Adventures
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nireena here... *dot dot dot* (lyrics not so work safe) Bunnies probably shouldn't be so worried about this stuff.
Today was fun, if slightly marred by the evil cramp fairy. Ow. Ah well. All that really meant is that I wound up having to sit down a lot during the adventures.
After hanging out, chinese food, gargantuan log haulers (that's a truck, not a euphamism), interesting gamer chat and Batman cartoons this morning atmorlock's I was kidnapped by the inle_rah and the gossamer_gull, and together we went in search of the Montague Book Mill, which, due to inle making her perception+alertness roll, turned out to be less of a hunt than it could've been, considering we had no idea where the fuck it was. (Which is only appropriate, considering their slogan.) We wandered around through there for a while, and I ended up making a S-C-K-ikkah purchase, as well as also getting The Missing Piece. (I already had the sequel.) I'm more and more convinced that those maladjusted Zoloft bubbles were bitten directly from Shel Silverstein as time goes on. I also had to get a bumper sticker while I was there. I don't have a car yet, but now I have something to put on it when I do - for now it can live on my door. And note to self - the Lady Killegrew cafe serves a positively delicious cup of cocoa. ooh, cocoa. What a good idea...
Anyway, I've been slowly amassing a collection of places around the area to go once I am endowed with license and vehicle, places like the Whately Truck Stop, the Peace Pagoda, Cranberry Lake, Shelburne Falls (even though you can't climb around the glacial potholes anymore), the Java Hut, and anything along Rt. 2. And now that I actually know how to find the Book Mill (and that they have a wonderful cup of cocoa and wireless internet - go figure!), that's made the list as well. Which is good, as I have to make it there sometime when it's not winter - the last time I was there it was December as well.
After passing and commenting on the tacky Christmas lights on people's houses (why the lit reindeer? why?) down rt. 47, we ended up parking in downtown Northampton and wandering around window shopping. well, not so window, I think we all bought stuff. I got lights to put into the front windows tomorrow, and a couple more presents.
I detoured a bit from the gathered company to pick up my iPod from the office, and scared myself silly by failing to punch in the correct code for the office security alarm the first time I tried it. I rejoined the gull and the inle at Taipei and Tokyo, even though I was too full and ill-feeling to partake of the chinese. Which probably aided my justified snarkiness about the metrosexual yuppie blabbing loudly on his cell one table down. ("What would you like to order?" "Some silence, please?") We discussed ideas such as inserting the proverb "silence is golden" into this guys fortune cookie, or simply passing him a sugar packet with "SHUT UP!" written across it, but we ended up doing neither, and the guy left anyway. Jeezus. I guess I can still have a cell and yet thoroughly hate cell phone users. I mean really. A small restaurant is not the place to have a loud conversation about how you will only shower at the Four Seasons as opposed to the Y.
came home and fiercely cuddled the girl, so fiercely I fell asleep - was awakened about an hour ago by my back seizing up again. Stupid indoor plumbing. Should've known it was going to be a bad one this time around - usually I get zero physical PMS signs, but this time I swear I felt like I sustained some heavy punches to the tits. Not that anyone was complaining about my suddenly going up a whole cup size. Cleavage good. Pain bad. Advil and cocoa now.
nireena here... *dot dot dot* (lyrics not so work safe) Bunnies probably shouldn't be so worried about this stuff.Today was fun, if slightly marred by the evil cramp fairy. Ow. Ah well. All that really meant is that I wound up having to sit down a lot during the adventures.
After hanging out, chinese food, gargantuan log haulers (that's a truck, not a euphamism), interesting gamer chat and Batman cartoons this morning at
morlock's I was kidnapped by the inle_rah and the gossamer_gull, and together we went in search of the Montague Book Mill, which, due to inle making her perception+alertness roll, turned out to be less of a hunt than it could've been, considering we had no idea where the fuck it was. (Which is only appropriate, considering their slogan.) We wandered around through there for a while, and I ended up making a S-C-K-ikkah purchase, as well as also getting The Missing Piece. (I already had the sequel.) I'm more and more convinced that those maladjusted Zoloft bubbles were bitten directly from Shel Silverstein as time goes on. I also had to get a bumper sticker while I was there. I don't have a car yet, but now I have something to put on it when I do - for now it can live on my door. And note to self - the Lady Killegrew cafe serves a positively delicious cup of cocoa. ooh, cocoa. What a good idea...Anyway, I've been slowly amassing a collection of places around the area to go once I am endowed with license and vehicle, places like the Whately Truck Stop, the Peace Pagoda, Cranberry Lake, Shelburne Falls (even though you can't climb around the glacial potholes anymore), the Java Hut, and anything along Rt. 2. And now that I actually know how to find the Book Mill (and that they have a wonderful cup of cocoa and wireless internet - go figure!), that's made the list as well. Which is good, as I have to make it there sometime when it's not winter - the last time I was there it was December as well.
After passing and commenting on the tacky Christmas lights on people's houses (why the lit reindeer? why?) down rt. 47, we ended up parking in downtown Northampton and wandering around window shopping. well, not so window, I think we all bought stuff. I got lights to put into the front windows tomorrow, and a couple more presents.
I detoured a bit from the gathered company to pick up my iPod from the office, and scared myself silly by failing to punch in the correct code for the office security alarm the first time I tried it. I rejoined the gull and the inle at Taipei and Tokyo, even though I was too full and ill-feeling to partake of the chinese. Which probably aided my justified snarkiness about the metrosexual yuppie blabbing loudly on his cell one table down. ("What would you like to order?" "Some silence, please?") We discussed ideas such as inserting the proverb "silence is golden" into this guys fortune cookie, or simply passing him a sugar packet with "SHUT UP!" written across it, but we ended up doing neither, and the guy left anyway. Jeezus. I guess I can still have a cell and yet thoroughly hate cell phone users. I mean really. A small restaurant is not the place to have a loud conversation about how you will only shower at the Four Seasons as opposed to the Y.
came home and fiercely cuddled the girl, so fiercely I fell asleep - was awakened about an hour ago by my back seizing up again. Stupid indoor plumbing. Should've known it was going to be a bad one this time around - usually I get zero physical PMS signs, but this time I swear I felt like I sustained some heavy punches to the tits. Not that anyone was complaining about my suddenly going up a whole cup size. Cleavage good. Pain bad. Advil and cocoa now.
