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I do this to myself, really
Oh wow, I apparently haven't been around for awhile. I had a birthday on Thursday. A minor mob of friends and I went to CBC to celebrate, which was great because I haven't seen a few of them in a while.
In a hilarious bit of "this is how my family operates", the card my parents sent me ahead of the gift they sent me came in a pink envelope. Now, I dislike the color, which means of course my mother loves threatening to buy me things in that color because I react by exaggerating my dislike ("If you're very good, I'll buy you this pink dress." "Well then, I'll just have to be a terrible human being!"), so of course I assume this is my mother giving me a hard time. As it turns out, she didn't realize until she was sending the card and had the "oh shit" moment, and apologized. I told her it was funnier my way and that clearly this was all according to her master plan. :)
Last night, Yarmond outdid himself in selections for this year's annual bad movie marathon for my birthday. The ground rules are a) I am not allowed to know the lineup beforehand, and b) I have to stay for every movie. This year had The Hero of Time, a fanmade film based on The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time; Airborne, starring Sean Bean (who of course dies), Torri Higginson, and some other people I don't remember; and Birdemic: Shock and Terror, with Rifftrax, which is the worst hippie ecological movie EVER. We wouldn't have survived the last one without Rifftrax. It has a 2 on IMDB. It was painful. Actually, that's probably an understatement.
I've also apparently found myself watching Warehouse 13 from the beginning. Why was I not watching this show sooner?
In a hilarious bit of "this is how my family operates", the card my parents sent me ahead of the gift they sent me came in a pink envelope. Now, I dislike the color, which means of course my mother loves threatening to buy me things in that color because I react by exaggerating my dislike ("If you're very good, I'll buy you this pink dress." "Well then, I'll just have to be a terrible human being!"), so of course I assume this is my mother giving me a hard time. As it turns out, she didn't realize until she was sending the card and had the "oh shit" moment, and apologized. I told her it was funnier my way and that clearly this was all according to her master plan. :)
Last night, Yarmond outdid himself in selections for this year's annual bad movie marathon for my birthday. The ground rules are a) I am not allowed to know the lineup beforehand, and b) I have to stay for every movie. This year had The Hero of Time, a fanmade film based on The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time; Airborne, starring Sean Bean (who of course dies), Torri Higginson, and some other people I don't remember; and Birdemic: Shock and Terror, with Rifftrax, which is the worst hippie ecological movie EVER. We wouldn't have survived the last one without Rifftrax. It has a 2 on IMDB. It was painful. Actually, that's probably an understatement.
I've also apparently found myself watching Warehouse 13 from the beginning. Why was I not watching this show sooner?
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(I've found that I apparently really like Claudia. I mean, Myka is freaking awesome. But somehow I was a little surprised that I found the geeky, young techie awesome too. Okay, put it that way, and I'm apparently keeping memos from myself now.)