I'll post more on the subject later, but...

Patrick, if you ever manage to put your foot in your mouth and make me paranoid that Simon hates me, I will make you eat that foot, with a liberal serving of salty margaritas.

Also, he lent me the Orpheus book. This is proof that he loves me, he really loves me!

Also, it seems that the people I know like to fuck me in unusual places, like the spine or the backs of my knees.

Orpheus!

I said I'd write more about me and Simon hanging out, but I don't really know what I can say, except:

1) within five minutes of arriving, we were both laughing too hard to talk
2) Simon's mom is teh best cook evar!!
3) I miss mini-pickles
4) Orpheus!
5) "Totentanz!"
"Die Hammer, die Sickle, die 'something-that-I-can't-remember-which-means-Scythe-that-Reaps'!"
"He's German?"
"Yes. [pause] Or maybe Swiss."
"Oh! [with a different accent] TOTENTANZ! Yeah, it means 'death dance'. Can't believe I didn't remember that before."
"Yeah, because 'death dance' is part of your typical, everyday conversation... you loser."
6) "These hipbones are lethal weapons!"
7) "The thing that comes from bees..."

And now, Vicki as an Orpheus character, because I'm bored and I can.

( Vicki as an Orpheus character )

In other news, I finally figured out a character for the one-shot Aberrant game that broke the mold of everything else I'd tried to think up prior. Yay!