Random thoughts and questions

Same here; I'm pretty sure the main reason why I type as fast as I do today is because I spent a hefty chunk of my pre-teen years on Aardwolf MUD. Although a fair bit of that was spent hitting "!" over and over again. xD

Southern-Mid (Hillsdale County). Most of my extended family lives around the Detroit area and I also have some in Holland and Grand Rapids.

Whew, finally broke the 120 wpm barrier for myself.

Keystrokes Per Minute (KPM): 617

Words Per Minute (WPM): 123

Time (seconds): 68

Errors: 15 (2.15%)

My body apparently has decided that I don't get to sleep this week (without any input from my brain. Hey! who's in charge here??) Also, probably relatedly, my stomach is not currently working as intended. I need a vacation or something.

I've learned two things today:

1) Looking out the window with a hopeful-yet-forlorn expression does not increase the spawn rate of brown delivery vehicles.

2) School buses sound just like UPS trucks. Fucking kids.

Guilty! I'm waiting on a brown truck myself. School buses don't go down my street; otherwise I'd be bitching about them too.

How so? I really like them.

"Frothy" will never be a good word again.

No need to get all frothy about it.

They look like small grapefruit! I really like them too, though.

Ancient Anguish is the one that taught ME to type, although I was already going down that road thanks to games like Space Quest 2. But then they started pausing the game when you started to type around Space Quest 3 (I think? Quest for Glory 2 paused, in any case.) and all progress I had made was lost. So thanks, Ancient Anguish!

I definitely improved my typing on Ancient Anguish, way way back in 1993 and '94. :)

I haven't Moonwalked in almost thirty years.

Just hit the point where snow turns into ice all over the sidewalks and every step I take potentially leads to severe pain. This never used to be a problem for me, as I am pretty good at recovering from slipping, but now there's a steep hill in my usual path...

Yesterday evening it was raining when I took my bike to a friends house. A few hours later on my way back home the rain had stopped, but the temperature had also dropped below zero. A right turn saw my bike slide out from under me as the wet road had acquired a coating of ice and then my knee scraped the pavement and ruined my best pair of jeans. I loved those jeans. The blood and the pain were temporary but those jeans will never be whole again. :(

BTW, I am posting this from my brand-spanking new eight-core war machine. UPS guy totes showed up at like 5:45 and I got it up and running about an hour ago. You are now live on a new monitor that is only slightly smaller than a movie screen. Everything is sexy!

The best kind of time!

Those are your holey jeans.

Oh... Well, then I hope there are extra friendly dogs and extra fluffycute birdies next time you go to hang out with them. And I hope your apartment gets unlocked soon!

Of course fluffycute is a word what are you saying

You stopped around the time I started! I started playing in '95. :P

(Mainly as Tandara, if there are any OTHER people from Ancient Anguish lurking around here!)

Is that like a variation of the birds and the bees?

If you're desperate, send your roommate or a friend over my way and I'll send them home with my collection of screwdrivers. I don't have a car or I'd drive one over this evening.

we have a set similar to this and it's surprising how often it comes in handy even for us non-handy people.
http://www.amazon.com/Apollo-Precis...lp_553402_1_18?ie=UTF8&qid=1360117467&sr=1-18

I guess that means you won't be available to help me farm Terramorphous.

"The pink lets me know it's okay for girls like me to use tools!"

Also this:

But yea, they do make sure to remind us of this in the next paragraph:

To be fair, I love having pink tools. Not because I particularly like pink, or because I'm afraid tools will turn me into a man, but because most GRR MANLY dudes (which are fucking LEGION when you are a stagehand) act like their penis will actually fall off if they touch them, so they don't accidentally wander off at the end of a call. They're also easily identifiable for me, further preventing any wandering off! And last, but not least, they make it clear that the tools are MINE. Not my husband's. Miiiiiiiiiine.

(Mine, not my boyfriend's is also why I got a pink DS.)

Most of us are just afraid the one pink tool we do touch will get jealous and not perform when called upon.

Are you making a joke about the potential flaccidity of your neglected penis? NO! STOP! We have a thread for this.

Not any more! We're flooding now.

Girl, I am so over that game!

But I do miss playing. Could I perhaps interest you in Torchlight 2? Your character can have one of these guys:

Don't trust anyone on the west side of the state, especially not in Ottawa county.

If the package is buried under schoolchildren, a simple pitchfork would expedite its recovery.

Dogs! You found my weakness. But Borderlands is about as RPG as I get. :)