I’ve just gotten the Diablo 2 expansion installed. Now I’m gonna go check it out. Muahahahahaha!

Happy Birthday, Jim!

OK, maybe it is possible to have hair like Sarah Jessica Parker. Or at least style it similarly. Maybe I’ll try this some day when I’m not feeling too lazy.

Wow! I just realized that my domain, midnightgarden.com, is 3 years old today! It was a birthday present to myself in 1998. Midnightgarden.com wasn’t my first domain, though. I registered wakingdream.com back in 1997.

At that time, the pamela.com* domain name was available, but I decided not to get it ’cause I figured I’d get too much traffic from people looking for another Pamela. Man, was I an idiot, or what??

After getting midnightgarden.com, I sold wakingdream.com to my then-boss, who’s still using that domain for her personal site.

Anway, enough early morning rambling.

Happy Birthday, MidnightGarden.com!!

* last time I checked, pamela.com redirected to a hardcore porn site I’d rather not link to. You can type the URL in yourself, you lazy perv.

Augh! I wanna play the Diablo 2 expansion but I can’t!! In order to install it, you have to have D2 installed. No problem. It’s on my D: drive. Ack! The D2e install doesn’t recognize that installation. OK, I’ll install D2 on my C: drive. Ack! We’re missing one of the three install disks!

I know it’s not in the game room ’cause earlier this week I collected and sorted and put away all the loose CDs lying around.

*sniffle*

I called my parents earlier and left this message on their answering machine.

“Hi, I just realized I’m now the age Mom was when she gave birth to me. I just wanted to say, ‘thank you.’ I love you. And I miss you both.”

Thanks, Mom and Dad. I really mean that. I know I’ve been hell in pigtails and more than a handful to raise, but right now, I’m very happy to be alive, and I have y’all to thank for that. (For not killing me the thousand or so times it crossed your minds.)

I love you!

Hm, I was just moving my feet (bare, of course) around under my chair, and it felt like something stabbed my toe. I looked at my foot and I was bleeding from two spots. I looked under my chair and found a tiny sliver of broken glass with a needle-like point on one corner.

I have no idea what that came from, as I don’t recall any glass breaking upstairs in quite some time. I hope none of the kittens have hurt themselves on it.

Damn, 232 pieces of new mail in two days. I’m on too many mailing lists.

Hey, if you’ve IM’d me between Tuesday night and the time of this post, I never got your message. My computer was on, but I haven’t been on it, and the kittens yanked out the power cord before I got back online. Sorry.

I took a nap earlier. I had a dream where I was sitting with Mel of littleginsu and I kept cramming piece after piece of orange-flavored gum into my mouth.

Ugh, that was nasty!

I’m having connections problems right now caused by my computer, not my ISP. So posts will be even more sporadic than usual.

Here’s to you, Windows!

He whispered sweet nothings, then he broke my heart. Momma told me that monkey was no good.

Whoah, late-night TV can be so freaky! I just saw a couple of TBS’s “Monkey-ed Movies” - their parodies of “Titanic” and “In & Out.”

Man, that was some weird shit.

If I were a D&D character, my alignment would be Neutral Good:

A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. The common phrase for neutral good is “true good.” Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias toward or against order.

[via little ms. “sweet and innocent.”]

bwg: that’s harsh

bwg: my daddy kicked the shit out of the cookie monster

Yeeks! Brandi wrote me and asked why I had a post on June 18th that called Blogger a “stupid web site.” Lemme say now that wasn’t my intention. I was referring to another web site, that had been pointed out to me by a friend, but I’d put the wrong link into my code.

Since I can’t remember what the original link was supposed to be, I’ve just deleted the whole post.

My apologies to Ev and Blogger (and everyone who’s worked on Blogger) for the unintentional slam. I’m really quite a fan!

“All my ex’s live in Texas….”

Well, mine don’t. But all of Dale’s do, and so do all of Kevin’s. Heh.

Pamie said:

“Yikes. People, if you’re going to wear short shorts and then sit down across from me, please, please, please keep your legs together. Lord, this man sitting across from me is just showing everything he’s got. I’m all uncomfortable like when you’re at the monkey cage and you wish they dressed the apes in diapers.”

Heh, that reminds me of the “hairy pouch” incident from a Maryland ren fest visit a few years back.

I was (obviously) at the MRF with some friends. I’d taken a moment to sit and rest and check out the people around me. I looked to my right and saw a man sitting a little ways away. He was all dressed in costume that included those pants that are two pieces of fabric stitched together along the inseam that tie at the waist and ankles, so the legs are basically slit from hip to ankle.

Well, I was sitting there checking out this guy’s garb and I noticed his pouch. (Pouches, of course, are extremely common renfest accessories.) And I noticed his leather pouch appeared to be kind of hairy. I was sitting there wondering why his pouch had fuzz on it when I realized I was looking into the open side of his pantsleg.

Ick! Ick! Ick!!

I must have spent five minutes checking out a guy’s family jewels and doing a mental medieval fashion critique on them.