Right? Check out the non-Gas station ones I mentioned, too. Both of them are really good. Especially The Host.

Everything went horribly wrong.

It started out with a dinner plan, as most catastrophes do. We were making some falafel pita wraps, and we may have been mildly intoxicated on a recently legalized substance - I really don't accurately recall.

Having cut all of the vegetables and warmed the pita wraps, we tossed our pre-made, Trader Joe's brand falafels on a plate, as per Joe's instructions, and then stuffed the plate into our new microwave, delivered the day before as a Christmas gift from my grandmother. It was our first time using the device, we hadn't even had regular access to one in some two years. We pressed the cook button and their was a beep and then the hum of the microwave, rising in pitch until it reached cooking frequencies.

We each cracked open a bottle of hard apple ginger cider, and tossed our heads back while we waited for our main topping to finish cooking. At eight seconds left, the ear drum tearing sound of shattering dinner ware rang from the top of our refrigerator and we quickly turned off the microwave.

The plate upon which we'd placed our frozen falafel had not proven to be microwave safe, at least not past the 1:22 mark. We held a short ceremony for it, our heads bowed in respect as we slowly scraped the chunks and shards of broken plate into the trash, dusting off the falafel and praying no glass had embedded itself in our food.

We're convinced it was a power grab on the part of the microwave, perhaps in concert with the neighboring refrigerator, but the gift giver responsible for this aggressive entity's presence in our home assures us that microwaves are useful devices. Trusting her judgement, we're cautiously planning to use it again today to warm up some leftover curry.

I'll keep you guys updated.

We didn't actually have any leftover curry in the fridge to warm up. But then we found some instant stuff in the pantry, and for some reason warmed it on the stove instead of in the microwave, possibly having entirely forgotten we had one.

Well, if you all insist so strongly, I suppose I will take the first post of 2013.

Rhiannon, Deflowerer of Years.

We're probably all recovering from the anti-climax of the apocalypse.

Also sobering up in a few cases maybe.

Ugh. I like hosting people, but I'm really sick of cramming them into our tiny studio each night and playing tour guide each day.

Happy Birthday Vahn!

About a week left before I head back to school, need to get stuff together and start packing.

Mommy sent me a Wii U. Thankfully the controller has a built in screen, because our TV has no HDMI inputs.

Also I now have a [temporary?] job. Scribing. And a little tutoring.

Went to Vermont with my friend for the weekend.

I already miss the beer.

i wish there were a service selling caves. like:

" Hello, is this the cavesellers number? "
" yes, and my name is mariane, how may i help you? "
" i'd like to order a cave, kinda deep, made out of lighty colored colors with a small charming pound in the inner chamber, there could be a bit of sunlight bathing down the pound. "
" your order has been acknowledged, anything else? "
" no just it, ah, add a large round stone to the entrance, so i can close it and never leave the cave. "
" anything else? "
" no, how much would it be? "
" around xxxx $. "
" Great! "
" may we discuss the payment method... "

just like that, and when i had my cave, i would be as happy as amaterasu was when the got inside the cave.

smart goddess, i mean, only to the point she wanted to party with everyone else.

Naked dancing is always more interesting than caves, though. Even Amaterasu would say so.

THINGS I REGRET ABOUT DECIDING TO GO FOR A 2 YEAR DEGREE AT A COMMUNITY COLLEGE INSTEAD OF A 4 YEAR DEGREE AT A UNIVERSITY:
• No JET

... Yeah. That's all I've got.

21 definitely not what it's cracked up to be

but quiet birthdays are nice too, I'm glad nothing explosive happened

and this was how Japan created Porn.
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