There’s a guy at work who’s a gamer and, according to my manager, a druggie. All I get from talking to him is that he’s a giant (6’5”) dork. Today he tried to one up me by saying “You know what’s sad, I know the name of the Wookiee language”. I said, “That’s not sad. I know that too.” And then it became a little battle over Expanded Universe knowledge. I’m never really impressed when people have a casual knowledge of Star Wars. There’s not a level at which I think you need to be for me to respect you as a SW nerd, but don’t try to one-up me. You just sound like a loser. And that’s saying something in a given fandom…
“All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal.”—Woody Allen, via Ernest Hemingway, in “Midnight in Paris”
I love people. I love my best friend. I love my old friends. I love my husband’s family (it almost sounds evil to call them in-laws). I love traveling. I love home. I love good food. I love wine. I love Pilsner. I love to be social.
I suppose the best part of a drunk dial is how free I feel to tell the people I’m talking how I feel! Unbridled happiness to be a member of the “society” I have built around myself.
I may not be so articulate after drinking, but I am decidedly more honest, open, and happy for the people around me.
And now for a photo, so this isn’t just some random text. Singin’ in the rain! #GPOY
I keep getting this comment on my other blog- thankfully I can screen every comment before it’s posted. And I’ve gotten several other forms of this spam recently- where they say they like what I posted, but disagree with it- maybe I ought to rationalize more, maybe I stole it from another page (to which they give me the link), and nonetheless they still liked reading it.
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Let’s just say that this is the least excited I’ve ever been to be at home. I’m glad I didn’t post about this Thursday, because I would have been a basket case writing this! A combination of jet lag, an even greater fondness for my travel companions, and a newfound love of Prague, made it hard to leave. However, having made no friends before leaving Los Alamos, going through a week-long evacuation right after we moved here, and really not liking our new apartment (a severe lack of creature comforts, too) made me simply dread coming back. Put on top of that the fact that a month’s vacation will make anyone hate the idea of going back to a job, much less one in the food service industry, and that getting scheduled for an eight and a half hour shift 12 hours after arriving back in New Mexico made me regularly break down in tears.
Our last days in Prague were dedicated to seeing all the places we really loved. In particular: Dobra Čajovna, Blues Sklep, the Choco Cafe, Prague Castle, Letna Park, The Globe, and the Vltava River (and rowing a boat on it).
To read more, click on the link at the top! I wrote about all my favorite stuff in Prague.
A lot of my favorite blogs have gotten into reblogging confession-type blogs. Most of these aren’t “confessions” so much as opinions. All of you! I love you! Make your own confessions and try your luck at getting reblogged.