Thursday, April 22, 2010

Booze, and lack thereof.

With an increase in professionalism and and busy-ness has come a lack of pissed-ness. Woe! So tonight I drank some Glayva (only booze left in the house, bar tequila, and you really don't want tequila blogging). And I'm blogging. I love you blogging, you're awesome. The only thing I love more than you, blogging, is twittering. Damn Twitter, it is the whore that stole my heart. I hate it, but I can't look away.

The news? Well, work has gone from pretty part time with me looking after the kids, to Glen looking after the kids a lot, and me working. Dammit. This was never the plan. The problem is wanting it allll. I want to choose the stock, I want to meet the customers, and I want to hang with the kiddies. Things have been a little stressful, truth be told. But probably 500% better than when Glen was working full time, so genuinely quite happy. Stress is part of any successful business.

And with that willowly wafty yawny lame-o update, I'm off to add eggs to the donburi.

Monday, April 05, 2010

Are you geddon it?

Yesterday we went to Armageddon. Oh my, what an eye opener that turned out to be. I have no idea what we were expecting, but let me say we were not expecting the be-costumed soft parts of so many youth. And by soft parts I do not mean rude bits. Just their bodies.

Once we overcame our shock, we got on with the business of enjoying ourselves. It was heaven for the kids, there were storm troopers roaming, or maybe there was just one, but he was a friendly chap and waved to everyone. There was a blue man, not a Smurf, erm, is Nav-i the term I'm after? And then we glanced in at the speeches, and this bloke was speaking -> he was funny, and he was wearing sandals and socks, and talked about how he was concentrating on his "visual art" and his "wire sculptures". I was just impressed he was on Benson and Boston Legal. Oh, and Star Trek, there was a reason he was at Armageddon.

Following that was the very surreal experience of seeing the little black woman with the squeaky voice, from Police Academy (I was going to mention her big boobs, but I don't want to seem uncouth) singing a Tina Turner song. That was utterly weird.

Fortunately she was joined by that bloke from Police Academy, Michael Winslow, who does the sound effects. He was quite awesome, and did a whole scene from Star Wars.

I think we've geeked out enough for maybe the rest of our lives, although I have to say, while it didn't seem fun at the time, I'm kind of pleased we went.