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[chibi_trillian]

You know what sucks?

Being filled with a weird, inchoate longing for something, but not knowing what that something is. Dammit, I want a reason for my strange restlessness. Something other than an urge to do unspecified stuff. Last time this sort of thing kicked in, I almost took a two thousand mile road trip with nothing but the clothes on my back and my purse. It's better than apathy, I suppose, but there are days when I worry for my mental health.

Ran into Riggs and other Darkonians in Denny's yesterday, for an "It's a small world" moment. I ought to start getting back out to events and practice hitting other people with padded sticks.

I wonder if santouryou translates effectively into foam-fighting. God only knows Florentine fighting is popular enough, and I know white-sword hits with the mouth are legal, especially if the fighter in question has lost both their arms and managed to pick up their blade somehow in their teeth. The main issue is making them solid hits--most people don't have enough jaw and neck strength to strike an effective blow with their head. Usually, if a legitimate hit is scored using a blade clenched between the teeth, the person in question did a suicide charge and threw their body weight behind the hit. Not good for the teeth, that.

Betcha Bishiros could give it a good try, though. He's crazy enough and strong enough, and nearly as impervious to pain and injury as the real Zoro.

Friday promises to be either very awkward or very interesting. The Geeky British Boss is hauling me out for lunch that day, and invited the whole department...including some people I'd rather not sit at the same table with. I've got this thing about not liking to eat with people I dislike, be it a muffin or a five-course dinner. Eating is too intimate an act to be shared with people you don't care for, especially when one is eating out because it's your last day at work and you know some of the people at the table are thinking "Good riddance." Ah well, drinks after work are hopefully going to be asshat-free.

I have written nothing today. It feels strange.

Happy birthday, Ethan. Happy Groundhog Day, everyone else.

ETA: Congrats on winning the challenge this week, mettathron. Now you can't bitch at me anymore.

Comments

[creamy-twilight.livejournal.com]

I've had those feelings too. Where was your road trip gonna take you? O.O Wow, did you know that stuff about the sword suicide or did you look it up? *is amazed by chibi_trillian's knowledge* Someone that can take pain like Zoro, he must be Zoro's real world spirit. You should forget about all those people cause some of them probably haven't found a job yet. So while you're working at a cosmetics store, they could end up working at a fast food place. Groundhogs are so cute. I remember last year I watched it a video of him coming out. His little house was all decorated o^.^o

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

My road trip was going to take me to visit my parents, actually.

The sword stuff is from painful Darkon experience, actually.

All the people at my lab have jobs. It's the only reason that they're there--because they pretend to work there. Most of them are at least ten years older than I am.

Groundhogs are fuzzy, and like apples.

[mettathron.livejournal.com]

.... *Opens and shuts mouth because I used up all of the cool words on the fic entries* .... I'll kick you later.

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

What did I do? Por que, Maria? POR QUEEEEEEE?!

[tgecko.livejournal.com]

I've had those days, too. I think it isn't a totally uncommon feeling, they say that the most common runaways aren't teenagers but middle-aged folk who just up and walk away.

Foam fighting?

The idea of a real world Zoro running about is an interesting one, to be sure. *laughs*

It could be worse. Instead of a going-away luncheon, you could have a going-away paintball war like my boss is gonna have on Friday. And I freely admit that I am too afraid of giant paintball-welts to pick up a gun and fire at the people I can't stand. Goodness knows how many of them can't stand me, after all...

[creamy-twilight.livejournal.com]

OMG, a going away paintball war. Your boss must really not like all of you if he wants to shoot you all down. I guess he (or she) felt that everyone could get their rage of being laied-off out. A real world Zoro is interesting. Wonder what his job would be.

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

He's a blacksmith, actually. He's still in the middle of his apprenticeship, but he does some pretty nice work. He was so strong before he started swinging a hammer ten hours a day that his nickname was "Treepusher"--he pushes a tree, it falls over, and there is firewood for all. Now he can pick me up with one arm without trying terribly hard. ^.^;;;;

[tgecko.livejournal.com]

Well, he's not getting laid off, just moved to a different office two floors down. So it's not really a 'going-away' going-away, just a 'going-away-from-us' going-away.

Either way. I'll just sit in the corner with my cookies and wait for someone to shoot their eye out. Mmmm.... cookies...

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Whew. I'm glad I'm not the only one.

Foam fighting is full-contact wargaming with foam-padded weapons. It's fun, if painful.

Bishiros is an interesting character. Actually, he's an iiiiiiiinteresting character--he can do crazy, insane stunts and walk away unphased, (mostly) unhurt, and looking kind of cool, but don't ask him to walk in a straight line down the sidewalk without tripping over his shoelaces. ^.^;

I want paintball!

[tgecko.livejournal.com]

Aah. It sounds fun to watch. I am all for watching contact sports like that, but I wouldn't play 'em for the same reason I wouldn't play paintball, my extreme wussiness in all matters concerning pain. XP

Feel free to trade with me! I think both accents and geekiness are terribly sexy (well, geekiness up to a point...) *laughs* Or if you can't trade, start a food fight. That'd make it memorable, at least. :D

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

The GBB is more chibi-cute than anything else. He's shorter than I am, a redhead, and a big RPG dork. He's also married with kids (he dressed up as Arthur Weasley to take his kids trick-or-treating--it wasn't that much of a stretch for a redheaded English man with glasses to dress up as a redheaded English man with glasses).

My other British boss, though, is sex on toast. Frequently clueless, wears emo glasses and really loud shirts, married to the scariest woman in the building, but still...damn. DAMN. I'd be scary too if I was married to somebody like that, considering that he's a chick-on-guy sexual harassment suit waiting to happen.

Considering that the GBB is probably paying for my chow, I can't chuck it about thoughtlessly. I can think about starting a food fight, though.