attack of the sillies
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the glare

July 29th, 2012

Whenever I walk by the TV while DS9 is playing, I’ll pantomime picking the nose of whomever the camera has a close up on. Sisko was featured on this latest trip, so I shined his head.

changling pee

July 29th, 2012

I had an odd thought, which I then shared with Andrew and Chris: “If Odo squatted over a cup, could he make… lemonade?” Eg, could he, err, export his waste, as something other than waste? I left the two as they considered this, then started a conversation about changlings.

dream plate

July 28th, 2012

I must be hungry. I dreamed I was at a family function, and I had gathered a very tasty and full plate of buffet-style goodies, and I set the plate down to wake up. And then I reached for the plate, and realized there wasn’t one.

reading = sleeping pile

July 27th, 2012

I think that my favorite time with Andrew and the cat was the night I attempted to read an ebook out in the living room. I lay on my stomach on the bed out there we have for various victims of our hospitality. The cat hopped up, and situated himself between my face and my book. I could see over his bulk fine. And then Andrew toddled out, half-asleep, saw where I was, and shoved me over to make himself comfy laying against me, and began snoring. I started guffawing loudly enough to shake the bed and dislodge the cat and wake up the druid. “What’s so funny?” “I think I’m done reading for the night.” “Oh, good, this bed is not comfy.” LOL

I later drew this:

bubble butt

July 26th, 2012

Apparently, The Boy in the Plastic Bubble wasn’t cheesy enough, they made a Rifftrax of it. I just killed Andrew with it. *snickers*

floor is lava

July 23rd, 2012

Yesterday, I was standing in the living room with Chris and Andrew, the cat standing on the bed. The cat trilled at me, and then hopped into one computer chair, and then hopped into the other chair to accept a scritch on the chin. I interrupted the roommates to point out, “Look, the floor was lava.”

survive this

July 23rd, 2012

I asked Andrew if he’d heard the official song of this year’s Olympics, “Survival” by Muse. He hadn’t. I have now corrected this. (He was horrified. lol)

p-p-p-prayer breaker

July 19th, 2012

Andrew’s trying to chant to a Hindu prayer video so of course, when I sailed into the room and chanted, “Oh wha… ta gooo… sayam…” Andrew paused in his chanting, and then muttered, “Damn it!”


July 19th, 2012

Andrew pressed himself against my front. “Want mah sweetie.”
I had to be a brat. “Oh, I’ll go and get her,” and I made as if to shuffle away.
He grumbled and pulled me tighter.
“I bet she’s just down the hall. Here, I’ll see if she’s there.”
“Unnnnn!” he growled, keeping a firm lock on me.
“Okay, come with me, we’ll go together and–”
“UNNNNGH!” he grunted unhappily, giggling also.
lmao. What a dork.

assumed identity

July 19th, 2012

From a comment elsewhere: I keep wanting to steal Andrew’s phone and changing all his contacts’ names to “Batman,” “Jon Stark,” “Frodo,” and so on. lol