So, there's a meme going around. I got the letter 'p'. Deal.
However, any old 10 things about the letter 'p' is too easy, so I'm tightening the noose. None of my 'p's' can be parted from their 'q's'.
Hmm...
Parquet- Not just a semi-palatable spread, it's also a type of floor covering. Does this count as two? Not in my book, baby.
Pipsqueak- Pretty much anyone standing next to me.
Pink Quartz- Also known as rose quartz, it's a fairly common stone of low value.
Pennsylvania's Quarter- it's got a rock (Keystone), a broad (the statue Commonwealth), and a barn wall (outline of the state). There's a joke in there somewhere, but I seem to have missed it. (OK, seriously, am I good, or what?)
Pumpkin Quiche- try the recipe, it sounds delicious.
Professional Quoits- Total Expected Prize Awards for this Season's 2007 Tour may approach
$15,000!
Quiz Proctor- The title you aspire to when you join this group of academcians in semi-formal private internal competition.
Quixotic Protagonist- see Fox Mulder, Charlie Brown, or Bruce Banner
Perfidious Quandry- to quote the Green Goblin: "Let die the one you love, or suffer the little children?"
Paragon Quacker- see Daffy Duck. Nobunny ducks it better.
I'm expecting that pumpkin quiche by FedEx soon, dammit.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Move over Katrina...
... there's gonna be some new sherriffs in town.
This link will take you to to a page holding near-realtime water temperature data in the Gulf of Mexico and along its coast. Water temperature is one of the stronger indicators for potentially devastating storms and hurricanes. Why? Oh, fine, I aced Earth Science in high school, so I'll explain. (Explanation and science behind it are subject to lapses in memory, high school was a long time ago.)
Water is one of earth's most powerful batteries for the storage of heat energy. Weather, that catch-all term for atmospheric phenomenon in general, is largely the by-product of the transfer of heat from one location to another. Actually, 'largely' is kind of misleading. It's actually almost totally the by-product of such transfers. The other contrubutor is actual changes in air pressure (but, I dryly note, those changes in air pressure are caused by changes in temperature).
Now, water, as I mentioned, acts as a battey for heat. I'm not going to get into the physics of it (And believe me, the particle physics properties of water cause many a physicist's head to get scratched, and vigorously! It's simply an excruciatingly technical and very dull subject, trust me.), for which you ought to be grateful. What I am going to say is that water, for a substance so common and (relatively) stable in all three states (solid, liquid, and gas), has an amazingly high specific heat. Specific heat is basically a measure of how much energy a particular substance needs to absorb before it will change states from solid to liquid to gas. That high specific heat is what makes water such a good battery for storing heat.
So, that means, something? Well, yes. What it means is, the warmer a large body of water gets, the more water molecules get turned into vapor. Water vapor is the most energetic state (Well, there's plasma, but water tends to break down into hydrogen and oxygen under conditions where it would plasm, and then recombines and plasms a lot, and that's pretty messy, so let's forget it and just stick with what we have, ok? Seriously, if the Gulf of Mexico plasms, hurricanes will be the least of your worries, turst me.) of water, meaning that water vapor holds a whole damn lot of heat, and lots of it getting pumped into the atmoshpere means that the atmosphere is getting charged with a lot, a LOT, of energy.
And that energy has to go somewhere. Remember, weather is all about moving heat from one chunk of air to another chunk of air with less heat. The more energy a particular chunk of air absorbs in the for of water vapor, the stronger that heat transfer is going to be.
As air cools, the vapor condenses, and you get rain. But the air also tends to sink as it cools, and create a down draft. The air under that downdraft gets pushed aside, and becomes wind, and as air rushes away from an area, the air pressure drops, and more water condenses, and more air cools, and it gets to the point where some neighboring air mass with more heat starts transferrring its heat to that location.
So, [weather] = [heat transfers in the atmosphere] and that means [lots of warm water] = [lots of trouble]. So, bookmark that site, and check in from time to time. Expect a hurricane when the water temp is over 88dF. Expect a whopper when it's over 92dF.
This link will take you to to a page holding near-realtime water temperature data in the Gulf of Mexico and along its coast. Water temperature is one of the stronger indicators for potentially devastating storms and hurricanes. Why? Oh, fine, I aced Earth Science in high school, so I'll explain. (Explanation and science behind it are subject to lapses in memory, high school was a long time ago.)
Water is one of earth's most powerful batteries for the storage of heat energy. Weather, that catch-all term for atmospheric phenomenon in general, is largely the by-product of the transfer of heat from one location to another. Actually, 'largely' is kind of misleading. It's actually almost totally the by-product of such transfers. The other contrubutor is actual changes in air pressure (but, I dryly note, those changes in air pressure are caused by changes in temperature).
Now, water, as I mentioned, acts as a battey for heat. I'm not going to get into the physics of it (And believe me, the particle physics properties of water cause many a physicist's head to get scratched, and vigorously! It's simply an excruciatingly technical and very dull subject, trust me.), for which you ought to be grateful. What I am going to say is that water, for a substance so common and (relatively) stable in all three states (solid, liquid, and gas), has an amazingly high specific heat. Specific heat is basically a measure of how much energy a particular substance needs to absorb before it will change states from solid to liquid to gas. That high specific heat is what makes water such a good battery for storing heat.
So, that means, something? Well, yes. What it means is, the warmer a large body of water gets, the more water molecules get turned into vapor. Water vapor is the most energetic state (Well, there's plasma, but water tends to break down into hydrogen and oxygen under conditions where it would plasm, and then recombines and plasms a lot, and that's pretty messy, so let's forget it and just stick with what we have, ok? Seriously, if the Gulf of Mexico plasms, hurricanes will be the least of your worries, turst me.) of water, meaning that water vapor holds a whole damn lot of heat, and lots of it getting pumped into the atmoshpere means that the atmosphere is getting charged with a lot, a LOT, of energy.
And that energy has to go somewhere. Remember, weather is all about moving heat from one chunk of air to another chunk of air with less heat. The more energy a particular chunk of air absorbs in the for of water vapor, the stronger that heat transfer is going to be.
As air cools, the vapor condenses, and you get rain. But the air also tends to sink as it cools, and create a down draft. The air under that downdraft gets pushed aside, and becomes wind, and as air rushes away from an area, the air pressure drops, and more water condenses, and more air cools, and it gets to the point where some neighboring air mass with more heat starts transferrring its heat to that location.
So, [weather] = [heat transfers in the atmosphere] and that means [lots of warm water] = [lots of trouble]. So, bookmark that site, and check in from time to time. Expect a hurricane when the water temp is over 88dF. Expect a whopper when it's over 92dF.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Take the test...
You scored as The Amazing Spider-Man. After being bitten by a radioactive spider, Peter Parker was transformed from a nerdy high school student into New York's greatest hero. Peter enjoys the thrill of being a super hero, but he struggles with the burdens of leading a double life. He hopes someday to win the heart of his true love Mary Jane, the woman he's loved since before he even liked girls. Right now, he just wants to make it through college and pay his bills.Maximus | 75% | ||
The Amazing Spider-Man | 75% | ||
Batman, the Dark Knight | 67% | ||
Captain Jack Sparrow | 63% | ||
Neo, the "One" | 58% | ||
Indiana Jones | 58% | ||
The Terminator | 46% | ||
El Zorro | 46% | ||
Lara Croft | 42% | ||
William Wallace | 33% | ||
James Bond, Agent 007 | 25% |
Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
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Woo-hoooooo!! Spider-Mayaaaaan. Only The most noble, The most coolest, and generally the bestest of the bestest of superheroes of all time ever!! In yo faces!!
Goodbye, my friend.
It is with a sense of loss that I wish you a fond farewell. Your husband has taken a new job in a distant state, and, as he is a wise and sane man, is taking you with him. There are 'people' who will mistake my feelings as some sort of crush. They are... misinformed by their prejudices.
I don't have a crush on you. And when I say that my feelings for you run deeper than that, I don't mean in a sense that these 'people' are familiar with. They are simple beasts, unable to comprehend the idea of a man having feelings of a positive, yet non-amorous nature, for a woman like you. If I say that I like you, they assume it is in the fashion that most men 'like' women.
They, like me, can see that you have beauty. But sadly, that seems to be all they see, so it is the only motivation they could ascribe to my feelings for you. They do not see the warmth within you, that spark of kindness, decency, and genuine Goodness, that inspires you to show kindness to those whom you have no reason to be kind to, such as yours truly. I can not benefit you in any way, and yet you offer friendship without strings.
I don't know what religion you practice (or whether you practice a religion), but you are truly a daughter of Christ. And it is in that bond of sisterhood and brotherhood that my feelings for you spring. You are your husband's wife, and I have no aspirations in that direction. But I will miss you sorely when you leave, because the warmth you've shone on me, and everyone around you, is a rare and precious gift.
Beauty. The word is an obscenity the way they use it. If they had eyes to see, your real beauty would stun them. And my world will get a litte darker now.
And to put it in words they might grasp: Man it sucks to lose a friend.
I don't have a crush on you. And when I say that my feelings for you run deeper than that, I don't mean in a sense that these 'people' are familiar with. They are simple beasts, unable to comprehend the idea of a man having feelings of a positive, yet non-amorous nature, for a woman like you. If I say that I like you, they assume it is in the fashion that most men 'like' women.
They, like me, can see that you have beauty. But sadly, that seems to be all they see, so it is the only motivation they could ascribe to my feelings for you. They do not see the warmth within you, that spark of kindness, decency, and genuine Goodness, that inspires you to show kindness to those whom you have no reason to be kind to, such as yours truly. I can not benefit you in any way, and yet you offer friendship without strings.
I don't know what religion you practice (or whether you practice a religion), but you are truly a daughter of Christ. And it is in that bond of sisterhood and brotherhood that my feelings for you spring. You are your husband's wife, and I have no aspirations in that direction. But I will miss you sorely when you leave, because the warmth you've shone on me, and everyone around you, is a rare and precious gift.
Beauty. The word is an obscenity the way they use it. If they had eyes to see, your real beauty would stun them. And my world will get a litte darker now.
And to put it in words they might grasp: Man it sucks to lose a friend.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Hooray!
http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/Movies/05/10/people.lindsaylohan.ap/index.html
That... *sniff* says it all. DVD and a mute button, and I'm golden.
That... *sniff* says it all. DVD and a mute button, and I'm golden.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
One Phone Call...
...and my whole day is shot to hell.
I work in a call center, taking, among a great many other calls, after-hours maintenance calls. I just got one from the morons that are in charge of campus security here at Not-Quite-Ivy University. They got an alarm on their doors panel that a loading dock door at the School of Communications was in alarm. At 10:30am this morning. And JUST NOW, about 2 hours and 40 minutes after the shop in charge of that building closed shop for the day, do they call to ask about it.
Double-you. Tee. Eff.
These lackluster dumbshits who aspire to incompetence are armed with frigging GUNS. I weep, I wail, I guh-nash my teeth in frustration. Two hours, forty-seven minutes into my shift, and my rage-o-meter needle is pegged past redline. God can only be merciful: were He anything else, I would hold the power of life and death over others, and there would be blood. Everywhere. But, I am, despite all indicators, and every sane expectation, a pacifist. And so, they stumble on, dragging me down to their level and beating me with experience.
I need a vacation.
I work in a call center, taking, among a great many other calls, after-hours maintenance calls. I just got one from the morons that are in charge of campus security here at Not-Quite-Ivy University. They got an alarm on their doors panel that a loading dock door at the School of Communications was in alarm. At 10:30am this morning. And JUST NOW, about 2 hours and 40 minutes after the shop in charge of that building closed shop for the day, do they call to ask about it.
Double-you. Tee. Eff.
These lackluster dumbshits who aspire to incompetence are armed with frigging GUNS. I weep, I wail, I guh-nash my teeth in frustration. Two hours, forty-seven minutes into my shift, and my rage-o-meter needle is pegged past redline. God can only be merciful: were He anything else, I would hold the power of life and death over others, and there would be blood. Everywhere. But, I am, despite all indicators, and every sane expectation, a pacifist. And so, they stumble on, dragging me down to their level and beating me with experience.
I need a vacation.
Monday, April 30, 2007
So... where's the reset button?
Ok, so, my old blog had to be deleted because of nosy co-workers, so I'm not sure how much of this is news, and how much is known, to my three regular readers (mom, me, and the crazy cat lady).
So, as some of you knew, I was suffering from pretty severe depression last year, and for a long time before that. Well, the fact is, the depression was really just a symptom of a much deeper problem. I'd been suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome since witnessing my best friend's death, and no one really knew what to do to help me for years, and it kind of festered for about 16 years. And while it festered, I basically crawled into the bottom of my soul, curled up in a fetal position, and sucked my thumb while the auto-pilot ran things for sixteen years. I don't know how else to describe it.
The good news is, I'm feeling much better now. But the bad news is... obscene. The 'auto-pilot' Nate, my own personal Beta Unit (Watch 'The Last Starfighter', or nod sagely because you already have.), in the course of running my life, well, it went and did some things that can't be undone. Some shouldn't be undone, some I wouldn't undo even if I could, and many needed to be done. Because I'm going to need to do so for any chance of making sense of things, I'm going to call him Nate2.
Nate2 went out and got laid a few times. But he wasn't a real person, and couldn't keep a relationship going. Nate2 went out and made friends. But he didn't have enough of a functioning heart to let any of them into. (But he did keep bringing them down and laying them at my feet like a dutiful housecat delivering birds and squirrels for family provender. That was enough to attach a few of them to the real me, thank God.) Nate2 went out and got me a few jobs, a driver's license, and moved me around like a nomad. Nate2 made a brief effort to get my body into shape, and then gave up. Nate2 beat me, screamed at me, threw water on me, pissed in my face, and finally managed to get me barely functional enough to spend some time with my father before he died, and that is something worth thanking him for above all other things, because otherwise the regret of not being there with my father would be killing me. I think that also put me on the road to recovery, because that's when I finally poked my head out long enough to get the help I needed. Nate2 edited two bad friendship choices out of my life, but he did it rather clumsily, and aftershocks still rumble from one of those 'relation-quakes'.
But Nate2 didn't do one really important thing for me: he didn't take any mental pictures. In the last sixteen years or so, not only has my short-term memory detoriorated badly, I have very few detailed memories of anything I did, anyone I met, or anyplace I went. It's like everything from that period is a story someone told me, and I only remember a few of the more interesting parts. The lack of memories has hurt me in more than the obvious way, too.
Memories of the past are part of learning. There's a lot of things I haven't learned yet, because while Nate2 was takin' care o' bidness, I was... doing nothing, feeling nothing, caring about nothing. You can't learn anything about life that way.
I've spent the last 16 years in what amounts to a waking coma. And now I've finally awoken, and the whole world has moved on without me. I'm sixteen years behind schedule, 21 years old, in a 37-year-old body. I'm completely unprepared for grey hair, baldness, aches and pains, adult responsibilities like rent and paying the bills and taking care of my shit. The problem is, people don't see the 21-year-old me, they see this 37-year-old that I don't know how to be.
I'm 21 years old. I should be out 'sowing my wild oats'. Problem is, they've gone moldy waiting for me to do so. And 37 is too damn old to be 'hitting on chicks'.
I have sixteen years of catching up to do, and I don't even know where to begin trying to figure out how to go about starting to do that. I desperately need a reset button. And that's one thing life doesn't give us.
So, this is it. Some people I know have hinted around that they sorta sometimes read this blog. Yet none of them have ever posted here. Well, now is the time to start. I need some help here. I am lost, flailing in cowshit. Now, more than ever, I could use a little advice.
So, as some of you knew, I was suffering from pretty severe depression last year, and for a long time before that. Well, the fact is, the depression was really just a symptom of a much deeper problem. I'd been suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome since witnessing my best friend's death, and no one really knew what to do to help me for years, and it kind of festered for about 16 years. And while it festered, I basically crawled into the bottom of my soul, curled up in a fetal position, and sucked my thumb while the auto-pilot ran things for sixteen years. I don't know how else to describe it.
The good news is, I'm feeling much better now. But the bad news is... obscene. The 'auto-pilot' Nate, my own personal Beta Unit (Watch 'The Last Starfighter', or nod sagely because you already have.), in the course of running my life, well, it went and did some things that can't be undone. Some shouldn't be undone, some I wouldn't undo even if I could, and many needed to be done. Because I'm going to need to do so for any chance of making sense of things, I'm going to call him Nate2.
Nate2 went out and got laid a few times. But he wasn't a real person, and couldn't keep a relationship going. Nate2 went out and made friends. But he didn't have enough of a functioning heart to let any of them into. (But he did keep bringing them down and laying them at my feet like a dutiful housecat delivering birds and squirrels for family provender. That was enough to attach a few of them to the real me, thank God.) Nate2 went out and got me a few jobs, a driver's license, and moved me around like a nomad. Nate2 made a brief effort to get my body into shape, and then gave up. Nate2 beat me, screamed at me, threw water on me, pissed in my face, and finally managed to get me barely functional enough to spend some time with my father before he died, and that is something worth thanking him for above all other things, because otherwise the regret of not being there with my father would be killing me. I think that also put me on the road to recovery, because that's when I finally poked my head out long enough to get the help I needed. Nate2 edited two bad friendship choices out of my life, but he did it rather clumsily, and aftershocks still rumble from one of those 'relation-quakes'.
But Nate2 didn't do one really important thing for me: he didn't take any mental pictures. In the last sixteen years or so, not only has my short-term memory detoriorated badly, I have very few detailed memories of anything I did, anyone I met, or anyplace I went. It's like everything from that period is a story someone told me, and I only remember a few of the more interesting parts. The lack of memories has hurt me in more than the obvious way, too.
Memories of the past are part of learning. There's a lot of things I haven't learned yet, because while Nate2 was takin' care o' bidness, I was... doing nothing, feeling nothing, caring about nothing. You can't learn anything about life that way.
I've spent the last 16 years in what amounts to a waking coma. And now I've finally awoken, and the whole world has moved on without me. I'm sixteen years behind schedule, 21 years old, in a 37-year-old body. I'm completely unprepared for grey hair, baldness, aches and pains, adult responsibilities like rent and paying the bills and taking care of my shit. The problem is, people don't see the 21-year-old me, they see this 37-year-old that I don't know how to be.
I'm 21 years old. I should be out 'sowing my wild oats'. Problem is, they've gone moldy waiting for me to do so. And 37 is too damn old to be 'hitting on chicks'.
I have sixteen years of catching up to do, and I don't even know where to begin trying to figure out how to go about starting to do that. I desperately need a reset button. And that's one thing life doesn't give us.
So, this is it. Some people I know have hinted around that they sorta sometimes read this blog. Yet none of them have ever posted here. Well, now is the time to start. I need some help here. I am lost, flailing in cowshit. Now, more than ever, I could use a little advice.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Ok, seriously, this has to stop.
So, some more "Christians", trying to "save lives" tried to blow up another clinic.
Now, I'm not even going to get into the whole abortion thing. I'll sum that up by saying that it has its very limited place in the list of sometimes unfortunately neccessary medical procedures (in my opinion) and leave that at that.
No, today, my poisoned pen is aimed straight at the hearts of you so-called, self-styled "Christians", who act anything but Christian. Hey bozos, here's a quick rule of thumb for you: If you're breaking one of the Ten Commandments, chances are, you're not behaving as a Christian should, and therefore, you're not a Christian. So stop soiling my Father's good Name by attaching your blasphemous atrocities to It.
And guess what? Murdering random people by setting an explosive device where it will go off and kill a bunch of people? That violates Exodus 20:13; 'You must not murder.' Now, you might try to justify your evil actions by claiming that they were done 'in defense of the unborn', but that's a load of hogwash and we both know it. You don't know for a fact that whoever was going to be near that bomb when it went off would be in the act of providing or getting an abortion, or even if they would be considering such action in the future. People go into those clinics for all kinds of other reasons too. Some are getting regular checkups, some are getting pre-natal treatment for their pregnancies, some are having an STD treated, or who knows what? The point is, you didn't know who would be there when that bomb went off (had your sick cowardly plot gone off as planned, that is; kudos to the brave men and women of the BDU who thwarted your cowardly attack), and so your attack could have killed any number of innocent people.
You are cowards. You champion nothing but the hatred in Satan's heart, and you are evil, twisted people. If you think Jehovah approves of what you do, you are badly misled. Confess, repent, and mend your ways.
End of line.
Now, I'm not even going to get into the whole abortion thing. I'll sum that up by saying that it has its very limited place in the list of sometimes unfortunately neccessary medical procedures (in my opinion) and leave that at that.
No, today, my poisoned pen is aimed straight at the hearts of you so-called, self-styled "Christians", who act anything but Christian. Hey bozos, here's a quick rule of thumb for you: If you're breaking one of the Ten Commandments, chances are, you're not behaving as a Christian should, and therefore, you're not a Christian. So stop soiling my Father's good Name by attaching your blasphemous atrocities to It.
And guess what? Murdering random people by setting an explosive device where it will go off and kill a bunch of people? That violates Exodus 20:13; 'You must not murder.' Now, you might try to justify your evil actions by claiming that they were done 'in defense of the unborn', but that's a load of hogwash and we both know it. You don't know for a fact that whoever was going to be near that bomb when it went off would be in the act of providing or getting an abortion, or even if they would be considering such action in the future. People go into those clinics for all kinds of other reasons too. Some are getting regular checkups, some are getting pre-natal treatment for their pregnancies, some are having an STD treated, or who knows what? The point is, you didn't know who would be there when that bomb went off (had your sick cowardly plot gone off as planned, that is; kudos to the brave men and women of the BDU who thwarted your cowardly attack), and so your attack could have killed any number of innocent people.
You are cowards. You champion nothing but the hatred in Satan's heart, and you are evil, twisted people. If you think Jehovah approves of what you do, you are badly misled. Confess, repent, and mend your ways.
End of line.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
He shouldn't have been allowed to buy any guns...
No, really.
That's right. Virginia, the state where 'anyone can buy a gun, anywhere, anytime', actually already had a law (actually, it's a federal GC law, which is illegal, but what the hey) that should have prevented Cho from arming himself legally. But no one bothered to enforce it after the judge sent for the nice young men in their clean white coats to come and take Cho away.
So, I guess, the solution is... more GC laws? Question, will we be actually enforcing these new laws, or will they be ignored too?
Now, I hate to have to ask this, but are my staunchest critics ready to yield even slightly? Are you willing to admit that just maybe, this one time, I am right? We do not need more GC laws. What we need is for criminals to start obeying them, or the authorities to actually enforce them.
That's right. Virginia, the state where 'anyone can buy a gun, anywhere, anytime', actually already had a law (actually, it's a federal GC law, which is illegal, but what the hey) that should have prevented Cho from arming himself legally. But no one bothered to enforce it after the judge sent for the nice young men in their clean white coats to come and take Cho away.
So, I guess, the solution is... more GC laws? Question, will we be actually enforcing these new laws, or will they be ignored too?
Now, I hate to have to ask this, but are my staunchest critics ready to yield even slightly? Are you willing to admit that just maybe, this one time, I am right? We do not need more GC laws. What we need is for criminals to start obeying them, or the authorities to actually enforce them.
Monday, April 23, 2007
'Rivin', On a Jet Plane
Hi honey, I'm home.
Oh, right, I live alone.
The Big Fat Geek Wedding was, all in all, a smashing success. D-Wreck, the Teen of Sound, suffered a minor mishap, but other than that, I think it went rather well.
Super-Drama Teen proceeded to make changes to her hair (thereby possibly ruining her secret identity) which I kinda like after the ceremony, but it is a striking difference from the original, and thus her mother, once known to evil-doers everywhere as Super Fiancee, and now known to evil-doers everywhere as Super Wife, prevailed successfullly upon her to delay the change until after the ceremony in which she was Maid of Honor, thanks to a brief possession by the Power Cosmic.
Super Dependable Teen and Super Adorable Kid, also were temporarily promoted, to Bridesmaid and Flower Grrl (whose nemesis Bumblebee showed up and tried to intimidate, but whom yr humble author shooed away) respectively.
Vows were given, rings were exchanged, irrevocable bonds of family were forged. It was a great day for all that is right and good in the universe. Even the weather played nice.
And, then I saw Thunder, hung around, played some Magic, a little Apples to Apples, and we shot the breeze a whole bunch. (I've found that I can play Magic as long as I don't own any cards. That seems to work for me. Otherwise I'm just a whiny little bitch-baby. And sometimes even then.)
Oh, right, I live alone.
The Big Fat Geek Wedding was, all in all, a smashing success. D-Wreck, the Teen of Sound, suffered a minor mishap, but other than that, I think it went rather well.
Super-Drama Teen proceeded to make changes to her hair (thereby possibly ruining her secret identity) which I kinda like after the ceremony, but it is a striking difference from the original, and thus her mother, once known to evil-doers everywhere as Super Fiancee, and now known to evil-doers everywhere as Super Wife, prevailed successfullly upon her to delay the change until after the ceremony in which she was Maid of Honor, thanks to a brief possession by the Power Cosmic.
Super Dependable Teen and Super Adorable Kid, also were temporarily promoted, to Bridesmaid and Flower Grrl (whose nemesis Bumblebee showed up and tried to intimidate, but whom yr humble author shooed away) respectively.
Vows were given, rings were exchanged, irrevocable bonds of family were forged. It was a great day for all that is right and good in the universe. Even the weather played nice.
And, then I saw Thunder, hung around, played some Magic, a little Apples to Apples, and we shot the breeze a whole bunch. (I've found that I can play Magic as long as I don't own any cards. That seems to work for me. Otherwise I'm just a whiny little bitch-baby. And sometimes even then.)
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