Daffnee

My parents woke me up at 1 AM last night and staged an intervention because they're worried I'm becoming an alcoholic. The crime? A third of a bottle of cranberry fruit wine.

Hee hee.

I hope to one day be able to support myself by writing on the histories of esoteric things, such as black pepper, florists and chef's knives.

So this is Christmas (for me):

Christmas at home is like Thanksgiving Part 2 -- it's another turkey day that serves as a fun excuse for my mother to get into Martha Stewart mode, and to see people that I would probably see anyway. Christmas dinner conversation this year mostly revolved around rodent-catching. I swear by peanut butter bait, while uncle favours curry repellant. The crazy man has probably spent more than a few hundred on creative ways of making his home very unpleasant for rats and squirrels. We also designed a spreadsheet detailing private retirement plans during dessert though, which was helpful; it looks like I can retire at 45 if I save $50K a year until then. We still have to modify the program to account for part-time earnings and whatnot, but I think I can have a 20-year financial plan drawn up by the time I fly back to NY.

Turkey always tastes better when you use your fingers.

This is the most Canadian ad I have ever seen!

Photoblogging time! Life during finals.

 
  

So I haven't been posting at all because it's finals time -- not only am I a complete bourbon-awash pile of sedentary flesh, I am supposed to be learning a whole lot of law that I somehow didn't manage to learn during the semester. I have time to post right now because the last third of my Copyright study group happens to be slower than me, if such thing were imaginable.

So despite the last paragraph, I've had a lot of time to mull over what life would be like if I was in real-life D&D. (The inspiration of this was the Order of the Stick -- if you're as geeky as me, it's a good read.) I used to think of myself as a grand generalist -- not too athletic, not too strong, not too smart, but competent enough at all of the required stats to at least slay a small dragon. Not so. 2 years of self-reflection in law school has made me realize that I am fairly sedentary, have a weak upper body, and am clumsy as hell. All I have is a liver of steel and charisma. I think this makes me the local bouncer, or a bartender.

Sigh.

So should I, like, grow out my bangs?

This is a poll, people. Please comment.

I'm still not over the South Park studio. Maybe it's because I never played with dolls as a kid.