Quizzes!

Oh, also: Patrick rocks. He left "The Wee Free Men" in my car. Mwahahahaha. PICTSIES!

( Because everyone is bored by the quizzes. )

Mage on Saturday was wicked cool. Tom came back! Happy happy. Aine might be moving in with him now. Swords stick together.

"Do I want Aine to be at the mercy of the Storyteller, or Aine to be at the mercy of her stats?" (And in this case, the ST was more forgiving. Fear! ;)

Stupid vampires. XD

Now she just has to decide whether to stay behind or whether closing the gateway is a higher priority.

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And then, Janet Lynn's with Patrick! Much fun, though I was bad and kept freaking out over prices. (Much with the fearing.) It was very good though.

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And then, "Daddy, when do I have to be home?", sparking a huge sexual innuendo thing with Steven XD

"Daddy, will you give me kisses?"
"Sure."
"Will they be sexy kisses?"
"Shh, not while Uncle Geoff is in the room..."

Poor Geoff. Dawn goes off to work and leaves him with the crazies ;) His expression was priceless.

And then the Chapters fiasco. XD; I'd never driven there myself and Steven and Joyee had just never *been* there, so we got lost... but Patrick said he would leave his cell phone on (which he didn't, we kept getting the answering machine)... so finally he calls us back (on Steven's cell as opposed to mine).

Steven: (talking on the phone with Patrick getting directions)
Me: "PATRICK! STREETS! THEY HELP WHEN GIVING DIRECTIONS!"

And when we showed up at Chapters he suddenly became all popular and got like four calls, so every time he answered his phone we mocked him for answering the phone for OTHER people, but not us.

Also, we saw three crashes on the way, one of which happened directly next to me on the 8. Fear.

And now, to check my mail and then continue reading "The Wee Free Men". PICTSIES!

I've been the world over north, south, east, and west
But the middle of nowhere's where I likes it best
Where it's wave over wave, sea over bow
I'm as happy a man as the sea will allow
Theres no other life for a sailor like me
Than to sail the salt sea boys, sail the sea
There's no other life but to sail the salt sea

Tee.

Best. Battlecries. EVER!

"They can tak' oour lives but they cannae tak' oour trousers!"
"Bang went saxpence!"
"Ye'll tak' the high road an' I'll tak' yer wallet!"
"There can only be one t'ousand!"
"Ach, stick it up your trakkans!"

Oh, right.

I had the oddest dream last night.

It was a Harry Potter dream; more specifically, a Draco dream. I don't remember a lot about what it was about, but I do remember that it was a family trip of some sort. Narcissa was quiet, mostly, but smiled at Draco a lot; and Lucius kept congratulating Draco for something. And Draco was well-behaved, which I think was the most surprising. They seemed, I don't know, well-adjusted. It was very disconcerting.

And then there was the sunflowers with opening centres that had pictures of their family; I think that was the main reason they were in this grassy field, to see the pictures. And then Draco was tracing his finger from himself on over to Sirius on that black tapestry, and then turned to Harry (who had just shown up as it was the first day at Hogwarts) and said... I'm not sure what, but it was in a very wondering tone.

They still hated each other, but it was more like a family hating.

It was very odd.

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The reason that Slytherin rarely wins is that, while they do well when working against outside forces (other houses) one-on-one, they win, but they constantly subvert each other, so in the moment teamwork is required, they fall apart.

The solution here is to know when to be subversive and when to be loyal.

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Drapetomaniac: Did you do that personality disorder quiz?
Alex: Obsessive-Compulsive.
Drapetomaniac: Ah, cool.
Alex: Which is odd, because I figured for sure I'd be narcissistic.
Drapetomaniac: Maybe you're both, just the obsessive-compulsiveness is stronger.
Alex: Possibly.
Alex: Everyone else must be as perfect as I am!
Alex: Alas, you are not godlike, as I am, and so you will always fail.
Alex: Weeeeeeeak.
Drapetomaniac: Yeah, but I'm Schizoid, so your opinion means nothing to me. Not out of egotism, like Narcissists, but because I can't imagine caring.
Alex: Damn you!

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Alex: I do want Terry Pratchett's children.
Patrick @ Work: I thought you were all about the no children.
Alex: You know, I find it amusing that originally I had that sentence prefaced with "If I were the type to want children," but I took it out for reasons unknown.
Patrick @ Work: I find that amusing. Admit it... you're total maternal instinct girl.
Alex: Oh yeah. For sure. I'm all about the cleaning up puke and shit. And I don't love sleep, or require massive amounts of it on a daily basis.
Alex: All about the babies, right here.
Patrick @ Work: Don't forget the mood swings. And the heavy weight on your belly.
Alex: Oh. Yeah. Because having a third of my weight attached to my stomach is exactly what I've always wanted.
Patrick @ Work: I can just imagine.
Patrick @ Work: Morning sickness. Morning sickness is sexy.
Alex: Yep. And the constant need to piss.
Patrick @ Work: Then there's childbirth and the stretch marks.
Alex: And the sagging.
Patrick @ Work: The solution is obvious: we engage in activities that may make you pregnant.
Alex: Woo-hoo! I always wanted to be a teenage mother when I grew up!
Patrick @ Work: I knew that you did, deep down.
Patrick @ Work: The university student thing was just a front.
Alex: It was all in an attempt to find a rich man to knock me up. I can admit it now.
Patrick @ Work: Well, I'm glad.
Patrick @ Work: The lies can finally end. We'll get you a trailer, you can take up smoking.
Alex: And drinking!
Alex: While getting and being pregnant!
Patrick @ Work: Damn straight.
Alex: Can I sleep around with the other trailer trash too? Can I can I can I?
Patrick @ Work: Only if I can leave you at the age of twenty-five for someone younger and prettier.
Alex: Deal. But you have to promise to be abusive.
Patrick @ Work: Oh, man. Done, and done...
Patrick @ Work: Let me break out the ol' car parts. All over the front lawn.
Patrick @ Work: You can learn to speak only in cusses. It'll be adorable.
Alex: I can feel my IQ dropping already! Hurrah!
Patrick @ Work: We'll get the whole family dressed up for the weekly bail hearings, on account of all the domestics....
Alex: And our first kid'll never have a real name, since he'll always be "Junior". All the other kids will have hyphenated names.
Patrick @ Work: With plenty of 'y's?
Alex: Well, I was thinking Mary-Lou and Billy-Bob, but I guess I could spell them Myry-Lyu and Billi-Byb.
Alex: And Bryttny-Mycknzy.
Alex: I always hated vowels.
Patrick @ Work: Who doesn't?
Alex: Them intellectuals.
Patrick @ Work: Fuck'em. All they ever done? No flyin' cars, yet.
Alex: Yer a durn sight smarter'n them, anyway, Billy-Pat.
Patrick @ Work: Fuckin'A. Now I'mma go ride my harley-compatible down to the bar, get tanked, and start a fight.
Alex: Ooh, I like my men with no noses. Makes 'em look deesteenguished.
Patrick @ Work: Who needs a nose? I'll smell with my eyes.
Alex: And they do smell. Or maybe that's just the Jack Daniels.
Patrick @ Work: I'll quit drinkin' so much tomorrow.
Alex: Y'always do.
Patrick @ Work: The drunk tank'll help me sober up.
Alex: Yup. Meanwhile, I'm gonna go next door for some, uh, sugar.
Patrick @ Work: This to that Billy Ray's place? Always there for hours.. how stupid can that man be, having trouble finding the sugar.
Alex: Mmhmm. Can't imagine where he hides that stuff.

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Alex: And the real Alex returned, and beat up the impostor, and sanity was restored.
Patrick @ Work: I was enjoying insane Alex.
Patrick @ Work: She was funny.
Alex: It was funny, but also really, really disturbing. On the surreal level of well-adjusted Malfoy.
Patrick @ Work: That dream, by the way, was random. Chaos type random.
Alex: It was very weird.
Alex: I mean, think of Hallmark commerical families. Then put the Malfoys in. It's too strange.
Patrick @ Work: What you should do is go to Scotland, and tie up the actors who play the malfoys until they are a cohesive family unit.
Alex: ...sorry, you lost me at tying up Tom Felton and Jason Issacs.
Patrick @ Work: I imagined I would.

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