On this day, Wednesday, February 27, 2008, my father got his ass handed to him. By me. No, wait, let me explain. My dad was a studio musician. My dad is a virtuoso on the guitar. My dad taught his professors so they would be qualified to give him his Masters in Classical Guitar.

Yes, we played Guitar Hero. To my credit (har) I was very nice about it. "Oh, that controller's just wonky." I did not say, as I wanted to, "And now I am the Master."

He's in the restroom, and we're going to lunch. I think I'm going to end up paying... And yes, I realize this is the only time, and the only situation in which I will ever be able to say this. But...

\o/

for those wondering, Misirilu, Rock This Town, and YYZ. PWN. Perfect score, btw on Rock This Town. My dad PLAYED ON THAT ALBUM with the Stray Cats. PREE.NING.

[ETA] Hahahaha, he has just called from his car and said that he's cutting his afternoon appointment short and coming back. FOR MORE PAIN, it needs to be said. HEEE.
Um, I should stop talking to my dog while we're on walks, because I probably look weird. Then again, I also mouth along to what ever is on my mp3 player, so... I'm weird already. :D Got in 5.3 miles today in my new trainers and I loooove Mizuno. *kisses my shoes metaphorically, as literally would be germy and smelly*

The Mister is finally back to traveling during the week and I am VERY GLAD. This is where you realize that I'm awful. I mean, I love him, obviously, but when he's home it's not a normal day and I don't have my normal routine and I'm a freak about routine. I love me some structure. And he sprawls all over the kitchen table with his messes and is a remote nomad (I swear, I have to look EVERYWHERE for the remote once he's held it. I've found it in the freezer before. Another time in the outside GRILL. ???) And he'll surprise me by saying, "let's go eat!" and it's 11. Who eats lunch at 11? I'm not into the Blue Bird special, bro. Brohan. Brotocol. Broseph Stalin. Bronan the Brobarian. Brobar the Elephant. Bromaldehyde. Bromo sapien. Brobi wan Kenbrobi. Brobrack Brotain. Bromer Pyle. Bronads. Leather Tuscabrolo. *slaps thighs twice, points guns* Ayatollah Bromeihni. Dude, I can keep going. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? More broetry? <-- the art of using the word "bro" in words. I AM NOW A WORDSMITH.

(Okay, and if you *do* eat lunch at 11, you must eat breakfast early, right? I eat breakfast around 9 am. I can't have a meal two hours later, that's CRAZY TALK.) Boys are just messy and smelly and did I mention messy? Today is a day of ORDER UND CLEANING UND VE VILL STRAIGHTEN UP ZIS MESS UND HAFF A RETURN TO ORDER! *snaps heels together*

But not until I beat GH2 on Medium. AW, YEAH, 2 songs to go! It's a Psychobilly Freakout! (I would love an icon of the "Loading" flying tape. If anyone can find that image, I will love you big time.)

9021bro. Finding Nemrbo. Das Bro (a really depressing, but important movie about a frat on a doomed U-bro. I mean, submarine.) G. I. Brooooooooooo!
Hey, thanks to everyone that chimed in with righteous indignation about the 8 year old bully. The Mister took an extra slow walk home with Sally (our German Shepherd) after walking the girls to school this morning. Sally will protect her herd! Ha ha.

Bullet points, because I like 'to the point' info:
  • my sister is in BIG TROUBLE for not calling me back ALL WEEK. This is unacceptable, and I guess she's saying she doesn't want to have sushi with me this week, RIGHT BETH? Harumph.
  • I won Guitar Hero III
  • on easy. (shut it! I'm half-way through on Medium! And let me say that I am KICK ASS at the bass. On YYZ, y'all. <-- significant to other GH players)
  • it isn't sad or pathetic that my goal is to kick this eight-year old's ass. Dude, someone give this kid a REAL guitar, STAT! *rocks to Fire and Flames* lml -_- lml
  • I found a violin repair shop that is going to restore my great-grandfather's violins to their former glory (he made them, so I can't trust them to just anyone, you know?) The kids will start violin lessons immediately after, muah ah ah
  • I turned out two of the best loaves of bread yet yesterday. (Since Christmas, I have not bought bread. It's all homemade, y'all!) Oh, bread: why you so delicious?
  • I was nominated for two awards in two fandoms! What?! You guys! Whoever nominated me, thank you very much! One was at the Fang Fetish awards for an old Connor fic of mine (so I'm all happy about that) and the other was for the only HP fic I've ever written, Things They Should Have Taught Us In School for the R/Hr awards, which is just too cool for school. *beams*
  • everyone's been posting pics of their cats lately, I have pics of my dorks cats under the cut. BE WARNED: my Darthanne looks like she will jump through the picture and have your guts for garters. (It's a goth burlesque. I'll give you a second.)
  • the most important: I have officially signed on to do the Susan G. Komen 3 Day again! WHOOO. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, it's a 3 day walk-a-thon. Twenty miles everyday. I pay for all of my own expenses and raise money that goes 100% to women and their families: it pays for their care, for their treatment, and in some cases, their bills so their families can survive without them for the duration of surgery/chemo. Here's my account of doing it in 2006 (I missed out last year due to a filming schedule.) I'll have donation information up soon, for those of you that want to contribute to an AMAZING cause. YAY LIFE!
  • speaking of filming, I start shooting my next movie, St. Nick, this week, and I'm just tickled pink about EVERYTHING.

Tell me all about you! *props chin on fists after sliding cinnamon rolls over* whoops! cats are under here )

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