I know it’s been awhile. I kind of blew my wad with the Joe Quesada drinking game et al., and I’ve been blogging on geeky topics over at the California NOW blog. Topics include the LA Times’ “Girls’ Guide to Comicon” (the resulting aneurysm wiped out 3rd grade), the Today show segment on the fact that Gosh, Golly and Don’t You Just Know It!,* girls play videogames!!! And how they managed to interview the founder of the Frag Dolls without once mentioning what Frag means and what game they’re most famous for playing (HALO) I’ll never fucking know. The most recent blog post there is about why my hobbies courting “normal” girls pisses me off so damn much.
That’s not all I’ve been up to. Tonight is the kickoff for Go Play NW! The Geek Husband What Rules and I will be at the kickoff feast, and then gaming. I have no idea what I’ll be playing. I never sign up for anything ahead of time. Instead I usually see who needs a player, or barring that, see who else is leftover and we’ll form a game in a lobby or something. I’m so moody about my gaming, as in I need to be in the mood for something to really dig on it, that signing up ahead of time really doesn’t work out that well for me.
Now, as relates to hormones… As much as I adore Nightcrawler of the X-men (eXcalibur, etc…), is it wrong that every time they come up with a “bad” or, let’s just say, less moral version of him in another timeline (gotta love the multiverse), that I develop a mad crush on that version as well. Maybe a fiercer crush… A friend just gave me a copy of the orignal miniseries with Ilyana Rasputin, where she’s taken by Belasco and… Nightcrawler in a loincloth… sigh…
Yeah, I’m a walking mass of libido, which to be honest has not changed since adolescence. It’s one of the many reasons the Mister married me.
I’ve also got a podcast I’m editing for here. An interview with my friend Karnythia about her new publishing house, Verb Noire.
*Why yes, I am originally from the Midwest. How’d you guess?