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!

 


So, holy crap: I woke up at the start of this week, and April had somehow unannouncedly turned on me to become May. Which means Anime North is creeping up towards me like a scary Bogeyman waiting to pop out of the closet and yell, "No time left!"

...if, you know, scary Bogeyman did that sort of thing. I suppose they could shout "No time left" to herald their arrival, but unless they messily devoured you first, all they'd really make you do is soil yourself (and thusly render yourself very non-edible). Unless there's a new breed of sadistic, vegetarian Bogeymen running loose in our closets.

I'll have Mel go check first.

Yet for all the sudden rushes that must be done before the post-May Two-Four weekend, everything still seems to be holding together at a manageable level. I think. I hope. The Confic has its rough draft done, so all that remains is tweaking the script and gathering the props. Fortuitously, most of the props were written in solely because I already have them floating around the apartment. Or so the theory goes, as I've already discovered that the cat has made off with one of the mini-Predator figures I used to have.

In addition, prep work for a special "How To Write Bad Fanfiction and Garner Wide Acclaim For Yourself As An Infamously Terrible Author (Hey, It Worked For Oscar, Why Not You?)" panel is motoring along with the collaborative efforts of Sean Gaffney, Nightbreak and Steve Savage. I'd like to single them out for blame if any ideas or stories that emerge from this panel end up finding their way onto the Interwebs, and cause otaku's heads to explode.

Especially the ones with the random Digimon sex scenes....

Beyond that, there's been the usual deluge of "why are you all clamouring for my attention now when I have very little time to devote to you?" I have seen the Ironman movie and reveled in the cool geekery of it. I also got to spend two days alternating between vomiting, shaking profusely with the chills and acute nausea. Sometimes I had the near-nirvanic joy of experiencing all three at once.

(This all didn't come from from seeing Ironman, however. Though these symptoms did show up after I had to displeasure of watching Catwoman when Kevin ripped it for us to riff.)

But at the very least, the sickness didn't stop me from going out and procuring MST3K: The Movie on DVD. Yep, it's finally back in release, which makes me grateful I didn't shell out $400 for one of the rare Ebay ones that popped up occasionally. The DVD is incredibly bare-bones, with just a 'Play' and a 'Subtitle' option on the main menu. Still...there's something to be said for throwing the much-loved movie on and quoting nearly all the riffs.

Mel: "Yeah, it says something all right: you're a geek."

Me: "Correction: sexy geek!"

Mel: *audible snickers*

Other than, I've been powering through the Nadescio anime again...and also puzzling over why the Gekiganger-3 recap episode has apparently broken poor Mel. Which reminds me: I need to find out of the Nadesico movie was ever picked up for NA release, and if so how much it would cost me to acquire it.

Um...I should add something witty here in closing, shouldn't I? Hey, how about distracting you all with a retrospective post--the second bit of nowhere I ever did, no less!

For a moment, the word of the day could very well have been: "AAAAARRRRGGGHH!!!" (Give or take an exclamation point, of course)

This was brought on by an inherent lack of mayonnaise for my sandwich at lunchtime, which unto itself was a problem since the deli meat in question was chicken. And not just any sort of generic chicken deli meat, but black forest chicken meat. I'm not entirely sure what breeds of flightless poultry live in the forest wilds of east Europe (as the term "black forest" would tend to imply), but they go very well with mayonnaise. Upon discovering the mayonnaise and lack thereof, I went through the usual stages of panic:

1. Curiousity. ("That's funny, I could have sworn it was here on the top shelf.")

2. Consternation. ("Dammit, this is no longer funny. Where is it?")

3. Denial. ("There must still be mayonnaise here. I couldn't have finished the jar that fast!")

4. Withdrawal. ("Can't...breathe...without mayonnaise...on sandwich!")

5. Fear. ("Did someone steal my mayonnaise?!")

6. Even more fear. ("They could still be in the house! My mustard could be next!")

7. Self-preservation. ("Well, better the mustard than me.")

8. And finally, calm logic. ("I swear I'll hunt down the bastard responsible, and give him a lesson in tantric yoga with this 2x4!!")

In the end, someone had just left the mayonnaise out on the counter, and I in my blind panic and homicidal notions had simply failed to notice its innocuous presence. So all was well, and the potential "AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!" day was averted.

Now some of you may be scratching your heads right now and asking yourselves, "Why not just go with the mustard then?" Well, black forest chicken is not spicy, and as such I have found that its taste is better complimented by mayonnaise. That's just me, so don't sic a 'Mustard Is Better!' crusade on me, okay?

As a footnote, the rest of the day has come and gone without another "ARGH!" moment, so I am quite content. I have also learned a valuable lesson about putting away your condiments after you're done using them. I feel sufficiently enlightened and enthralled that I shall sleep much easier tonight, and I hope all of you out there do too.

Labels: Mel denying my sexy-geek status, movies I watch when I should be writing the AN08 Confic, the mayo rant, vegetarian Bogeymen

posted by Phillip at 7:04 PM