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Dec. 13th, 2009 12:05 am- 22:06 Was there ever such a thing as sex telegraphing? You know, like proto-cybering? #
- 22:30 Wow, some of the Taj Mahal waitresses were showing some major boobage. #
Dec. 13th, 2009
Whirlwind Winter Weekend
Dec. 13th, 2009 07:07 pmThis past weekend, I stayed in a hotel room with three girls, and lost my underwear. This is all true, but misleading. Let me explain. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bethje's uncle Harry had gotten us a free room at the Taj Mahal in Atlantic City, and the original plan was for Beth and me to go to Brooklyn on Friday night for Stephanie Myers' party, then drive back down to the hotel with her, therealtavie, and Gina. The first part worked out all right, although I have to say I don't particularly enjoy bars. It isn't even that I'm not much of a drinker (I'm not, but I'm willing to make exceptions when around friends), but rather, to paraphrase a beloved holiday curmudgeon, "all the NOISE, NOISE, NOISE, NOISE!" Anyway, the next day, Stephanie and Gina both announced they were too sick to go, so instead we went to Atlantic City with Tavie and her friend Stephanie Appel (because Tavie has a backlog of Stephanies waiting in the wings {g}). That night, we ate at the House of Blues at the Showboat, where most of the food was cajun barbecue stuff. As many of you know, I tend to be a very picky eater. I like to eat, but one spice or ingredient I don't care for can ruin the experience for me. Yeah, I know I'm childish in that respect. Anyway, I had a pepperoni pizza, which is pretty hard to mess up. My companions did a little bit of gambling, but didn't win anything. We also didn't do much walking on the Boardwalk, since it was really cold on Saturday, and cold AND rainy today. We DID get to stay in a swanky hotel room without paying for it, though, so that's something. Oh, and as for the underwear, it turned out I'd put it in with my dirty clothes even though I hadn't worn it yet, so it worked out all right.
Also this weekend, I read a little bit of Lost Girls, Alan Moore's graphic (and I DO mean "graphic") novel series about children's book characters having crazy sex. As disturbing as that is, I'm not even sure the smut bothered me as much as the fact that there really wasn't any fantasy in it that I could see. As a fantasy fan, I don't like to see my beloved other-worlds reduced to Freudian fever dreams, you know? And of the Lost Girls themselves, only Wendy seemed to be at all in character. Dorothy just struck me as a European stereotype of an American. Eh, whatever. These are the hazards of the public domain, I suppose.
bethje's uncle Harry had gotten us a free room at the Taj Mahal in Atlantic City, and the original plan was for Beth and me to go to Brooklyn on Friday night for Stephanie Myers' party, then drive back down to the hotel with her, therealtavie, and Gina. The first part worked out all right, although I have to say I don't particularly enjoy bars. It isn't even that I'm not much of a drinker (I'm not, but I'm willing to make exceptions when around friends), but rather, to paraphrase a beloved holiday curmudgeon, "all the NOISE, NOISE, NOISE, NOISE!" Anyway, the next day, Stephanie and Gina both announced they were too sick to go, so instead we went to Atlantic City with Tavie and her friend Stephanie Appel (because Tavie has a backlog of Stephanies waiting in the wings {g}). That night, we ate at the House of Blues at the Showboat, where most of the food was cajun barbecue stuff. As many of you know, I tend to be a very picky eater. I like to eat, but one spice or ingredient I don't care for can ruin the experience for me. Yeah, I know I'm childish in that respect. Anyway, I had a pepperoni pizza, which is pretty hard to mess up. My companions did a little bit of gambling, but didn't win anything. We also didn't do much walking on the Boardwalk, since it was really cold on Saturday, and cold AND rainy today. We DID get to stay in a swanky hotel room without paying for it, though, so that's something. Oh, and as for the underwear, it turned out I'd put it in with my dirty clothes even though I hadn't worn it yet, so it worked out all right.Also this weekend, I read a little bit of Lost Girls, Alan Moore's graphic (and I DO mean "graphic") novel series about children's book characters having crazy sex. As disturbing as that is, I'm not even sure the smut bothered me as much as the fact that there really wasn't any fantasy in it that I could see. As a fantasy fan, I don't like to see my beloved other-worlds reduced to Freudian fever dreams, you know? And of the Lost Girls themselves, only Wendy seemed to be at all in character. Dorothy just struck me as a European stereotype of an American. Eh, whatever. These are the hazards of the public domain, I suppose.
Big Man on Krampus
Dec. 13th, 2009 10:53 pmI'm sure you know by now that I have an interest in monsters. It isn't even so much that I like to be scared as that I just like weird-looking creatures. And I know I'm not the only one, due to the fact that the Krampus seems to be gaining popularity in the online world. So what's a Krampus? Most of you probably already know, but he's basically the Anti-Santa. In Alpine lands, when St. Nicholas makes his rounds distributing presents to the good kids, the bad ones are beaten with a switch by this demonic dude. In fact, it's said that he takes REALLY bad ones to Hell in a handbasket, and I mean that literally. Krampusfest is celebrated on the night of 5 December, right before St. Nicholas' Day, and it involves people dressing up like the holiday devil. Images of the Krampus vary, but he pretty much always has horns and what might be considered a typical demonic face.
( Please, Krampus, don't hurt 'em. )
I don't have too much to say about the cartoons tonight. The Simpsons episode was pretty low-key, but it had its moments, and I think it did a decent job of explaining Bart's reasons for wanting a brother. The Cleveland Show and Family Guy had a few funny moments, including the Jeremy Irons and House bits in the latter, but were rather weak overall. I obviously don't expect these shows to be totally realistic, but the way Peter took over the company was pretty unconvincing even for a Family Guy plot. American Dad, on the other hand, was a fantasy episode, but it still worked. I did wonder how they were going to end it, but I think they did a pretty good job with that, without having to resort to it all being Stan's dream. Klaus WILL still be alive in the next episode, though, right?
And then there's this:
( Please, Krampus, don't hurt 'em. )
I don't have too much to say about the cartoons tonight. The Simpsons episode was pretty low-key, but it had its moments, and I think it did a decent job of explaining Bart's reasons for wanting a brother. The Cleveland Show and Family Guy had a few funny moments, including the Jeremy Irons and House bits in the latter, but were rather weak overall. I obviously don't expect these shows to be totally realistic, but the way Peter took over the company was pretty unconvincing even for a Family Guy plot. American Dad, on the other hand, was a fantasy episode, but it still worked. I did wonder how they were going to end it, but I think they did a pretty good job with that, without having to resort to it all being Stan's dream. Klaus WILL still be alive in the next episode, though, right?
And then there's this:
O tidings of comfort and vovat,
Comfort and vovat.
God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen
from the Christmas Song Generator.
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