traitorgate!
Jan. 31st, 2005 05:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbminxMy mother is home, and kind of pissed at me, because the house is "a sty." When I pointed out that the house was almost exactly the way she left it, she was nonplussed. All that was different was that I hadn't done dishes (all glassware, since I never cooked at home this weekend), some of which she'd actually left in the sink on Friday and none of which had food left on them or anything; and that I forgot to straighten out the covers on the sofa before I went to bed last night. It's Not My Fault You Leave Your Dirty Socks In The Living Room, Mom.
My stomach is also pissed at me. Over at B&H's last night for sloppy joes... should have known better. So my stomach has been in Traitor mode since Saturday night, pretty much. I hadn't seen The Kid With The Name in months. He was a really cute baby over the summer; now he is over a year old, and looks more like a little boy than like a baby, tall for his age and with a full head of pale blond hair. Completely adorable. We all (minus the Kid) played Pop Culture Edition DVD Trivial Pursuit. I won. (Tom was supposed to be on my team but he didn't really answer much on his own, though he would occasionally pipe up with a comically incorrect answer on purpose.) I figure I have one more good game ahead before people start refusing to play against me. I kinda prefer Scrabble, because I'm bad at the strategic aspects and actually have to fight to win. Or a card game where a lot of luck is involved. Any game that depends on having been exposed to a lot of information and having good recall of it, and on almost nothing else, is something I usually win easily. This is why, in almost every game of Trivial Pursuit I've played in my life, someone has chosen "Sports and Leisure" as the category I have to answer for the win... they're hoping for a question about the gold medal in the shot put at the 1960 Olympics or something, because it's widely known that Sports is my worst category, especially old sporting stats.
Personal to the icon girl - There are two comment notification replies in my inbox, and one is titled "apology" - that means you either are apologizing or would like an apology. Either one is understandable. I'm not going to read the comments - what we were talking about really isn't that important and isn't worth arguing about. You do what you want to do and I'll do what I want to do. Even if I don't think the way you have been running those communities works well for everyone interested, they do at least have some very pretty things on them. So, let's consider this matter dropped.
My stomach is also pissed at me. Over at B&H's last night for sloppy joes... should have known better. So my stomach has been in Traitor mode since Saturday night, pretty much. I hadn't seen The Kid With The Name in months. He was a really cute baby over the summer; now he is over a year old, and looks more like a little boy than like a baby, tall for his age and with a full head of pale blond hair. Completely adorable. We all (minus the Kid) played Pop Culture Edition DVD Trivial Pursuit. I won. (Tom was supposed to be on my team but he didn't really answer much on his own, though he would occasionally pipe up with a comically incorrect answer on purpose.) I figure I have one more good game ahead before people start refusing to play against me. I kinda prefer Scrabble, because I'm bad at the strategic aspects and actually have to fight to win. Or a card game where a lot of luck is involved. Any game that depends on having been exposed to a lot of information and having good recall of it, and on almost nothing else, is something I usually win easily. This is why, in almost every game of Trivial Pursuit I've played in my life, someone has chosen "Sports and Leisure" as the category I have to answer for the win... they're hoping for a question about the gold medal in the shot put at the 1960 Olympics or something, because it's widely known that Sports is my worst category, especially old sporting stats.
Personal to the icon girl - There are two comment notification replies in my inbox, and one is titled "apology" - that means you either are apologizing or would like an apology. Either one is understandable. I'm not going to read the comments - what we were talking about really isn't that important and isn't worth arguing about. You do what you want to do and I'll do what I want to do. Even if I don't think the way you have been running those communities works well for everyone interested, they do at least have some very pretty things on them. So, let's consider this matter dropped.
