So I ended up not making anything over the weekend. I did start to… - Tactical Ninja
Jun. 11th, 2012
So I ended up not making anything over the weekend. I did start to think about it, but then instead I coloured my hair and it took twice as long as it needed to and I ended up naked because of getting it on my clothes. One day I will learn to wear the same crappy old t-shirt for this job instead of assuming that if I'm careful enough I won't get it all over myself. Anyway, after that I'd used up my cussword quota for the day and as you know, if you're not cussing you're not sewing so I decided to flag it in favour of killing hurlocks and sexing Anders.
Only to discover that there is no sexing in DAO:A. Ripped off! I mean, I enjoy the adventuring and the RPing and the killing monsters (hello, been a gamer since Transylvania) but the sexing adds another dimension to it that I now miss when it's not there. Instead I got Surprise!Bossfight! With Giant Ghost Electric Dragon*! in which we wiped four times before taking it, which almost made up for the lack of sexing. Almost.
*Queen of the Blackmarsh. I like my name better.
Apparently the All Blacks played last night. I remember hearing someone asking someone else if they were watching the game as I walked down the street on Saturday, and thinking "OK stay away from bars tonight", but that's about as far as it registered, then I promptly forgot.
Rugby is supposedly our national pastime. We are, apparently, a rugby-mad nation. The rugby world cup was held here last year (at cost to the taxpayer of $500million dollars) and we were apparently all madkeen to support this because RUGBY! IT'S JUST WHAT WE DO!
Except when we don't. There's a small but significant number of kiwis who couldn't give a rat's arse about the rugby. I'm one of them. I know the rules and can enjoy watching a game if pressed, but I'm just not all that emotionally tied to the outcome of a sport where I don't personally know any of the people playing and the result has no bearing on my day to day life. I guess I could say that the $500million for the RWC had some bearing on my day to day life, but that would have been the cost whether the All Blacks won or not.
But anyway, one of the things that happens after a rugby game where the All Blacks play is that everyone asks if you watched the game. Now, at work I'm like the Token Alternative Person with my unnaturally coloured hair and my burning and my sheep shearing and my understanding of internet memes, and nobody expects me to know the score. My stock reply is "There was a game? What of?" And people leave me alone. My colleague over the partition however, is not so lucky. She's expected to even know what the score is, but she finds rugby somewhat tedious to watch.
So she's developed a cunning strategy. She records it then watches it later on 4x. That way she can discuss the plays, knows the score, can gripe about the ref, the full nine yards - all with the investment of only 20 minutes of her time.
Not a bad solution if you're not game to be considered an unenlightened heathen like I am.
The end of my nose is all red. Not in that way that people get when they hit the bottle too hard, more as if it's sustained some trauma. I can't remember being kicked in the face on Saturday. This doesn't mean it didn't happen, of course, but.. hmm.
And, Dr Wheel returned from his retreat in need of a retreat from retreating. Apparently retreats are not relaxing. Who knew? And we've now watched to the end of Supernatural Season 7 and Game of Thrones Season 2. Whatever shall we watch now?