Friday Night funnies

After a rousing game of Munchkin (plus) which featured dwarf-tossing, roasted dragon-steed, a siege engine of doom (carried by a coat of arms), an electric koolaid acid sabre-toothed egg from hell, and a detailed discussion of whether is was in fact possible to put itching powder down a quarterling's spiked codpiece-o-matic, I am home.

Playing with my new toy. Yep - I've finally joined the 21st century with my new blue Zen Nano MP3 player. Scary to think that I can fit a good portion of my CD library into a thing smaller than a zippo lighter. Yeah, I'm feeling old. But I really enjoy listening to music at work, and I share an office. Since I no longer have a job where I am the front-line on the phones, I can actually justify getting one of these toys to keep my head all musical and stuff while I'm working. I suspect I'll be spending a fair amount of time this weekend ripping CDs.

Saw that NightWatch is finally out. We first saw trailers for it at a con more than a year ago, and I have all sorts of swag (rubber wristband, mouse pad, pins, patches) that I sort of feel obligated to actually see the movie.

will she or won't she?

Seriously - I've had this about-to-get-sick thing going on for a couple of days now and I really wish I'd just get sick and get it over with. My throat hurts about half the time, and it sometimes hurts to swallow, and my nose runs sometimes.

Stayed home from the Kaffein-ated Apples-fest tonight in an attempt to really get healthy. A nice long nap this afternoon only resulted in my feeling logy and vaguely unsure as to what time of day it is.

However, I have slain the great laundry-beast (laundry is MUCH more heroic when you have the LOTR soundtracks on your pod) and dishes are about to be pummled into submission.

Now I'm getting in my last Olympic fixes in. Seriously laughing at Bode Miller - bwa ha ha - twit. I was happy that they showed biathalon coverage this afternoon - since I don't have cable I end up missing wierd and wonderful sports like biathalon and doubles luge in favor of endless hockey games. Is anyone surprised that 3/4 of the US curling team is from a small town in northern Minnesota? Dude, they live in Minnesota - the land where you have to plug your cars in at night. Of COURSE they are good at curling. It probably keeps them from going berserk and eating their more annoying relatives sometime around mid-January. And *smack* for the olympic committee people who think that ski jumping is "too dangerous" for gurlz. Watch some of the horrific crashes in the Alpine events much? I personally have no desire to fling myself off a mountain any time soon, but anyone who wants to leave a few bones and ligaments and a *whole* heap of brain cells up there has my blessing.