The inevitable update.

For the first time in several days, my alarm dragged me from sleep. I think the five hours of sleep I had contributed to that. There was morning crankiness, but that passed. Telling myself it was all little petty stuff helped a little. Having food is helping a lot more. Mmmm. Pad Thai wrap.

The warhammer league kicked off in a big way this weekend. Lots of people playing and having a good time. Even I had a good time, the best discovery was that Asian Grill makes a mean pineapple fried rice. Afterwards it was time for more discussion and bonding over vegetarian food. Alas, that bonding fell short, because it was time for more bonding in Salem. The long postponed dinner with Quislibet and J and Ta Chuang occurred. More tasty food was consumed and the conversation flowed as freely as the wine and beer did. We finished our dinner with fresh made chocolate chip cookies and Breyer's ice cream: do it yourself ice cream sandwiches, eaten in turn over the sink. Next was Preaching to the Perverted, a saucy little tale about a young lad investigating the S&M scene for Parliment! It was rather respectful of the scene: it showed the glamorous side, the realities of power playing, and that there's a little bit of a sadist (or masochist) in everyone. That, and Genevieve Turner was hot.

Out of order

Lilo and Stitch is a much better movie than I thought. Lilo's family is amazingly dysfunctional, a big switch from most happy Disney families. The animation style is different, it feels like an older film but still looks new. The story is very well told, with lots of humor. And Ving Rhames, Tia Carerra, and Kevin McDonald (the Almighty Tallest Purple from Zim!) lend their voices to the movie.

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Sunday was a lazy day. Nothing to do until the British humor fest in the afternoon. Blackadder, lots of Young Ones (fascist!) and Lock Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels. People rotated in and out during the day, and delicious curry and fries were had. I wonder if the recipe for said curry could be had as well? ;)
The only downside to the day was the humidity. Rather than being hot and damp, it was just damp. A cloying, most landscape where discomfort is the only crop. But one the air moved, the discomfort blew away. I watched the curtain blow at the edge of my vision, pushed it aside, and let the fabric caress my arm. The cider was a sharp taste in my mouth. And Vivian was once again, "being a complete bastard."

PS - Further rules.