What I’ve learned from Fable 2
May 17th
I know I’m a little behind the times, but lately I have been on a HUGE Fable 2 kick. Never played it before now, and I can’t seem to get enough of it. It’s like a sickness, really. Last night I was telling Snackpants about what I have learned from playing the game nonstop for the last few days, and here is a brief rundown of what comes to mind.
1. Bigamy is never a good idea, especially when you are dumb enough to house all of your spouses in the same small town (pocket dimensions not withstanding).
2. Even when they’re digital, it’s sad when your babies are taken away from you.
3. When buying rental properties, it’s important to raid them for any usable items before letting someone else live there.
4. Everyone should have a pet that never needs to be taken outside… or fed… or walked.
5. When using deadly weapons to pursue justice, why not add special devices that let you get paid when the bad guys die?!?
6. I do not want to have bright blue scars on my real face.
Posting Fail!
Mar 16th
So it’s been like 3 months since I posted anything, which is super lame of me. But here is a photo of what I’ve been up to since December:
More to come later, after I do a bit of a reload, methinks. 
Bah Humbug!
Dec 4th
Okay, so let’s *not* talk about the fact that it’s been about 6 weeks since my last post. I was reminded of this fact today when a coworker of Joey Snackpants asked if I was going to discuss my Oreo-induced freakish dreams on my blog (the answer is definitely not). We’re going to talk about something else.
Namely: Christmas shopping.
Being female, I think it’s generally expected that I both A) enjoy Christmas shopping and B) can be described as good at it. Despite what the male population may think, not all women have a natural talent for such things. While my friend Lyn has this amazing knack for finding the perfect gift for anyone, and doing so on a budget, I tend to sit and wonder what the heck I am going to do!!!
Being far removed from all of my friends and generally having no idea what they already have, need or want, it’s a bit perplexing to me where to begin on this matter. By some miracle I have managed to figure out what Snackpants is getting, though he won’t have any idea until he reads it here.
I would like to give mad props to Amazon for introducing the Universal WishList feature, and now they even have an option to ‘bookmark’ something on a person’s wish list if you are picking it somewhere else, thereby eliminating the problem of double gifting. Which has nothing to do with what I got for Snackpants. Or does it?
Regardless, we are 21 days, exactly 3 weeks out from Christmas Day, and I have no idea what to get half the people I would like to buy for! Never mind the fact that the Snacktacular holiday party is only a week away and several gifts must be procured by that time.
Christmas Elves! I need some guidance here!
BEWARE the Business of Gainesville!
Oct 27th
Last night, as Snackpants and I were driving from our home in Middle Georgia back to Orlando, we made a slight detour in Gainesville to partake of one of my favorite chains: Tijuana Flats. Because the closest one to us is in Jacksonville, every time we come back to Orlando I insist that we have it at least once. Due to time constraints and pre-existing plans for this trip, Gainesville was really our only option.
The TomTom faithfully got us to the UF Plaza where the Tijuana’s is located, and we proceeded to park my car in the lot before enjoying some of the tasty goodness. We were in there for about 30 minutes and upon returning to the parking lot, Snackpants says…
“Where’s the car?”
It took a few minutes for my anxiety to fully kick into gear. I stared up and down the row, knowing full well that the car had been there and now there was a different, not-my vehicle parked in its place. I admit that I even did a ‘faculties’ check in my mind to see if I had gone insane.
Now, instead of being a rational human being, my mind automatically went to the worst possible scenario: someone stole my car. It took about 30 seconds for me to begin bawling on the sidewalk and mentally running through the list of everything we had just lost: 3 laptops, 2 iPods, my digital camera, my knitting. I ran the mental circle of “well, we have to report it stolen, but the VIN number is on the car and the registration is IN the car along with the insurance information, which I could also access online but my computer is gone” and all that jazz.
Snackpants managed to keep mostly calm, while he did a pretty poor job of keeping ME calm or being soothing in any fashion (sorry honey, but it’s true!). Fortunately, though, he was still in the right frame of mind to realize that we were surrounded by 22 signs signs stating “TOW AWAY ZONE” and he had misread the list of businesses for which the parking lot was used.
Luckily for us, but rather unfortunately for the owner of the car being towed next, the tow truck pulled up about 3 minutes into my hysterical crying and Snacky was able to verify that he had, in fact, taken my car not 20 minutes earlier, which was about 5 minutes after we parked it. Turns out the plaza pays a guy to sit and watch people violate the parking rules and then calls in their vehicles to be taken away.
From what we learned on the ride to the tow yard, towing is a HUGE business in Gainesville. There are about 12 companies that run around the clock picking up cars, which apparently have NOWHERE to park in that city that is actually legal. And far be it from anyone in the plaza to let us know that we were being retarded and failing to read the signs. Oh no. They couldn’t even be bothered to say “It was towed” while I was standing there losing my mind along with my tears.
Next trip, we are stopping in Ocala instead for some Flats.
Kitty
Oct 6th
A few months ago, a skinny kitty appeared downstairs at my apartment complex. We believe that she is an abandoned house cat because of her burning desire to try and sneak into the house at every chance (she has only been successful once). She’s real friendly, moderately vocal, and even comes when I call her. If Snackpants weren’t so insanely allergic, I would totally keep her.
Now that the weather has cooled down a bit in Middle Georgia, we have taken to opening the windows during the day and attempting to get as much of a cross breeze as possible. Now that the windows are open more often, Kitty can hear us inside and makes her presence known. Tonight she scared the crap out of me as I rounded the corner, because she also has a fondness for talking to me like this:
I think it’s really cute and funny when it’s not making me wet myself because she’s doing this at night. Nevermind the fact that she looks like a demon cat in the picture.
Now we just have to make sure that she doesn’t choose our porch as the birthplace for her kittens. Not sure how long cats let the babies cook before they birth them, but I think she’s getting close. She went and got herself knocked up while she was in heat a few months ago. Because having one stray cat to feed isn’t enough for all of us.
