it's a convoluted mess
I had hope when I woke up this morning that the weather reports had been greatly exaggerated. And then I opened the blinds. And saw white. The forecast said it was going to start snowing in the middle of the night, last all day, all night, and into Tuesday morning, accumulating eight to twelve inches. Last recorded total I saw was ten inches. And while that was during a lull in the action, it’s still… Keep reading…Won’t mention tomorrow…
I got a postcard in the mail telling me I need to renew my driver’s license by my birthday because it’s expiring. I’m glad they sent the postcard or I would have never known. I never look at my license. I never need it for anything. Considering I have a week and a half before my birthday, I should probably get my ass to the DMV. It’s about three miles from my house and it’s… Keep reading…White washed walls…
My house smells like bacon. Because bacon. I made bacon, egg, and cheese paninis for dinner. I had eggs that needed to get used and we bought real bacon (thick-cut even) recently. We rarely buy real bacon. We have a supply of turkey bacon in the freezer. It tastes okay…bacon-ish…but it’s just not the same. Every time we have it I feel like I’m being cheated. I also made pumpkin banana bread. So my house… Keep reading…Everyone’s running…
Fat Chocobo. That is all. — All We Are Matt Nathanson
I started playing Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn a few months ago. It’s the current FF MMO. (It’s the revamp/relaunch of FFXIV from a few years ago that failed epically.) Bob started playing at launch last year, but I wasn’t in the right mindset to pick up a new MMO at the time. He finally lured me into it with Chocobos and Moogles. They are EVERYWHERE. You also eventually get your own Chocobo who… Keep reading…Final Fantasy Fourteen…
I want a tattoo. Once upon a time I swore I’d never get one because someday I’d be old and that tattoo would be stupid and I’d regret it. Now I just want one. Because why the hell not? My story characters frequently have them. And every time I focus on the design and meaning behind a fictional person’s permanent ink, I start to think more about getting ink for myself. So what’s stopping me?… Keep reading…Ink…lings…