Happy festive season, good readers!
Yeah, I know I'm a little late in the piece, but hey, it's not the New Year yet, therefore I win. Hah!
But in other ways, I just don't win at all. Currently, I sit inside hiding from the mosquitoes as housemates and co. discuss geek card games (it's called Mages or Mist or something. Apparently it's a piss-take of dungeons and dragons, but I remain unconvinced. Any game with "Plus 1" anything is sure to require a good few beers and both my 'good humoured' and 'good natured' hats to be worn simultaneously. Good thing I'm on holiday really). Anyhow, they're clearing a table down now, so I fear I have limited time before I'm dragged off to join them. Good thing I have some Amaretto & left over stolen-mystery christmas cake to see me though. Fucking geeks. So enthusiastic about card games, but so terribly difficult to shift out of the house for physical activity.
Speaking of which, I'll be both out of the house, and as a direct result, out of this blog for the next month. While it's not really all that unusual these days for me to be away from the blog for that sort of stretch of time, it's not usually intentional. Not that this is either, but at least I can give you some forewarning so that you're not forever left pining for your sporadic dose of wit and charm* every hot day of this stinking hot month. That said, you may well see a surprise post or two detailing my hate of mosquitoes from other parts of the world, just to mix it up a little.
I'm guessing if you all felt so inclined, you could send care packages of instant food to Krus & Fandango Jones, who will no doubt suffer in the January air and generally mope about a lot. I also suggest Ice cream cones with surprise kittens (dipped in chocolate of course) stuffed in the bottom. It'll cheer them up and cool them down!
So, with that, I'll leave you to your New Years celebrations. I'd say something inspiring, but in 40+ degrees, that's simply not going to happen. Merry cunting christmas, Happy cunting new year, stay safe on the roads, and don't pass out in your pool. Or ours, for that matter.
See you in a bit, you bastards.
* Wit and charm sold separately.
Yeah, I know I'm a little late in the piece, but hey, it's not the New Year yet, therefore I win. Hah!
But in other ways, I just don't win at all. Currently, I sit inside hiding from the mosquitoes as housemates and co. discuss geek card games (it's called Mages or Mist or something. Apparently it's a piss-take of dungeons and dragons, but I remain unconvinced. Any game with "Plus 1" anything is sure to require a good few beers and both my 'good humoured' and 'good natured' hats to be worn simultaneously. Good thing I'm on holiday really). Anyhow, they're clearing a table down now, so I fear I have limited time before I'm dragged off to join them. Good thing I have some Amaretto & left over stolen-mystery christmas cake to see me though. Fucking geeks. So enthusiastic about card games, but so terribly difficult to shift out of the house for physical activity.
Speaking of which, I'll be both out of the house, and as a direct result, out of this blog for the next month. While it's not really all that unusual these days for me to be away from the blog for that sort of stretch of time, it's not usually intentional. Not that this is either, but at least I can give you some forewarning so that you're not forever left pining for your sporadic dose of wit and charm* every hot day of this stinking hot month. That said, you may well see a surprise post or two detailing my hate of mosquitoes from other parts of the world, just to mix it up a little.
I'm guessing if you all felt so inclined, you could send care packages of instant food to Krus & Fandango Jones, who will no doubt suffer in the January air and generally mope about a lot. I also suggest Ice cream cones with surprise kittens (dipped in chocolate of course) stuffed in the bottom. It'll cheer them up and cool them down!
So, with that, I'll leave you to your New Years celebrations. I'd say something inspiring, but in 40+ degrees, that's simply not going to happen. Merry cunting christmas, Happy cunting new year, stay safe on the roads, and don't pass out in your pool. Or ours, for that matter.
See you in a bit, you bastards.
* Wit and charm sold separately.
5 comments:
I think they are making all this buzzing, biting insect stuff up just to be able to stay inside - I don't get bitten...ergo...there are no bitey things in the backyard...
Ok, I admit it, that was me impersonating the rantolotl...but if she will go around leaving herself logged into things = she will get impersonated...
Well, that's torn it. Can't trust anything anymore.
You're in league with the reverse vampires aren't you? Keep your CIA black magic away from my zeta-waves!
*retreats to a tinfoil hat/hut*
Paddling pool party! with barbecue sideline. Yay!
I found the Bizarro Rantolotl at a Bouncing Souls show in Asbury Park, New Jersey...
http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r51/bsevans99/37%20Infernites%20at%20Stone%20Pony%2012-28-07/IMG_3501.jpg
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