bits from the holiday
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jamjarRandom things from my holiday:
On playing scrabble with my Dad.
He always wins. We don't understand how, since he can't spell, his vocabulary isn't better than mine or mum's, and yet he *always* wins. It's like me an monopoly, except I do it with skill and ruthlessness, and he obviously entered some unholy pact with the Gods of Scrabble. (Similiar to the pact some of you may have made with the Gods of Mah Jong.
Mum's suggestions on dealing with this included: giving him only 6 letters, not letting him have any of the bonus points and "supervising his tiles".
Conversations
"Brownian motion."
"Oh, that's your answer for everything."
"Colour-coded elf-porn!" (in a moderately busy starbucks)
Dad: "We used to have lots of parties when you were little. Bridge."
Mum: "The bread party."
Dad: "The adult party."
Brother and me: "What?"
Dad: "It had adult games. Pin the penis on the man, that kind of thing..."
Me: "That's... probably something I'd have rather not heard."
At a restaurant
Mum: "You need to ask for the bill."
Dad: "I've done it."
Mum: "Really?"
Dad: "I just went over there and asked."
Me: "He did."
Mum: "Are you sure? I didn't see you do it."
Dad: "...Yes, I'm sure."
Mum: "Maybe you just imagined it. Maybe you were planning to do it, and..." [bill comes] "Oh, you *did* ask for it."
Things I got that please me:
cashmere wristwarmers, perfect for keeping hands warm while typing.
cashmere cardigan, to match
A book called "Rubber, fashion, fun, fetish" from my mum's oldest and best friend.
A book about snakes and murder and writers
Nice jewelery. My dad has good taste, which makes the way he chooses to dress all the more bizarre.
Things other people got that please me:
Lamb, given to my mother, in a kind of marinade and the promise of work from my brother. He's a cook and it was... he sieves things we wouldn't, reduces other things, makes small amounts of stock from scratch... long story short, it was delicious.
These things with guns and a sensor pack and you strap on the sensor pack and when someone shoots you, it gives you an electric shock. Given to my little brother from my older one. My dad and brothers spent a while figuring out how to get them to work, and then my dad took an unwholesome amount of glee in shooting my brother until he could get the sensor pack off.
Broadband, my parents to my parents.
Pirates Of the Carribean, on DVD from my mum for us to watch in France. Good that we had it on DVD, because it took my mum three goes to get the plot. I tried to tell her, you aren't meant to know everything from the first scene, but she demanded constant narration... the bonuses and cuts scenes were excellent.
And speaking of things watched three times, I watched The Three Amigos for the nth time. I love this film so much.
Dusty: "What does that mean? Infamous?"
Ned: "Ah, Dusty! Infamous is when you're more than famous! This guy El Guapo is not just famous, he's IN-famous!"
Lucky Day: I suppose you could say that everyone has an El Guapo. For some, shyness may be an El Guapo. For others, lack of education may be an El Guapo. But for us, El Guapo is a large ugly man who wants to kill us! But as sure as My name's Lucky Day, the people of Santa Poco can defeat their own personal El Guapo, who also happens to be the actual El Guapo!
El Guapo: And....
Dusty Bottoms: Jose!!
El Guapo: Together we...?
Dusty Bottoms: Burned the village!!!
El Guapo: And...?
Dusty Bottoms: Raped the horses!!!
El Guapo: And....?
Dusty Bottoms: Rode off on the women!!
El Guapo: And we...?
Dusty Bottoms: Pruned..
El Guapo: Pruned..
Dusty Bottoms: The hedges
El Guapo: hedges
Dusty Bottoms: of many small villages
El Guapo: of many small villages....who the hell are you??!!!
On playing scrabble with my Dad.
He always wins. We don't understand how, since he can't spell, his vocabulary isn't better than mine or mum's, and yet he *always* wins. It's like me an monopoly, except I do it with skill and ruthlessness, and he obviously entered some unholy pact with the Gods of Scrabble. (Similiar to the pact some of you may have made with the Gods of Mah Jong.
Mum's suggestions on dealing with this included: giving him only 6 letters, not letting him have any of the bonus points and "supervising his tiles".
Conversations
"Brownian motion."
"Oh, that's your answer for everything."
"Colour-coded elf-porn!" (in a moderately busy starbucks)
Dad: "We used to have lots of parties when you were little. Bridge."
Mum: "The bread party."
Dad: "The adult party."
Brother and me: "What?"
Dad: "It had adult games. Pin the penis on the man, that kind of thing..."
Me: "That's... probably something I'd have rather not heard."
At a restaurant
Mum: "You need to ask for the bill."
Dad: "I've done it."
Mum: "Really?"
Dad: "I just went over there and asked."
Me: "He did."
Mum: "Are you sure? I didn't see you do it."
Dad: "...Yes, I'm sure."
Mum: "Maybe you just imagined it. Maybe you were planning to do it, and..." [bill comes] "Oh, you *did* ask for it."
Things I got that please me:
cashmere wristwarmers, perfect for keeping hands warm while typing.
cashmere cardigan, to match
A book called "Rubber, fashion, fun, fetish" from my mum's oldest and best friend.
A book about snakes and murder and writers
Nice jewelery. My dad has good taste, which makes the way he chooses to dress all the more bizarre.
Things other people got that please me:
Lamb, given to my mother, in a kind of marinade and the promise of work from my brother. He's a cook and it was... he sieves things we wouldn't, reduces other things, makes small amounts of stock from scratch... long story short, it was delicious.
These things with guns and a sensor pack and you strap on the sensor pack and when someone shoots you, it gives you an electric shock. Given to my little brother from my older one. My dad and brothers spent a while figuring out how to get them to work, and then my dad took an unwholesome amount of glee in shooting my brother until he could get the sensor pack off.
Broadband, my parents to my parents.
Pirates Of the Carribean, on DVD from my mum for us to watch in France. Good that we had it on DVD, because it took my mum three goes to get the plot. I tried to tell her, you aren't meant to know everything from the first scene, but she demanded constant narration... the bonuses and cuts scenes were excellent.
And speaking of things watched three times, I watched The Three Amigos for the nth time. I love this film so much.
Dusty: "What does that mean? Infamous?"
Ned: "Ah, Dusty! Infamous is when you're more than famous! This guy El Guapo is not just famous, he's IN-famous!"
Lucky Day: I suppose you could say that everyone has an El Guapo. For some, shyness may be an El Guapo. For others, lack of education may be an El Guapo. But for us, El Guapo is a large ugly man who wants to kill us! But as sure as My name's Lucky Day, the people of Santa Poco can defeat their own personal El Guapo, who also happens to be the actual El Guapo!
El Guapo: And....
Dusty Bottoms: Jose!!
El Guapo: Together we...?
Dusty Bottoms: Burned the village!!!
El Guapo: And...?
Dusty Bottoms: Raped the horses!!!
El Guapo: And....?
Dusty Bottoms: Rode off on the women!!
El Guapo: And we...?
Dusty Bottoms: Pruned..
El Guapo: Pruned..
Dusty Bottoms: The hedges
El Guapo: hedges
Dusty Bottoms: of many small villages
El Guapo: of many small villages....who the hell are you??!!!
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Date: 2004-12-31 08:48 pm (UTC)And from this entry your mom sounds like my mom. heheh
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Date: 2004-12-31 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-31 11:26 pm (UTC)Disturbing how *familiar* some of the arguments sound. I'm sure my parents have been getting inspiration from there.
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Date: 2004-12-31 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-01 01:00 am (UTC)