Thorn Wilde

Oh, you poor dear, must be awful. Dipping down to -7C here over the weekend. According to google, that's about 19F. Not too bad. Gonna snow more, too, so that's nice.

My ex girlfriend got me one for Christmas last year. It's a Game of Thrones one. It says, 'I drink and I know things.' Pretty fitting, with my wikibrain...

Much as I hate to say it... you're not wrong. She's my friend, and I care about her. I really do. But she's not fit to take care of another living being. And she wants to be a foster parent... Never gonna happen. Hopefully.

It's puppy's last day, she's moving to flatmate's mother, so I'm spoiling her a little bit. I've had to be the strict auntie until now since flatmate is such a pushover, but today I'm puppy sitting until she gets home from work and we shall simply cuddle. I am going to miss her, even though things will be a lot calmer and quieter around here without her barking or bickering with the cat or chewing things she's not supposed to. I just gave her her favourite treat (dry fish, she goes nuts over it). When flatmate gets home they're heading off for the weekend, and Sunday flatmate will return without puppy. Sad, but necessary.

Hope you find the time to write them.

Morning, Parker! How are you today?

Morning, DiC! I started drinking when I was 15... legal age is 18 here, and I had a 19-year-old boyfriend. (I know, sounds bad, but he was immature as fuck and also a virgin when we met.) Drank mostly red wine and cider at first. Discovered vodka in Prague when I was 17. Never got properly hungover until I was about 18, though, and not for lack of trying. My metabolism was crazy high. Sometimes I woke up with a headache and not much else. But that night, 18 years old at a birthday party for a friend who turned 30, I had so much vodka. Vodka with everything. Vodka and coke, vodka and sprite, vodka and sprite and coke, vodka and orange juice, and finally, no idea why I thought this was a good idea but I was very drunk at the time, vodka and chocolate milk. I will never forgive the guy who made me that. Next morning was hell. I'm getting to the point now where I'm thinking, to hell with it, alpha or no I'm gonna get SKSE and get in on the fun, here! I wanna have Skyrim sex too!

Just crawled under the covers. Had a shower first. Now I am nice and snug. Time for sleeps!

Night, Reader! It's 4 am, so I'm heading off, too. Goodnight, DiC!

There is so much I haven't covered. MySpace. Geocities. Charlie the Unicorn. Early webcomics. So, so much.

gifs aren't what they once were, either... *sigh*

Tequila. Never again. *shudders*

Have fun!

Kind of sounds like Eiswein, also known as ice wine. Sweet dessert wine made from grapes that have frozen on the vine. It's yummy. For dessert wines, I'm very fond of tokay, myself.

I used to love sherry... Then I got wasted on a bottle of Amontillado (I felt very goth, because Edgar Allan Poe), got very sick, and kind of lost the taste for it...

Warning: Just in case you haven't read my blog before, I swear. Deal with it. Also, this rant is a mess. Deal with that, too. A little while ago I came across a post on Facebook in which some Gen Z kid or another was saying how great it was to be under 21, because people older than that don't understand memes. (There was other stuff, too, but that was my takeaway.) And, I just, what? Who do these kids think they are? First of all, the word meme was coined by Richard Dawkins in the fucking 70s, so don't come here and say that older people don't know what memes are. Secondly, my generation invented that white text over a picture meme format that you are all using. Dude, I was making memes before you knew how to use a computer. Ceiling Cat was watching me masturbate while some of you were still in nappies. You think you know memes? You weren't there when the Internet invented lolcats. You think you're an Internet aficionado? b37 y00 c4n'7 r34d 1337 5p34k. We had shit that went viral before social media even existed. We didn't have Facebook. We lived on forums, in irc chatrooms, livejournal. Man, livejournal... We didn't even call them blogs yet. We had podcasts before they were called podcasts. We had crappy flash animated web series, like Neurotically Yours (I think they still make it, but I remember it when it was truly shit and oh so wonderful). We didn't even have YouTube, all we had was flash player. You want viral video? I'll give you viral video: Bet you've never even heard of Albino Black Sheep, have you? 2003 that video was made. Don't know if it was the first video to go viral, but it must have been damn close. Go back further to Homestar Runner, Strong Bad e-mails, and Trogdor the Burninator. And I'm sure there's a fucktonne of stuff that I'm too young to remember, but I remember 4chan when it was just a bunch of 13-year-olds with a bad sense of humour telling rape jokes, instead of the toxic cesspool of web-terrorists it's become. And you're gonna come here and tell me that folks of my generation don't understand the Internet? That we don't understand memes? You don't know Jack Schitt. Piss off! Go home to your mum! You've never played a point and click flash game where you beat the shit out of the Teletubbies. TL;DR: Get off my fucking lawn!

Thank you. ❤️

Feeling jittery and nervous just like last night. Starting to properly dawn on me. Five days to go...

They do have a lot more in common than either of them knows at this point.

Thank you. Trying not to. Also terrified, though... It'll be fine. I'll get there.

I know the feeling, kinda. As a sound tech, when I work I work hard. Pre-production for a play, for instance, is 12-14 hour days. When you get to the shows the days are shorter but it's pretty intense and can be 6 or 7 days a week. Doing concerts you also get long days, setting up and packing down and doing sound checks and everything. But then sometimes you get a lot of down time between projects. (Talking like I'm already doing this full time... getting there, though.)

Well, I hope you're not working yourself too hard. Be kind to yourself.

Yay! Glad you're reading it!

Also, how are things, @MacGreg?

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