Jesse Hajicek

( TMI )

The sin of Sodom was, in fact, a lynch mob. I suspect the reason Lot offered his daughters was to point out to the mob how insane they were being, not because he thought it was okay for the girls to get gangbanged. Not that I try to make the OT make sense. Thank God I'm not a literalist. Literally.

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If Dan Savage were any hotter, I'd have to read his books with oven mitts on.

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Seebs said something adorably raunchy in the car today, and I made a mental note to jot it down here for the amusement of all, but that was hours ago. It's gone now.

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It's a gorgeous day, and I've been drinking sweet iced tea all night; I think I'd better go walk off the caffeine-and-sugar buzz. Lately I've been testing the unwritten rule that says people with headphones are Not Really Here. So far, no one's attempted to interact with me while I had them on. If this streak holds, I might actually start to enjoy walking a mile or two a day, like I used to when I was aggressive and self-centered enough to actually scare off people who dared to, for instance, ask me the time or try to bum a cigarette.

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Oh yeah, I remember what Seebs said. I was laughing at him for catching a frisbee-golf disc with his hand and hurting himself; those things are heavy and hard and have sharpish edges, they're designed to hit inanimate objects, not your hand. Catching them is stupid. "Stupid, but macho," said the Seebs. "While you in some ways resemble people who like macho..."

"Empirically... no," I drawled, glancing at his nerdy bishitude. "I have enough macho for the both of us."

The conversation turned to other topics. Some time later, he was nerving himself up to try unfamiliar foodstuffs, which is a real bungee-jump for an Aspie. I told him he could borrow some of my macho if that would help.

"I'll give it back to you later," he said in a campy sort of flirty way. I, of course, cracked up. Rah, in the back seat, didn't hear, and demanded what was so funny while Seebs and I laughed our asses off.

And yet, written down, it isn't all that funny. I guess the reason it amuses me so much is because we're such caricatures of ourselves sometimes. I like us. ^_______^

Blizzard's gay rights faux pas has been more than corrected. Frankly, I wasn't really outraged in the first place. Their policy was that your RL status isn't pertinent to your game life, be it race, religion, orientation, or what have you. They were just clumsy about dealing with it. The policy didn't hang together, honestly, and wouldn't unless they completely enforced roleplaying. Which, even as a heavy rper myself, I wouldn't like. It's nice to be able to get on General and go, "Is anyone else getting mad lag in Westfall, or is it me?" As long as people aren't asking me ASL in /say, I don't give a fuck.

You can tell it's the 21st century because instead of doing a happy score-for-our-side dance over the positive press for gay gamers, I'm just glad they finally made a guild recruiting channel. Slapping noobs for guildspam was losing its flavor.

Me: *glomp grope fondle yaoi*
Seebs: Stop being gay at me, I'm like, doing stuff.

Note to self -- do not attack the Seebs in the kitchen. Wait until he's done eating, then ambush him in his room. Also, twelve years of attempted ear-gnawing has not made him decide he likes it after all; this will probably not change. Also, shower, then attack while wet; you will not lose your superpowers by washing off the day's pheromone accumulation, and soap smell is apparently teh sexx.


In other news, we worked up our characters for the game he wants to run on our trip. Yep, paladin. But it's okay; it's a Norse setting, and this guy was a village bully, womanizer, and general ruffian until Odin whapped him upside the head. All the other paladins follow Tyr, but you know, when old One-Eye calls your name, you don't say 'later'. He has the remnants of a beer gut, and still has some trouble with the whole concept of not boning every female he sees. He scratches his ass in front of priests. He would do your mom and brag about it to your dad -- the difference post-epiphany is that he'd then realize that was wrong and be confused by feeling bad about it. As paladins go, this one's going to be quite playable. I even gave him the minimum wisdom for his class, and will have to spend all my stat gains building it up if I want to keep getting my specials. No self-respecting powergamer would ever do that, but I'm all about the roleplay.

Seebs: Mm, got spouse.
Me: Spouse is full of coffee, so don't squeeze my tummy.
Seebs: *squeeze* This isn't your tummy.
Me: Uhm... you are correct. That is not my tummy.
Seebs: ^___^