15 March 2001
Last year: "I should tell the journal tomorrow what a fantastic bullshit artist I am,"
"I have a scrap of paper next to the computer," Karen told me on Instant Messenger yesterday. "It has K.T.'s e-mail address, the phrase 'tantric helicopter sex,' and www.cheapass.com. I think I'll burn it before my parents get home."
Except that each item is perfectly innocent. No, really! Surely you'll grant me the relative innocence of a friend's e-mail address. Okay? Okay.
The other two are, in fact, my fault. Karen and I had been chatting earlier in the day about the strange searches that have resulted in hits for my page. "Tantric helicopter sex" is, I believe, my all-time favorite search hit.
And then yesterday, Matt came home with what looks like a great, hysterically funny game, called Before I Kill You, Mr. Bond... from Cheapass Games. The short version of the game: You're a supervillian, trying to lure spies into your lair and kill them. You get extra points if you play a "taunt" card on the spy before killing him. (Taunting the spy makes it easier for him to escape.) I'd shared with Karen the one Matt read to my that simply put me on the floor laughing: "Now I'm going to leave you to die in this moldy dungeon, with nothing but your perfectly ordinary-looking watch!" It still makes me giggle. Yeah, I watch Bond movies strictly for the gadgets.
See? All perfectly reasonable!
But yeah, I think Karen should burn that piece of paper before her parents get back from vacation. Some things just aren't worth explaining...
My dad is coming up to the office today, to meet several people for lunch. That will be nice - I haven't actually seen my dad for a couple of weeks, though we talked on the phone just a few days ago. Alas for me, he's bringing along a friend who, while he's a real pistol of a guy, smells constantly of sour milk. Everyone keep your fingers crossed for me that I'll be able to eat anything.
Along with the Cheapass game, Matt had bought a 7th Sea book, the Invisible College sourcebook. "It's a good thing that's not what I bought you for our anniversary," I teased him. (He's the one who came up with the rule that we can't buy things for ourselves for a month before gift-giving occasions.)
He looked indignant. "The Month Of No Buying doesn't start until Sunday." He suddenly brightened. "That's why I haven't gotten you anything yet! I'm waiting for the Month to begin!"
It might have worked, if he hadn't spent the last week complaining that he didn't have any idea what to get me.
Word of the Day:
ignominious - undignified; dishonorable; despicable; humiliating
Currently Reading:
- Plan B by Steve Miller and Sharon Lee
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