Kaymyth

Good grief. I've got a Jace in Swift as Steel.

Well...if anyone notices the neighborhood raccoons have suddenly gained Allomantic powers, we know who to blame.

Tomorrow is caucus day. *tries to muster up enthusiasm for participating in the democratic process* *fails* Meh. (Yes, I'm still going to go vote. I'm just annoyed that I live in a caucus state and not a sensible primary state.)

Ma-RAH-see

Thou art wise in the ways of the Shard. Welcome, and have your introductory upvote! We have a number of folks around here for whom English isn't their first language, so you'll be in good company.

I am really annoying ThirdGen via work IM by continuing to be completely confused. ...and the mystery is revealed. He thought I'd seen a movie that I actually haven't yet.

Your mother has terrible taste in books. And nobody whomsoever was surprised that day.

I fixed that for you.

This is another one of your obscure films that only three dozen people on the planet have actually seen, isn't it?

It sounds to me like a standard case of A Senior Being Full of Crem.

Really? Eh. I might, then, but not tonight. We need another story or two in here by someone else before I add more to the mix.

Hey, now. I legitimately adore Steris. I just <3 Wayne more.

Hate comments? What do you take us for, Tumblr? In all seriousness, welcome! There is plenty of room here for all types of Sanderfans, no matter which series you prefer.

I've been debating the idea of telling you guys a not-so-happy story, but I'm really not sure I want to inflict the horridness that was 2003 on all of you. There's a lot of sad in there. So instead, tonight I am going to kick the lever on the WayBack Machine just a little less far back and tell you a tale from the early days of dating my now-husband. This is a direct copy/paste from the logs of my LiveJournal, so the forum filter's going to have its work cut out for it with the language. (I have faith in you, forum filter!) May 31, 2009 So, yesterday James and I went to Worlds of Fun. James is a rollercoaster fiend. I am terrified of heights and before yesterday, had never been on anything other than a kiddie coaster, and that when I was about eleven. But, y'know, I finally decided that maybe I ought to give the things a fair shake and actually try a few. Because I'm a crazy person. Or James is a crazy person and it's catching. First ride: The Octopus. James was kind enough to start me out gently with this wacky contraption of arms with spinning seats. It was kinda fun, though there were only six arms, not eight. Geek. I know. Second ride, first coaster: After that, my confidence was high (oh, stupid me) and we came to the Boomerang. Now, this is a crazy-chull coaster that ratchets you up this steep-chull grade and then lets you go on a sort of gravity-powered slingshot through an upside-down loop, a hairpin turn, two more upside-down loops, and then up another steep-chull grade.....which then ratchets you up s'more. And then you get to go through the entire thing again backwards. Words cannot express how completely horrible this was. Really. It jerks you around so that you wind up slamming painfully into your restraints, and the loss of directional orientation through the upside-downs was just....ugh. I wound up squeezing my eyes shut through most of it and whimpering softly. And then after getting off, I was so dizzy that I couldn't walk straight without help for several minutes. Third ride: Fury of the Nile. I needed to regain my equilibrium in a nice, long line, and we were both getting a bit hot, so we figured a relatively easy water ride would be a good choice next. The line was nice. In addition to settling my inner ear, there was a giant fan blowing mist out at us which felt OH SO GOOD. And we had a pretty good view of the Mamba, which kept us entertained with all the coaster-trains that were getting stuck midway up the lead rise. No, really. We saw some park workers talking to the stuck folks while they tried to figure out the problem, and later they ran a bunch of empty trains through (which also got stuck about 50% of the time). We decided then and there that the Mamba might be a good coaster to skip that day. Anyway, the Fury of the Nile is more like the Nice, Relaxing Trip Down the Nile With a Few Good, Cool Drenchings. It was just.....nice. And in the supposedly-scary tunnel near the end, we spun around just right for me to get a clear view of Thoth on the wall. So naturally, I shouted, "Hi, Thoth!" And then I got drenched by a waterfall. Good times. Fourth ride, second coaster: The Patriot. I agreed to go on this one 'cause of all the comfy securedness that makes up the ride's restraints. And parts of it were almost fun. If it had been about half as fast and with no upside-down loops, it would have been fun. But I still had to close my eyes on the loops; the vertigo was just too awful to bear eyes open. And I was really dizzy again after getting off. I've always hated any sort of upside down. I couldn't do cartwheels as a kid. Could barely stand doing a somersault. I suspect, now, that I may have an inner ear issue contributing to this, 'cause every flip-you-upside-down ride sends me to Dizzy Central. Fifth Ride: Viking Voyage. Another water ride, this time in a faux-wooden log floating down a half-tube. It was fun. It was wet. It was not scary. Yay. Sixth Ride, third (and LAST) coaster: The Prowler. This is the new one at WoF, and James had been dying to go on it. And I figured, well, hey. It doesn't go upside down. It doesn't look all that big. It's got seat belts AND lap bars! And c'mon, it's a wooden coaster, how bad can it be? Ha. Ha. I got my first clue as the opening climb clunked us around pretty roughly. And then, as we got higher, I could see.....the REST of the coaster: it. was. huge. Oh. Crap. And then, we got to the top, and it started. Oh, gods. The damned thing was so frakking fast I was feeling g-forces. There was no squeezing my eyes shut this time. I was too TERRIFIED to close my eyes; I had to keep them open so I would know whether the next gut-wrenching gravity shift was a turn or us flying off the track to our doom. And I was screaming. Not your typical "Whee! Fun!" scream (like James was doing), but more like an "Oh rust we're gonna storming die stormstormstorm make it stoooooop!" sort of screaming. And probably thanks to my death grip on the lap bar, somewhere midway it actually managed to click in a notch tighter, thus digging into my poor, squishy belly-pudge and making the second half of the ride terrifying and uncomfortable. As we finally slowed down and pulled into the platform (miraculously) alive, I managed to gasp out, "That's it. No more. No more coasters. I'm done." And I stumbled out, not dizzy this time, but just weak-kneed and brain-dead. And James bought us both some Dippin' Dots. And by the time we had eaten them, I'd managed to almost fully recover from Cave Buffy vocabulary. "Coaster bad. Ice cream yummy." I have come to three conclusions from this experience: 1) I am a wuss. 2) I have a twitchy inner ear. This also explains why I get dizzy when I'm just up really high, and could be the source of my height-fear. 3) I really do hate roller coasters. We went on Fury of the Nile one more time, because it was still hot outside and the water felt good. And then home, where I sort of collapsed into a pile of exhausted goo. But we did damned well on the sunscreening. Go us! As I was falling asleep, I kept thinking the bed was moving. Coaster bad. Ice cream yummy.

Also, I recommend Wonderfalls to everyone. Because it was an amazing, perfect little show, and it deserved way more than 13 episodes. But they still managed to wrap up that season's storyline so beautifully in those episodes, so it has a very satisfying ending. Oh, and the DVD set is only $15 on Amazon! (Seriously, they're great. The DVD art makes them all look like those old circular Viewfinder cells.)

Because I work for Redacted, Inc - the sort of place that actually sends out e-mails instructing us on the proper formatting and content of the aforementioned e-mail signatures.

Actual line I said in an actual conversation I just had with one of my team: "No, I am not putting 'Miniboss' in my business e-mail signature!"

Or at least would threaten to do so. But then you know you'd have Harmony sigh heavily and put the planet back, shaking his head at the kids' antics.

The constant and wanton misspelling of Steris's name.

So, did you line all the door frames and windowsills with salt?

Yeh. I could wax eloquent for a while on all the things wrong with the system, but it really comes down to the catch-22 where we have to somehow convince the people in power that putting new limits on how long they can stay in power and that sharing their power with more political parties is a good thing.

There are probably at least a few registered Republicans floating around here. You and my husband both. He refuses to register with a party, so he gets to stay home with the dog on Saturday while I sit around and wait to caucus. Imma take crochet with me.

I'm really not worried. I'm registered Democrat. Also, my voting isn't until Saturday. Yep, I have to burn half my freakin' Saturday just to stand around and wait to caucus. Stupid Kansas.

I am in favor of these things.