Poppy Cedes

I’m not even kidding. I love that man. If he created an official religion I’d be a part of it. (Did he do that? Crap.)

In addition to explaining his philosophy on Possession he also invited me to a party where I learned to love roller coasters. The man’s a genius. Seriously. And I cannot even explain to you all that I learned from this trip. But I can tell you there’s no one else I would have rather gone to SWCV with than Dawg. That was, hands down, the best vacation ever.

I wish I could pick the best out of the 641 photos I took so you wouldn’t have to look through them all to see what I saw, but I cannot do that. You need to go look at them all. So, here they are.

I’ll give you this one, though:

You’re welcome.

I’m leaving Wednesday for sunny Orlando where I will attend Star Wars Celebration V and see the (I forget their new name now that the word “mafia” isn’t in it, but I mean my friends). I am leaving my home with a gaping hole in the living room wall and no pipe connected to the toilet. There’s also a drop cloth, an emptied water bottle, and wall shit. When I come back it all better be like nothing ever happened in that corner or else I know who I’m visiting first thing Monday morning with my Dark Lords Rule commemorative baseball bat.

I just want to squee a little tiny bit more that during this trip I will be meeting many of my friends’ children for the first or second time. I love kids, so I’m excited to see them all and see what damage we can cause when we’re all together in one group.

See you on the flip, I don’t plan to blog while there. I do plan to tweet, though. TWEET!

And don’t worry, Mama Dawg is taking good care of the girls, cuz I’m dragging Dawg‘s ass with me to the conference. ;) Also, I have a 3-day crop going in FarmVille, and 1 bottle of unwither in case it decides to croak on the 4th day instead of the 6th.

Byebye, chicken pies!

So, I went all the way to Pennsylvania to hang out for the day. Why would I do that?

For Bubblewench.

Highlights:
I got to meet Shannon’s entire family, including her husband Scott (a mad cool guy), Grandma (a mad cool lady), and “Debbie aka Deb-o-rah” (another mad cool lady who demands your respect if you work with her). :)

I got to hug Shannon, Karl, Angel, Rachel, and Robin.

I GOT TO MEET LUCKY AND BOO-BOO! and the birdies! and another kitty! And Shannon’s mom’s dog Otter!

I did not get arrested. And neither did anyone else, even though the cops tried their very hardest to set Shannon’s husband off like the very fireworks they were telling us we weren’t allowed to set off. :)

I was escorted to the bathroom by the lovely Angel who is the BEST bathroom escort ever. She even peed a little laughing so hard when I told her my funny story about the cleaning lady not letting me use my own bathroom so I had to bring a bowl into my bedroom and pee in it. (True story.)

I am not sure this is a highlight, but more of a proud moment for ninja girls everywhere when I was told by Shannon’s brother-in-law to pole dance on the metal tent poles, TWICE, IN FRONT OF HIS GIRLFRIEND, so I told him off. Poppy is not a stripper, yo. Poppy is a respectable lady and demands that you treat her as such. Unlike that fucking dirty whore Molly Pitcher* who has the clap and splinters from riding the wooden pole.

I had Yuengling on tap and in a bottle for the first time ever, then chased it with a delicious Chick-fil-A spicy chicken sammie and waffle fries.

I had a pineapple and coconut concoction made for me by Angel. :)

I went to a party in another state with only my ID card and my Droid and a bottle of bug spray and some cash as personal possessions. That was nutsoid.

I watched badminton and horseshoes played in the dark.

I went home feeling completely sober and woke up with the worst hangover I’ve ever had ever ever ever but it was well worth it. :)

And here are a few photos from the event:

Click above to see the flickr set.

*I promise I only mean that the rest area off the NJ turnpike is all those horrible things. I never knew the wife of the wounded rebel soldier. I’m guessing she was lovely.

Today is my mom’s last day of work. For, like, ever if she wants. She has spent the last bit of time at her job frantically training a new person to be as awesome as she is. No matter how well my mom does at training this new person there is no replacing her. That office, like many offices before it, has considered my mom and her work to be stellar, relied on her to be their right-hand (wo!)man, and looked to her as a very valuable resource. Because she is.

She is my hero. My inspiration. My role model. And she just has that effortless ability of being other people’s hero, inspiration, and role model too.

And I cannot wait for her to get to sleep in until noon Monday while the office melts down without her. And I cannot wait for her to get to spend as much time as she wants visiting her children and grandchildren across the country. And I cannot wait for her to do whatever she feels in her heart is her next chapter of her greatness.

We love you, Mom. Happy last day!

(And I promise to update you on Ripley a little later today. <3 :)

Holla! Ok, whatever, I don’t really say holla unless I’m joking around with that guy I live with who’s famous and stuff and PASSED HIS STATE TEST SO HE CAN BE AN EMT FOR 3 MORE YEARS, WOOT!!!!! (I am way more excited than he is. He wants to win the lottery. I can’t blame him.)

So, here’s my first attempt at Finn and Ren‘s Diptych Challenge. I’m supposed to find a buddy and we do our own interpretation of a specific word that Ren presents to us each week but I chose not to have a buddy so then I was supposed to take two different photos representing the same word but this week I had an idea for a second photo but then nixed it when I rode the R train instead of the F train (you’ll get this picture, but for a different subject, and you won’t see it comin’!!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) so I took one photo and then did an effect to one of the photos. Granted, it’s just sepia, but … well, I’m a very busy lady. I eat cereal and stuff.

So, here’s the diptych for the subject “spring”:

And here’s my cereal (click it or ticket, buddy) with special guest NYC WATCHDOG WOOOOHOOOOOOOOO! The cereal was given to us by the beautiful and talented Mew. To know her is to love her. So please go watch. Funniest episode in a long time, and that’s saying something.

I wish my brother dared set foot in New York City, because then we could sing Daft Punk songs together when we get drunk on beer at:

2nd annual BeerHer
SATURDAY, APRIL 24, 2010
6:00PM EASTERN
THE GINGER MAN
11 East 36th Street
Neighborhood: Murray Hill
Borough: Manhattan
NY, NY 10016
Tel: 212-532-3740
Bring extra monies, these guys even have beer to go.

I told everyone the favor of your yes reply was requested by this past Friday at 11:59pm Eastern, but if you still wanna show up and haven’t mentioned it yet lemme know in a comment here or on twitter or facebook or email or txt before the day. At this point I think it’s staying small enough so we can just appear and hang out and drink and have fun without drama and without a reservation.

And to those who are having TequilaCon, SillyBring, or another event on the same day at the same time: CHEERS!

Let’s celebrate.

I’m a last minute fill-in for Karl’s radio show tonight.

Come join us at 10pm Eastern if you’re awake!

I was going to add a photo of just me and Karl to this post but every photo I find has a chaperone in it. :)

This is THE final performance titled Tetreotix by the dance crew named Poreotix on America’s Best Dance Crew. In this performance they worked with Swizz Beats to make their master mix (the music), did all their choreo, chose their wardrobe, and chose their stage props. I adore these guys. I really hope they win.

When I heard the news that TequilaCon was going to be in Vancouver this year I was very happy for The Canadians and The West Coasters but not so psyched for myself. I mean, do not get me wrong, I adore Canada and have never been to Vancouver so would be very excited to go but… I wanted to be able to teleport there, thus avoiding airport headaches, airplane travel, expense, and time off from work.

And then, not that I need to mention this but it does legitimize my concerns, my work had an all staff meeting with “good news!” that I’m very sure no one was tricked into believing was actually of the good variety. I’m still employed for now. I don’t exactly trust that I will still be employed in April. And the lack of trust here has nothing to do with my self worth tank. But even if I do still have a job then it would nooooot be a wise time for me to be like “oh, hey suckas, I’m gonna go get my tequila on with all my friends, byyyyyyyyeeeeee!” so long story mid-sized-paragraph-long: I’m not going to TequilaCon 2010 in Vancouver.

If you have or had any intention of going to TequilaCon, I hope I don’t have so much influence over you that you change your mind (read: please still go to TC10), but if not and you’re on the east coast or had any plans of travelling to NYC for dates spanning April 24, 2010, please consider joining me…

2nd annual BeerHer
Saturday, April 24, 2010
6:00pm Eastern (18:00) – 4:00am Eastern (04:00) / end
The Ginger Man
11 East 36th Street
Neighborhood: Murray Hill
Borough: Manhattan
NY, NY 10016
Tel: 212-532-3740
Bring extra monies, these guys even have beer to go, if you like it.

One of my most favorite people in the world chose this spot and when I saw it I squeeeeeed just a little bit. They have over 150 beers in draft or bottle form and a really simple yet awesome German-style food menu.

We’re gathering to mingle and have fun. Please show up ready to socialize with the whole group. Also, this is a drama-free event. We will NOT be spending the evening gossiping or bellyaching about other people or our shitty lives, we are there to PARTY and drink beer and be happy. All people with same minded desire are welcome to attend. :) And if you start drama at me expect the HBIC to come out and tell you to zip it. Oh, and we’re going to a barrrrrrr so don’t bring anybody under 21 for the purposes of drinking. I’m not spending the evening explaining how your guest who cannot hold his liquor looks like Don Johnson even though he thinks he’s dressed like Colin Farrell or Aaron fucking Carter and I will have no sympathy for any young’uns who get their fake IDs confiscated.

The favor of your Yes reply to me via this blog post, Twitter, Facebook, email, or txt message is requested by Friday, April 9 at 11:59pm Eastern. This gives me a general head count so we know if we seriously need to try to reserve space or if we can just freestyle walk in there. Also, I just like knowing who’s going to show up in case we change venues so I can notify you that we’re moving to a new spot during that night. Don’t want anyone thinking “wow, everyone hates me, no one’s here and no one told me they wouldn’t be here!” cuz that’s like having The Naked Dream. You know the one. If you tell me you’re coming and then later are not able to come please mention that too.

I am so fucking stoked I can’t fucking stand it.

Update: Yes, YES, oh HELL yes, men are welcome to attend this event. Just make sure you bring a bra to burn. (Kidding about the bra part!)

That’s how long you get to watch me in that video. I’m not sure why that wouldn’t be appealing to you.

And I consider this further evidence why you should vote for me for January/February Hot Blogger. But, that’s my opinion.