Errrm, what was that I was saying about hanging out with the D&D kids with Magic Cards?

The Kingdom of Loathing

"In the Spooky Forest, you are attacked by one of the spookiest mummies you've ever seen.

This isn't saying much, though, since you've never found mummies to be particularly spooky. I mean, 'Ooooh, no! I'll have to walk slightly faster if I want to escape!' "

This is me, Crazy Annie. I'm a disco bandit!

Apparently, I have multitudes of moxie.

Never miss an opportunity....

...for public embarassment.

I've been re-reading parts from the Mists of Avalon.
Upon reflection, I have decided that I have never, ever read such a
horrible, simpering crock of poop.  Actually, no, I did, it was
the same book, but in tenth grade. And the worst part is, I am
distictly aware that I totally ate up crap like this back in high
school, hanging out with my magic-card wielding friends and wearing
peasant skirts to geometry class. We wrote secret notes to each other
written in runes.. We wanted to be medieval peasant maidens, and
wore fairy pendants we got at the mall. And now I am suffering it all
again, stupid whiny book,  reveling in all the egregarious
butcherings of  wispy celtic names, like Gwenhyfarr, or is is
Gwynyfhrrrhhhghhhkkkgghh? Very medieval. Makes me want to get all
druidic and play the harp. Rant rant rant rant.

At least I have much better taste in literature nowadays. Like Harry Potter.

From the Onion:

Because you all know how much I hate comcast (%*#!$ Bastards).

Stoopid DNC

Everyone here in Boston has their knickers in a swivet over the
Democratic National Convention this week.  Half the citizens have
abandoned ship for the berkshires or new hampshire, and the rest of us
have battened the hatches. Our major highways have been blocked off, so
all thoughts of spending weekends on the north shore- let alone brief
shortcuts over memorial drive- have been completely kaiboshed. I
overhear people talking about whether they have spotted any
"Delegates", as if they are some kind of crazy aliens which are
distinguishable from ordinary Bostonians. Businesses have shut down,
taken vacay, or are simply not answering the phones; should you need a
taxi, or a plumber, forget about it until post-DNC. And we even have a special spot for protesters, outside of the FleetCenter.

Rodents

Yesterday, I met a capybara at the zoo. Not exactly this capybara, but a different one, same fur, same drowsy expression. It is often naptime in capybara-land.

Here is Audrey, my darling guinea pig. Like her south american cousins, she is fond of mid-morning siestas, eating grass, snuffling around.

I have no idea what day it is.

Oh, hey, look up there! xanga just helped me out.

Totally worth the twenty-five bucks.

Here's a picture.

Ahh, the life of a fashion diva:

margaritas-brunch-evening

Greetings on the fly from norfolk, va! adventures have thus far included: driving across the ocean, eating krispy kreme donuts, getting macked on by a guy who resembles the owen wilson character in the royal tenenbaums, having a dream that i met god and he was a scruffy bartender in a dive bar, trying not to get killed at the econo-lodge, and walking on the beach at night in purple kitten heels. today keith and kat are getting married- a much bigger adventure than any i've ever tried.....hmm...