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Jedi Whup-Ass and Bad Puns.
May. 18th, 2002 12:19 pmSo I saw Attack of the Clones yesterday. I went in expecting the movie to royally suck, and to my surprise, it didn't. Though, I think I agree with everyone else with the fact that the last 45 minutes of the movie make this episode really shine. A lot of characters open cans of Jedi Whup-ass, and I was giddy the whole time, I think. I was wondering about that. It wasn't meant to be funny, but it was more of an 'Oh My God, this is so cool!' feeling.
Also, I went gaming last night. D&D. Okay, in the game, our characters were at a Palace Party in a culmination of a plotline that was taking us months. We realize, during the party, that we're being scried upon by the Palace Wizards.
(For those who don't know. Scry/to be scried on: To be spied on by magical means, such as a crystal ball).
So, Kit, who plays our Half-Orc Cleric, speaks up. "Well, it their party, they can scry if they want to."
This caused the 'Argh Chorus' to occur at our table, with fervent promises to get revenge on Kit for her horrible, horrible pun.
(Another note: The 'Argh Chrous.' When someone at a gaming table says a pun so bad, so odius, that everyone else at the table goes 'ARGH!' and groans.)
So, I have my nephew's 1st Brithday party today. Not too bad. And it will end by 6, I'm guessing. I'm thinking of going down to the store afterwards. They'll be open late, and it's possible Michael might be there.
But, somedays I wonder why I bother. Nothing going to happen, just like it always doesn't. It's a simple thing, and it never happens that way. I...just once, I want someone I like to fucking like me back. My friends really aren't much of a help, and it's not like one of them throws themself out of their closet when I get rejected. I keep feeling like I'm out of options.
I want to finish this, tonight. Or get it over with, whichever. I'm tired of things like this going unresolved. I'm...tired of being left out. I'm tired of not being real.
Also, I went gaming last night. D&D. Okay, in the game, our characters were at a Palace Party in a culmination of a plotline that was taking us months. We realize, during the party, that we're being scried upon by the Palace Wizards.
(For those who don't know. Scry/to be scried on: To be spied on by magical means, such as a crystal ball).
So, Kit, who plays our Half-Orc Cleric, speaks up. "Well, it their party, they can scry if they want to."
This caused the 'Argh Chorus' to occur at our table, with fervent promises to get revenge on Kit for her horrible, horrible pun.
(Another note: The 'Argh Chrous.' When someone at a gaming table says a pun so bad, so odius, that everyone else at the table goes 'ARGH!' and groans.)
So, I have my nephew's 1st Brithday party today. Not too bad. And it will end by 6, I'm guessing. I'm thinking of going down to the store afterwards. They'll be open late, and it's possible Michael might be there.
But, somedays I wonder why I bother. Nothing going to happen, just like it always doesn't. It's a simple thing, and it never happens that way. I...just once, I want someone I like to fucking like me back. My friends really aren't much of a help, and it's not like one of them throws themself out of their closet when I get rejected. I keep feeling like I'm out of options.
I want to finish this, tonight. Or get it over with, whichever. I'm tired of things like this going unresolved. I'm...tired of being left out. I'm tired of not being real.