Stuff and nonsense
Jul. 1st, 2008 05:21 pmSpent the long weekend with my best beloveds at Anthrocon. Waved at a lot of people I like for a bit, got to get some hangout time with lovely people I was wanting to get to know better, such as
ninjahijinx and
tracerj. Didn't get to see enough of a lot of you, but that's mostly because I was disorganized. Only got to a few snippets of actual programming, sang adequately on Rock Band. Didn't buy much of anything, and watched my son tackle-hug fursuiters a lot. Small pile of pictures here.
I took my son to see Wall-E today, on the deal Cablevision has where if they own your connectivity you get to go to free movies on Tuesday. The little guy is sensitive, and started crying when the ending was looking problematic for the hero. Only a promise from the concession guy that he'd seen it and it had a happy ending coerced
projectmothra to return.
On the way back from the theater, we stopped by a natural food store that had fresh organic strawberry soup. I've got a longstanding fear of strawberry soup, leftover from a childhood incident in the Catskills involving a fancy dining room, strawberry soup in a juice glass, and fits of vomiting. But Rhys really wanted some, so I got over my revulsion and let him get some. And I ate it too. It was good. It tasted like strawberries. Now I feel lighter in the world somehow.
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I took my son to see Wall-E today, on the deal Cablevision has where if they own your connectivity you get to go to free movies on Tuesday. The little guy is sensitive, and started crying when the ending was looking problematic for the hero. Only a promise from the concession guy that he'd seen it and it had a happy ending coerced
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On the way back from the theater, we stopped by a natural food store that had fresh organic strawberry soup. I've got a longstanding fear of strawberry soup, leftover from a childhood incident in the Catskills involving a fancy dining room, strawberry soup in a juice glass, and fits of vomiting. But Rhys really wanted some, so I got over my revulsion and let him get some. And I ate it too. It was good. It tasted like strawberries. Now I feel lighter in the world somehow.