Set your pants on fire

Did I mention how annoyed I was at losing Herbie from Terran? Well, we pissed and moaned, a couple of us prayed, I wished suppurating anal warts the size of oranges on his sysadmin at work and we cut the heart out of a troll by moonlight with an obsidian blade in the staff forum - something seems to have worked because he's back. It makes me childishly, unreasonably happy, although our interaction hasn't been more than light-hearted spammishness for a while now - it doesn't matter, it's all good. In the early days I'd actually become physically aroused at the sight of the orange-and-black PM pop-up... that's worn off, but the little thrill of pleasure hasn't.

And an anonymous troll has been harassing one of my friends - in a very childish, trivial stupid way, but it's still not very pleasant for her. I joked that I was jealous at not being important enough to have people troll me anonymously (no, you don't count, G - I know who you are, as much as anyone can...) but I wouldn't like it any more than she does. Really, the amount of energy people put into being sucky sometimes astonishes me - especially since all he (I think it's probably a he) achieves is to make himself look like a sad loser.

Last night I was sitting here quietly browsing something or other when Squish started howling softly and wouldn't stop till I called him over for a bit of oo-mox... little spotted attention whore. I tell you, after having dogs for so long, I'd be the star attraction at any Ferengi massage parlour. I can make Spike groan and his knees buckle just by rubbing his ears.

The two of them are chasing each other up and down the stairs now. I have Tales of the Dominion War to read when I've exhausted the entertainment possibilities of the Internet, and there's still about a third of the Baileys left. Life is damn good.

*grins*

Set your pants on fire

Did I mention how annoyed I was at losing Herbie from Terran? Well, we pissed and moaned, a couple of us prayed, I wished suppurating anal warts the size of oranges on his sysadmin at work and we cut the heart out of a troll by moonlight with an obsidian blade in the staff forum - something seems to have worked because he's back. It makes me childishly, unreasonably happy, although our interaction hasn't been more than light-hearted spammishness for a while now - it doesn't matter, it's all good. In the early days I'd actually become physically aroused at the sight of the orange-and-black PM pop-up... that's worn off, but the little thrill of pleasure hasn't.

And an anonymous troll has been harassing one of my friends - in a very childish, trivial stupid way, but it's still not very pleasant for her. I joked that I was jealous at not being important enough to have people troll me anonymously (no, you don't count, G - I know who you are, as much as anyone can...) but I wouldn't like it any more than she does. Really, the amount of energy people put into being sucky sometimes astonishes me - especially since all he (I think it's probably a he) achieves is to make himself look like a sad loser.

Last night I was sitting here quietly browsing something or other when Squish started howling softly and wouldn't stop till I called him over for a bit of oo-mox... little spotted attention whore. I tell you, after having dogs for so long, I'd be the star attraction at any Ferengi massage parlour. I can make Spike groan and his knees buckle just by rubbing his ears.

The two of them are chasing each other up and down the stairs now. I have Tales of the Dominion War to read when I've exhausted the entertainment possibilities of the Internet, and there's still about a third of the Baileys left. Life is damn good.

*grins*