Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

If you haven't already booked a room at the Doubletree Hotel for Anime North 2006 yet...you might want to. Really fast. As in: rooms with 2 double beds are gone, rooms with 1 king-sized and a pull-out couch are also gone, and rooms with 1 queen-sized bed and a pull-out couch seem to be very much an endangered species.

Just fyi.

In other news: there is a grand spanking total of 1 day left before the kiosk gets stripped down, pulled apart and removed. Mel's bringing the accelerants. I would bring the beer, but they don't allow open alcohol inside the mall. So we're probably just going to set the kiosk ablaze and drink to its demise outside in the parking lot.

Mel's happy about this. So very, very, very, very, very happy.

Very happy.
posted by Phillip at 8:32 PM

 

Toss rose petals into the streets, ring down angels from on high with sounding trumpets, and let loose hordes of Munchkins who can begin singing, "Ding dong, the witch is dead." The kiosk's days are numbered, and the number in question is in single digits.

Word finally came down from on high today that the kiosk will not be a permanent entity. Which is just as well, since Mel probably would have rendered it a fiery, permanent entity...at least until the fire department removed its charred corpse from the mall.

I must admit that on a very personal if not selfish level, I for one am rather glad to know that the kiosk will be disappearing before the coming weekend is out. It means fewer headaches, less people to wrangle, and a much more simplified schedule for everyone. The fact that I think working at the kiosk was slowly driving Mel into a downward spiral lying somewhere between "depression" and "how many times can I puncture somebody's eyes with this rusty mitten?" also counts for added relief.

Very soon, there will be a gaping emptiness in the mall corridor where the winter kiosk used to be. I have never been brought so close to tears by this company. Well...actually, I have been brought to tears by this company multiple times. It's just for once they'll be tear of joy.

Today's Lesson: when you go to the bank to trade larger bills for small change and coin rolls, it's probably a good idea to show up with the larger bills you plan on exchanging.
posted by Phillip at 7:23 PM

 

It is late. Or early. Regardless of your perception of 2am, it still doesn't deny the fact that it's really dark and quiet outside. Mel's currently asleep--after having consumed most of a bottle of strawberry Zinfandel and pretty much an entire bottle of champagne. (I filled up a glass of said champagne for myself, set it down to answer a phone call, and returned a few seconds later to discover that Mel solved the "half full/half empty" quandary by rendering my glass 100% empty.)

Today's seen many interesting things...other than a very giggly Mel-chan. Votes have been cast. Minority governments have fallen. In their place minority governments have risen up. And there's probably a good chance this may get repeated in about another 6 months. I'm not sure whether making a comment about "and the great circle of life continues" would wind up sounding sarcastic or tragic.

Ah, but what about the weekend? Well, admittedly most everyone else has waxed ecstatic about YsaCon, so it would seem almost moot. But hey, I have my memories and my highlights. I mean, with 20+ people, and pretty much the entire core fancrew together since...well, what feels like a really long time for me, you can't go wrong.

I learned a new food-cutting technique from Roupen, who also made kick-ass Pad Thai. Just as amazing was how I managed to remain in the kitchen, surrounded by pointy objects and stove burners, and inflicted no harm upon anyone or anything. I must be losing my touch. Oh well, there's always Donna's Sim version of me to fix that.

Gabe demonstrated that despite only being a year old, he understands Fanboys seating rules by stealing Gary's chair seconds after Gary vacated it. Then again, Gabe also seemed to enjoy alternating between giving me a sort of kiss/raspberry hybrid and yanking on my lips, so I don't know if we should really count that.

Ysabet squeaked and jumped around and glomped and revealed that she's written a Fruba fic filled with lemony goodness. If someone were to have made a bet with me last week that she of all people would write a lemon, I'd have been out $20. Ysa and Ginny (as well as a number of others) also spent a great deal of time explaining the virtues of LiveJournal, and asked why I had not yet signed up with LiveJournal, and that if I did not sign up with LiveJournal by Anime North 2006, grievous physical harm was going to be inflicted upon me. I have no details yet if said harm means they're just going to stick me in a kitchen with lots of pointy objects and stove burners, and let nature/Darwin run its course, but we'll see.

Which reminds me: I must check and see if the two aforementioned conspirators have in fact created the new "lesbian tea" icon they were mentioning Sunday night.

...and suddenly Gaffney's idle glance at this little bit of nowhere turns into a double take.

My work here is done.


Today's Lesson: the foil around the top of a bottle of strawberry Zinfandel, after spending some time in the fridge, has a remarkably sharp edge that apparently is carnivorous and enjoys going after fingertips, as my bandaged finger now attests to.(Yes, yes, I'm well aware: I was just bested by tin foil.)
posted by Phillip at 10:40 PM