRINA: And I'll put some lettuce on, I know you like lettuce. [puts lid on sandwich] There you go, Tash!
[TASH takes sandwich and, confused, leaves a happy Trina making her own sandwich.]
She is amazingly lovely, and is fantastic with advice too. She and I got baptised on the same day - which I believe is yet another factor saying she'll be in my life forever. (My kids, when those poor souls come along, are going to need one bit of sanity in their lives... and while Trina is as crazy as I am, she at least has mothering instincts.)
Also, Trina knows how to drive. I am in awe of this because I don't know how to. My mother says I need 5hrs with a driving instructor first, but I think it's just because when I was 15 and practising out on my grandma's farm, I nearly ran over a stray sheep. Yes, my grandparents farm sheep, and yes, I may or may not have driven off the driveway and into a paddock (in my defense, it was all dirt road) but I still don't believe that's any reason to not teach me. Also, Dad's more than a little to blame. "Okay, go... go... STOP!" [I slowly stop so I don't get yelled at for suddenly stopping the car, as I have been getting yelled at for.] "What?!" "You just ran over a cyclist." Keep in mind, this is a farm, in whoopwhoop somewhere, WITH NO PEOPLE IN SIGHT UNTIL YOU POSSIBLY HIT THE COAST, 500KM AWAY.
I digress. Trina can drive, and thus I trust her with my life.
Anywho, it's somewhat morningish. 2.19am, to be precise. I once again cannot sleep, because I am a noob. It seems to be common.
Oh, but guess what? Shenanigans be had tomorrow! We are going to - where else? Say it with me as a chorus, Mana Bar. I find it more than a little odd that me, the most non-gamerish person ever, is seemingly frequenting a gamer bar. However, during a conversation with Nick and Trina on my bedroom floor today, we actually discovered what Mana Bar means. (Don't shoot me.) As Nick chuckled at such a pun (he's studying game design, so it makes sense), we eyed him suspiciously. "What?" "Mana Bar is the magic bar in a game. So you can see how much magic you have left." Trina and I just looked at him incredulously, and continued talking about the Valley itself. But this time we have a group that is increasing. Stanfield, Joe and I, plus Trina - that be our usual group for Brisbane shenanigans and Sunny Coast shenanigans. And now Nick, too, is becoming a regular. Stanfield's friend Nathan is also coming along for funs. (I have not met Nathan, so no shoutouts, apologies.) Shall be a blast, and Stanfield will be picking me up, so no fear - I don't have to correct it next time.
G'night.
(By the way, anyone out there looking for awesome? Louie Giglio. YouTube his fantastic talks.)
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Sunday, July 18, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Well, nights out?
Once again, Mana Bar was frequented tonight, and I realised something. Lego RockBand exists. Honestly, is there a greater thing than Lego RockBand? Beyond Lego Harry Potter, no. There is not, not in the realm of games.
Before I continue with yet another post at 2.24am, my friends have requested mentions. I know it seems fail now, Joshua, but I'm going to do it because I have a love for my friends, especially those out with me tonight:
Joshua Stanfield, Esq.: Has plans to take over the world. I will be his propaganda specialist. We will have cookies and dance around bonfires. He also is quite skilled at gatherings because he has organised two of the best outings of my life. He's also good for talks... and only occasionally mentions how often I cry to him, "Joshua... am I a silly?" (His reply is no. One day, it will be yes.) Anywho, to continue.
Hon. Christopher Kemp: Ahh, Joe. Joe is my buddy. I talk to Joe frequently. I'm fairly sure Joe is aware of how silly I am, but he seems to be okay with it. He has a fair lot of knowledge about those knowledge boxes known as compu-ahs, and used to have a fantastic afro. I mean, there's afro, and then there was what Joe used to have. Joe, obviously by my use of past tense, does not have said afro, but he is nevertheless exuding awesome charm.
Sir Chris Fielder: He was officially dubbed thus at Pancake Manor a couple of hours ago, after patting me gently on the head in a very patronising manner. Fielder is epic, and why? Because he gives hugs like no other. I mean, there are hugs. And then there are Fielder hugs. I don't think a hug I've had from any other has really come close. That's how awesome they are. I could wax lyrical about Fielder's hugs all day long. But I won't, because I just can't describe it. I want to learn his secret to hugs, but he hasn't shared it yet. Sadface.
Her Lordship Kathryn 'A' Scanlon: Also has been dubbed this. My bestest buddy ever who gamely agreed to come with me to a gamer bar. She has decided it is awesome. After knowing her since I was 11 (and beginning a friendship with the ever-so-alluring line, "Do you like BOOKS?") I think God has put the awesome in front of me, and said, "There. That's your person to make friends with." That is what she encompasses - the most accepting person I have come across, even when I curl up in a ball on my bed, scream, "I DON'T KNOW!" and then realise I have undone all my careful work at convincing her I'm okay. And she is quite hilarious, so generous, and a kind, amazing buddy to have. You want a Kathryn now. I know it. Steal this Kathryn away and I will chase you spouting non-sequiturs and eyeing you suspiciously.
Anyway, so this was the crew who went to the gamer bar. I had prepared myself for a quiet night in - knitting, being a crazy spinster, watching TV and possibly sighing in happiness over Pride and Prejudice, but it was not to be. Stanfield appeared on Facebook:
Him: Pick up your phone!
Me: It's out of battery. What?
(The phone was on silent, I just failed at life.)
Him: We're coming to get you tonight. Mwahahaha.
Me: Whatnow?
Him: Nah, we're going back to Mana.
I phoned Kathryn, she accepted somewhat eagerly, and off we ventured.
When we arrived, Fielder and Stanfield were already inside. Joe, Kathryn and I were stopped by the bouncer. "Can only take one of you," he said. (As Kathryn pointed out, the bouncer himself was a gamer nerd. Ahh, wins.)
Joe went inside to grab Stanfield and Fielder, and the bouncer and I made small talk. "Yeah, we're just taking her," I said, gesturing to Kathryn. "She's not been before."
"Oh, well, you guys can go in."
Score.
After a quick round of some racing game, and a quickly-drained OJ, I was ready to edge to my corner. Kathryn edged with me, and we started a round of Ghostbusters. I know, right? One area RB owns GH, is when you get Crocodile Rock and Ghostbusters included on the game. We're playing this, we are feeling skilled, Kathryn has progressed to medium and is going swimmingly. Raskulls - a genius game, Kathryn and I both managing to come first, though beaten many a time by Stanfield - and more GH. Sitting on a beam, near GH, feeling content.
Suddenly, a Fielder to the window. Fielder and Joe are quickly joined by some random, who looks at me quizzically and asks Fielder who I am. Assumedly, Fielder mouths 'Tash'. I wave, the guy waves back. Suddenly, the bouncer murmurs something to Joe, and we find out - where we are, well... not too stable, at all.
Our cue to leave.
Pancake Manor was next. Kathryn was deeply concerned about my lack of food (which was because Chris has decided he wants to go to the Bahamas, he funds my survival, and thus, we are lacking on the survival today) and ordered me to order something wholesome. I got nachos, and am now feeling nauseous. A whole lot of food crammed into one sitting... well, not the best, I will warn you now.
By the way, all you Brisbane-frequenters, Pancake Manor has a bar underneath. Not that I drink, it's more, "Who knew bars lived under pancake houses... and had knights in them?!" Excitement plus, for all you who have not seen it.
Now to stay awake.
TIL DAYBREAK.
No, just kidding.
NOTE: Conversations with Stanfield -
It makes it sound like we never picked you up from home lol :)
They did pick me up from home, because they are loving and kind.
Before I continue with yet another post at 2.24am, my friends have requested mentions. I know it seems fail now, Joshua, but I'm going to do it because I have a love for my friends, especially those out with me tonight:
Joshua Stanfield, Esq.: Has plans to take over the world. I will be his propaganda specialist. We will have cookies and dance around bonfires. He also is quite skilled at gatherings because he has organised two of the best outings of my life. He's also good for talks... and only occasionally mentions how often I cry to him, "Joshua... am I a silly?" (His reply is no. One day, it will be yes.) Anywho, to continue.
Hon. Christopher Kemp: Ahh, Joe. Joe is my buddy. I talk to Joe frequently. I'm fairly sure Joe is aware of how silly I am, but he seems to be okay with it. He has a fair lot of knowledge about those knowledge boxes known as compu-ahs, and used to have a fantastic afro. I mean, there's afro, and then there was what Joe used to have. Joe, obviously by my use of past tense, does not have said afro, but he is nevertheless exuding awesome charm.
Sir Chris Fielder: He was officially dubbed thus at Pancake Manor a couple of hours ago, after patting me gently on the head in a very patronising manner. Fielder is epic, and why? Because he gives hugs like no other. I mean, there are hugs. And then there are Fielder hugs. I don't think a hug I've had from any other has really come close. That's how awesome they are. I could wax lyrical about Fielder's hugs all day long. But I won't, because I just can't describe it. I want to learn his secret to hugs, but he hasn't shared it yet. Sadface.
Her Lordship Kathryn 'A' Scanlon: Also has been dubbed this. My bestest buddy ever who gamely agreed to come with me to a gamer bar. She has decided it is awesome. After knowing her since I was 11 (and beginning a friendship with the ever-so-alluring line, "Do you like BOOKS?") I think God has put the awesome in front of me, and said, "There. That's your person to make friends with." That is what she encompasses - the most accepting person I have come across, even when I curl up in a ball on my bed, scream, "I DON'T KNOW!" and then realise I have undone all my careful work at convincing her I'm okay. And she is quite hilarious, so generous, and a kind, amazing buddy to have. You want a Kathryn now. I know it. Steal this Kathryn away and I will chase you spouting non-sequiturs and eyeing you suspiciously.
Anyway, so this was the crew who went to the gamer bar. I had prepared myself for a quiet night in - knitting, being a crazy spinster, watching TV and possibly sighing in happiness over Pride and Prejudice, but it was not to be. Stanfield appeared on Facebook:
Him: Pick up your phone!
Me: It's out of battery. What?
(The phone was on silent, I just failed at life.)
Him: We're coming to get you tonight. Mwahahaha.
Me: Whatnow?
Him: Nah, we're going back to Mana.
I phoned Kathryn, she accepted somewhat eagerly, and off we ventured.
When we arrived, Fielder and Stanfield were already inside. Joe, Kathryn and I were stopped by the bouncer. "Can only take one of you," he said. (As Kathryn pointed out, the bouncer himself was a gamer nerd. Ahh, wins.)
Joe went inside to grab Stanfield and Fielder, and the bouncer and I made small talk. "Yeah, we're just taking her," I said, gesturing to Kathryn. "She's not been before."
"Oh, well, you guys can go in."
Score.
After a quick round of some racing game, and a quickly-drained OJ, I was ready to edge to my corner. Kathryn edged with me, and we started a round of Ghostbusters. I know, right? One area RB owns GH, is when you get Crocodile Rock and Ghostbusters included on the game. We're playing this, we are feeling skilled, Kathryn has progressed to medium and is going swimmingly. Raskulls - a genius game, Kathryn and I both managing to come first, though beaten many a time by Stanfield - and more GH. Sitting on a beam, near GH, feeling content.
Suddenly, a Fielder to the window. Fielder and Joe are quickly joined by some random, who looks at me quizzically and asks Fielder who I am. Assumedly, Fielder mouths 'Tash'. I wave, the guy waves back. Suddenly, the bouncer murmurs something to Joe, and we find out - where we are, well... not too stable, at all.
Our cue to leave.
Pancake Manor was next. Kathryn was deeply concerned about my lack of food (which was because Chris has decided he wants to go to the Bahamas, he funds my survival, and thus, we are lacking on the survival today) and ordered me to order something wholesome. I got nachos, and am now feeling nauseous. A whole lot of food crammed into one sitting... well, not the best, I will warn you now.
By the way, all you Brisbane-frequenters, Pancake Manor has a bar underneath. Not that I drink, it's more, "Who knew bars lived under pancake houses... and had knights in them?!" Excitement plus, for all you who have not seen it.
Now to stay awake.
TIL DAYBREAK.
No, just kidding.
NOTE: Conversations with Stanfield -
It makes it sound like we never picked you up from home lol :)
They did pick me up from home, because they are loving and kind.
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