potentialities

I know the deadline for proposing new sports for the LA Olympics has already passed, but consider how delightful synchronized pitching could be:





Originally posted here.

I decided to dress as Girl Loki for Halloween. This is less of a costume and more of an outfit, as I just took the Kid Loki t-shirt which I already own and paired it with black tights, a short black skirt, and a long black hoodie sweater with gray embroidery which I also already own instead of crafting a thoughtful and detailed genderswapped Kid Loki costume from scratch, which is something I would not be capable of doing at all, much less on short notice. It was something to wear while I doled out candy in dribs and drabs in our relatively quiet neighborhood.

I also inflicted the pink princess costume on the dog, who hates it, but the kids love it. She figured out pretty quickly that she can get the hat off by herself, so that doesn't last long, which is unfortunate, because it is really the cutest part.

( cut for graphic depictions of animal cruelty and some dangerously sad puppy eyes )

I have an idea for NaNoWriMo that I like, at least for the moment, but we'll see if that liking survives its first encounter with a blank page. I also have several half-finished kink_bingo fills that don't quite make a line yet and clearly aren't going to be posted pre-amnesty anyway, since that would be a matter of hours from now, and, uh, no.

This was taken in 1991, so I would have been seven.

I caught a midnight showing of The Dark Knight with this guy:



He informed me on Wednesday that he needed a nurse costume immediately. Regular nurse or slutty nurse, I inquired.

Regular nurse, he said, although in fact the first place he took his girlfriend and me on his nurse costume quest was the local Priscilla's. They not only didn't have a nurse costume, they didn't even have a piece of nasty cheap nurse negligée, further confirming my belief that Priscilla's is completely and utterly useless.

We finally ended up with this sleeveless shirt from Wal-Mart and a skintight white miniskirt with little pleats in the middle from Kohl's, so, slutty nurse. I thought it was quite effective.

Oh, and the movie was fantastic, of course.

Every year it falls to me to me to decorate my little brother's birthday cake. My task is to produce a gloriously geeky creation, earning the acclaim delight of Danny and his many guests, in spite of the fact that when it comes to artistic ability, I have two left hands, and I am not actually left-handed.

This year, using one of the Dark Knight posters as my inspiration, I created the Joker cake:



A boy and his cake. Danny didn't actually know what I had planned in the way of decorating, but he was wearing his Joker t-shirt fresh from the boy's department at Target anyway.

( Three more pictures under the cut )

The newest member of our family, whom I have not posted any pictures of previously, is a toy apricot poodle named Nellie. I like to tell my brother that we got her as a replacement for him because she is also blonde, curly and not so bright. (It's even funnier because I've actually caught my parents calling her Danny on multiple occasions.)

She and Harry the rabbit aren't entirely sure what to do with each other.

( You stay on your side and I'll stay on mine! )

Harry likes books and plastic bags:

( Especially plastic bags with books in them )

Nellie prefers romping through the leaves and attacking her large, colorful stuffed fish:

( It's almost as big as she is )

Both of them can agree, though, that they wish I would put that stupid bright thing away.

Last night, because I try to take my cues from xkcd as often as possible, I dressed up as a Wikipedia page. (It was also easy to make in fifteen minutes using only items that I already had in my house.)

( Here I am, my page pristine except for the one photo of myself that I uploaded )

And here is the transcribed text after the wikivandals (otherwise known as Stan and dragonstrider) got ahold of it:

The population of Meghan R----------s has tripled in the past six months.

She is a girl.

She beat up a 6 year old Auschwitz survivor with a steel baton because she, and I quote, "couldn't keep up with the beat."

She is well respected in Hollywood as the only performer who can freebase and insufflate liquid cocaine simultaneously.

I found this all very informative, especially the part that I'm a girl. However, as neither of them cited any sources, I'm not sure I can rely on any of this data.

I have just realized that I am Wilson and Stan is House.

No, really. I'm a little disturbed at how accurate this is.

To make this post a little less pointless, here's a picture of one of his cats.

( Sleeping in )

( Me, my brother, and these four other guys )

We made it to Rapid City, although there was a time, wandering around the labyrinthine hell that is Wall Drug and expelling more than my own body weight in mucus, that I didn't think that we would. I have eaten buffalo (it tasted like one of those hamburgers you hear about in science fiction synthesized by computers that don't quite understand). I got this terrifying rabbit that I think was supposed to be cute, and that in fact looks like the rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

( Mere photographs do not adequately capture the terror )

All right, I understand that we're going to go pirate miniature golfing now. Arrrrrrrrr!