Ya Know, I Should Have Guessed
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crossover_chickExhaustion? Laziness? Greater-than-usual homicial rage at anything that gets in my way? Must be that time of the month!
-VD: *nodnod* We thought we recognized the signs, but we figured you must too.-
Yeah, at least I picked up on it before anything could get ruined. And better now than during Christmas and the like. Just get it over with and move on.
-J: Amen.-
Though, speaking of the red curse, pads are getting stranger. Always, my preferred brand, are now the "have a happy period" people, which is weird enough. But now they have a new twist -- the Always "Clean" brand.
-J2: The what now?-
-M2: Do we want to know?-
It's pretty simple, actually -- each pad comes with a wetwipe. I'm not sure why -- I do all my pad-changing in a bathroom with a fully-functional sink, and if it's to wipe up down there. . . I've always found toilet paper to be perfectly functional, honestly.
-VJ: I'm starting to wonder if feminine hygiene products are actually designed by women.-
I imagine there's involved in the process. We actually got to see pads being made in one episode of "How It's Made."
-M: Oh jeez.-
*ribs* Whatssa matter, squeamish?
-M: Well, doesn't that show come on during DINNER for you guys?-
A fact well-noted by Mom and myself when we saw it, yes.
-TTV: *looking ill at ease* Women are very complicated, aren't they?-
*patpat* You men have it lucky sometimes. Though now you've got me wondering how your Victoria deals with hers. . . .
-TTV: I'M NOT ASKING!-
LOL, don't worry. Questions like this is what Google is for!
-TD: You're actually going to Google about Victorian menstruation?-
Maybe. To kill time. Or you could ask Agatha for me.
-TD: I will not! She might death-ray me!-
-TTV: Better a death ray then the looks I might get from Victoria. . . .-
Now that that awkward discussion is over, more thoughts:
-->Sims plan -- I'm finally gonna do what I should have done a while ago -- try uninstalling Bon Voyage. After making backups, of course.
-RPD: Of course.-
We'll see if the stupid thing works with Seasons. I might also try doing the SecuROM cleanup. I just don't like messing with my computer like that. Especially not after some of the problems I've had with it.
-RPD: *pats shoulder* I can't say I blame you. Still wondering if you should just go ahead and get another one?-
Frankly, it might be easier at this point.
-->Mom's present -- still eludes us, thanks to my boss making a schedule change. I was supposed to get it Monday afternoon, but he's got me working then, so that's out. Maybe we can swing it Monday morning.
-->Luckily for my continued sanity, not only are my watch and Doc/DeLorean plush auctions doing well, another Einy has gone up. There's also these "Diablock" things of Doc and Marty that are kind of cute. . . . This guy is SERIOUSLY trying to bankrupt me.
-HD: Well, you can't fault him for going with a winning plan.-
Hesh up.
-OD: What about that DeLorean laynard? The kids think you could use a new clip for your keys. *tentacles nodnod*-
:) The kids and I do think alike -- I might bid on that too.
-->Fanfic is actually going a bit better -- defined as "I'm making progress on Ael's giftfic for the year." I also managed to get a story out for the Christmas Meme:
On the Third Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“What – are you chicken, oh great bard?”
Marty’s eyes narrowed. “Nobody – calls me – chicken.”
“Actually, considering I just did so, and it’s proven I have a name, social security number, and other records on-hand to affirm that I am indeed a legal person–”
“Oh, shut it,” Verne interrupted. “You know, for a guy who’s supposed all about the good, you’re kind of a jerk.”
“I am not!”
“Are too!”
“Boys, stop it,” Doc said firmly. “We’re not getting anywhere like this.”
“I just don’t get why you say I have to be the distraction by attacking it while you sneak around to the back,” Marty said to Jules. “I’m a bard. I sing. You want a fight song to help you kick its butt, I’m all over that.”
“That’s exactly why you should be the first to attack! It won’t be expecting that!”
“But the only weapon I have is a dagger! What do you expect me to do, smash my lyre over its head?”
“Besides, if we’re throwing the weak characters at it as a distraction, why don’t we have the wizard do something?” Verne pointed out.
“Because the wizard’s as fragile as a twig. A glass twig.”
Doc frowned at him. “Well, I’m terribly sorry I spent my life unlocking the means to unravel the universe and reshape it according to my will rather than, say, jogging.”
“. . . Are you talking about your character, or about real life?”
“Jules, I’m your father and I love you. Therefore, I will refrain from throwing my dice at your head.”
“Come on, Dad, chicken?” Verne taunted.
George sighed and leaned heavily on one arm. “If you guys don’t do something soon, I’m going to just have the troll eat the lot of you.”
“I’m trying to come up with a plan, Mr. McFly, these three just won’t cooperate.”
“Because it’s a stupid plan!” Verne said. “You’re the one with a sword! You attack it!”
“I’m trying to throw the creature off-balance first! That means sending up an unlikely candidate!”
“It’s a troll!” Marty protested. “Every troll I’ve heard about ain’t that high on the intelligence scale!”
“I’m going to check my spellbook for any silence spells,” Doc said, rolling his eyes.
“You do that and I’ll let you cast it for free. Seriously, people, this close to just causing a cave-in and burying all of you under rock.”
Lorraine and Clara watched the argument progress. “So,” Clara said, “why did you buy the latest edition of Dungeons & Dragons for his Christmas present again?”
“Because I apparently enjoy seeing tabletop chaos. You should see what happens when he’s playing seriously with Lester and the others.”
“Hey, Dad, can I roll to smash the lyre over the paladin’s head?”
-VD2: Rather loosely tied to the prompt, hmm?-
This is all I could come up with! Besides, it's got the whole "chicken" reference, doesn't it?
Anyway, yes, I imagine George being into RPGs. He's already pretty geeky, why not go all the way? Though I admit, he'd probably be more into something like Traveller than Dungeons & Dragons. I know D&D the best, though. This is a humor/TAS verse fic, as should be obvious.
-D: *chuckling* We make quite the team, don't we?-
Indeed you do. Poor George -- he didn't know what he was getting into when he agreed to GM.
-HD: I'm surprised you didn't use a timewarp to retrieve your favored system.-
I dunno if you guys would play White Wolf. Though now I'm tempted to make a reference to Black Dog Games from the Old line in "Midsummer Found." I miss Pentex.
-RPD: o.O? I only see "Werewolf: The Forsaken" in your bookshelf. How could you miss something you never played?-
I read a lot of Old WoD humor stuff back in the day. Pentex was wicked cool. The ULTIMATE evil corporation. I hope some gamers brought it back, you could probably adapt it to the New setting. I mean, the darn thing had branches out the wazoo. For my own personal love, Changeling, you could probably have a Gentry manipulating at least one of the companies. And admit it, wouldn't it be funny to see the characters playing THEIR OWN GAME?
-RPD: *smirk* You may have something there.-
:p So, yeah, this story is just an excuse for me to play around with an idea I like. And before you ask -- no, I have no idea what Verne's playing. Maybe a thief.
Getting closer to Christmas, people! I'm looking forward to mostly having a day off.
-DW: We're going and getting our tree tomorrow.-
Peabody again?
-MF: Yeah. You want to explain why he sells all the holiday stuff?-
*shrug* Familiar name. Same reason the main staff at the Inkwell is Lou, Chester, and Mrs. Plum and her staff. What about the rest of it?
-TD: I can--
No!
-TD: It's not like they do any better!-
. . . Point. Martys, mind handling that on your own?
-VuM: Not a problem, Vic.-
-D: We're not that bad.-
After that Thanksgiving incident?
-VD2: That only occurred because Changeling and Narbonic were there. You have to expect that there would be a greater chance of mad science-related incidents when you have them around.-
Yeah, thank GOD they've never gotten to proper muse-level. I think I can trust you with the rest of the decorations, though. Just -- be careful, okay?
-VD: Don't worry, it'll all be fine.-
-HD: We'll even have the tree dance again.-
*giggle* I liked that.
-VD: *nodnod* We thought we recognized the signs, but we figured you must too.-
Yeah, at least I picked up on it before anything could get ruined. And better now than during Christmas and the like. Just get it over with and move on.
-J: Amen.-
Though, speaking of the red curse, pads are getting stranger. Always, my preferred brand, are now the "have a happy period" people, which is weird enough. But now they have a new twist -- the Always "Clean" brand.
-J2: The what now?-
-M2: Do we want to know?-
It's pretty simple, actually -- each pad comes with a wetwipe. I'm not sure why -- I do all my pad-changing in a bathroom with a fully-functional sink, and if it's to wipe up down there. . . I've always found toilet paper to be perfectly functional, honestly.
-VJ: I'm starting to wonder if feminine hygiene products are actually designed by women.-
I imagine there's involved in the process. We actually got to see pads being made in one episode of "How It's Made."
-M: Oh jeez.-
*ribs* Whatssa matter, squeamish?
-M: Well, doesn't that show come on during DINNER for you guys?-
A fact well-noted by Mom and myself when we saw it, yes.
-TTV: *looking ill at ease* Women are very complicated, aren't they?-
*patpat* You men have it lucky sometimes. Though now you've got me wondering how your Victoria deals with hers. . . .
-TTV: I'M NOT ASKING!-
LOL, don't worry. Questions like this is what Google is for!
-TD: You're actually going to Google about Victorian menstruation?-
Maybe. To kill time. Or you could ask Agatha for me.
-TD: I will not! She might death-ray me!-
-TTV: Better a death ray then the looks I might get from Victoria. . . .-
Now that that awkward discussion is over, more thoughts:
-->Sims plan -- I'm finally gonna do what I should have done a while ago -- try uninstalling Bon Voyage. After making backups, of course.
-RPD: Of course.-
We'll see if the stupid thing works with Seasons. I might also try doing the SecuROM cleanup. I just don't like messing with my computer like that. Especially not after some of the problems I've had with it.
-RPD: *pats shoulder* I can't say I blame you. Still wondering if you should just go ahead and get another one?-
Frankly, it might be easier at this point.
-->Mom's present -- still eludes us, thanks to my boss making a schedule change. I was supposed to get it Monday afternoon, but he's got me working then, so that's out. Maybe we can swing it Monday morning.
-->Luckily for my continued sanity, not only are my watch and Doc/DeLorean plush auctions doing well, another Einy has gone up. There's also these "Diablock" things of Doc and Marty that are kind of cute. . . . This guy is SERIOUSLY trying to bankrupt me.
-HD: Well, you can't fault him for going with a winning plan.-
Hesh up.
-OD: What about that DeLorean laynard? The kids think you could use a new clip for your keys. *tentacles nodnod*-
:) The kids and I do think alike -- I might bid on that too.
-->Fanfic is actually going a bit better -- defined as "I'm making progress on Ael's giftfic for the year." I also managed to get a story out for the Christmas Meme:
On the Third Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“What – are you chicken, oh great bard?”
Marty’s eyes narrowed. “Nobody – calls me – chicken.”
“Actually, considering I just did so, and it’s proven I have a name, social security number, and other records on-hand to affirm that I am indeed a legal person–”
“Oh, shut it,” Verne interrupted. “You know, for a guy who’s supposed all about the good, you’re kind of a jerk.”
“I am not!”
“Are too!”
“Boys, stop it,” Doc said firmly. “We’re not getting anywhere like this.”
“I just don’t get why you say I have to be the distraction by attacking it while you sneak around to the back,” Marty said to Jules. “I’m a bard. I sing. You want a fight song to help you kick its butt, I’m all over that.”
“That’s exactly why you should be the first to attack! It won’t be expecting that!”
“But the only weapon I have is a dagger! What do you expect me to do, smash my lyre over its head?”
“Besides, if we’re throwing the weak characters at it as a distraction, why don’t we have the wizard do something?” Verne pointed out.
“Because the wizard’s as fragile as a twig. A glass twig.”
Doc frowned at him. “Well, I’m terribly sorry I spent my life unlocking the means to unravel the universe and reshape it according to my will rather than, say, jogging.”
“. . . Are you talking about your character, or about real life?”
“Jules, I’m your father and I love you. Therefore, I will refrain from throwing my dice at your head.”
“Come on, Dad, chicken?” Verne taunted.
George sighed and leaned heavily on one arm. “If you guys don’t do something soon, I’m going to just have the troll eat the lot of you.”
“I’m trying to come up with a plan, Mr. McFly, these three just won’t cooperate.”
“Because it’s a stupid plan!” Verne said. “You’re the one with a sword! You attack it!”
“I’m trying to throw the creature off-balance first! That means sending up an unlikely candidate!”
“It’s a troll!” Marty protested. “Every troll I’ve heard about ain’t that high on the intelligence scale!”
“I’m going to check my spellbook for any silence spells,” Doc said, rolling his eyes.
“You do that and I’ll let you cast it for free. Seriously, people, this close to just causing a cave-in and burying all of you under rock.”
Lorraine and Clara watched the argument progress. “So,” Clara said, “why did you buy the latest edition of Dungeons & Dragons for his Christmas present again?”
“Because I apparently enjoy seeing tabletop chaos. You should see what happens when he’s playing seriously with Lester and the others.”
“Hey, Dad, can I roll to smash the lyre over the paladin’s head?”
-VD2: Rather loosely tied to the prompt, hmm?-
This is all I could come up with! Besides, it's got the whole "chicken" reference, doesn't it?
Anyway, yes, I imagine George being into RPGs. He's already pretty geeky, why not go all the way? Though I admit, he'd probably be more into something like Traveller than Dungeons & Dragons. I know D&D the best, though. This is a humor/TAS verse fic, as should be obvious.
-D: *chuckling* We make quite the team, don't we?-
Indeed you do. Poor George -- he didn't know what he was getting into when he agreed to GM.
-HD: I'm surprised you didn't use a timewarp to retrieve your favored system.-
I dunno if you guys would play White Wolf. Though now I'm tempted to make a reference to Black Dog Games from the Old line in "Midsummer Found." I miss Pentex.
-RPD: o.O? I only see "Werewolf: The Forsaken" in your bookshelf. How could you miss something you never played?-
I read a lot of Old WoD humor stuff back in the day. Pentex was wicked cool. The ULTIMATE evil corporation. I hope some gamers brought it back, you could probably adapt it to the New setting. I mean, the darn thing had branches out the wazoo. For my own personal love, Changeling, you could probably have a Gentry manipulating at least one of the companies. And admit it, wouldn't it be funny to see the characters playing THEIR OWN GAME?
-RPD: *smirk* You may have something there.-
:p So, yeah, this story is just an excuse for me to play around with an idea I like. And before you ask -- no, I have no idea what Verne's playing. Maybe a thief.
Getting closer to Christmas, people! I'm looking forward to mostly having a day off.
-DW: We're going and getting our tree tomorrow.-
Peabody again?
-MF: Yeah. You want to explain why he sells all the holiday stuff?-
*shrug* Familiar name. Same reason the main staff at the Inkwell is Lou, Chester, and Mrs. Plum and her staff. What about the rest of it?
-TD: I can--
No!
-TD: It's not like they do any better!-
. . . Point. Martys, mind handling that on your own?
-VuM: Not a problem, Vic.-
-D: We're not that bad.-
After that Thanksgiving incident?
-VD2: That only occurred because Changeling and Narbonic were there. You have to expect that there would be a greater chance of mad science-related incidents when you have them around.-
Yeah, thank GOD they've never gotten to proper muse-level. I think I can trust you with the rest of the decorations, though. Just -- be careful, okay?
-VD: Don't worry, it'll all be fine.-
-HD: We'll even have the tree dance again.-
*giggle* I liked that.
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Date: 2007-12-16 06:38 am (UTC)D&D is good times. Biff would be an orc.
Old Werewolf was fucking sweet. I have many happy memories of playing in a Black Spiral Dancer game.
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Date: 2007-12-16 09:21 pm (UTC)Indeeden he would. A very dumb but dangerous orc.
I've heard about those guys -- they sound pretty badass.
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Date: 2007-12-17 05:28 am (UTC)BSPs were the BEST. You got to fucking plot and tear apart shit and you got mad brownie points for acting like a psycho. If D&D sessions are like hanging out with your best friends after school and playing board games, and normal White Wolf games are like getting dressed up to go to an endless series of debutante balls, Black Spiral Dancer games (and Sabbat games for that matter) are like sneaking out of your house at night to smoke crack and tool around with a bunch of burnouts and crust-punks.