Tuesday is Triv Day

Today I completely ignored an assignment I have. It's only for 500 words, though. I'll do it when I get off Eviljob tomorrow.

Today we were talking (I have no choice but to talk, seeing as how I no longer have any privacy...), and someone commented that I'm always so nice to people, and everyone agreed. All I could think to say was, "Geez... none of you guys have seen my blog!" They totally cracked up!

No, I'm serious. Here I sound like total bitch. There I'm sweet. And intimidating. I'm still trying to figure that one out....

So I have a mile-long list of things I didn't do today after I got out; I watched Flood News...errr...Fox News. I saw a Macy's almost underwater--which I found really distressing--and it looks like the WSOP or whatever that Meg was planning to go to in Biloxi is going to be unlikely...or uncomfortable. I just hope Boomtown is ok. :-) I like that place 'cos the few times I've been there, I've had a good time. It's not as fancy as others, but the people are nice. Or were. I've stayed at the Imperial Palace in Biloxi, and it was...ok. Better than others, not as good as many; just ok. And a handful of years ago, I actually did pick up someone there, in a temporary sense. I don't do that sort of thing now, but it was justified and fun then. So I like Biloxi. I kind of like Tunica better, but I don't want to. :-) And I kind of like other places better, but I don't want to. So I'm sad that they're having troubles. And I'm also sad for the casino cats. There are a lot of casino cats; they hang around outside, usually in the parking lots. I hope they ran away from the water. :-( I'd like to think they did. And one of the conferences I go to is slated for New Orleans next year...I hope they've worked stuff out by then.

And my mother's concerned--really--for a flame point Siamese that lives in an art gallery in the French Quarter. She made friends with him or her the last time she was in New Orleans, and she's mentioned it about a dozen times. I told her to call the art gallery and ask, once the phones are back up if she's that worried; they'd probably appreciate the concern. It sounded like a cute cat, though; Mom said it would go out onto the sidewalk, like it was trying to invite people into its art gallery. :-) That's a Siamese for you.

I have my own stories of New Orleans, but they're...involved. As is everything else with me, it sometimes seems. So I'll just report hers for now.

I went to play trivia with Son-Friend tonight, which I try to do every Tuesday if possible. He looks forward to it, and it gives him the opportunity to talk to me. Usually it makes my brain hurt. :-P

We were in a bar (with me drinking diet coke and him drinking I think tea; I am too cheap to do a whole lot of drinking in bars, and Son-Friend can't drink. These Tuesdays are leaving me sick of bar food.), and Son-Friend was trying to tell me as we watched trivia and poker on ESPN that he would really be a good poker player, if I'd just give him a shot. Oh, yeah. Like the last time I took him. He became so emotionally involved that he had seizures. No, thank you. We'll save that for when your meds work.

And Son-Friend got annoyed when I casually commented that Phil Gordon is cute. I'm so glad that I didn't mention the fact that I think he's absofuckinglutely beautiful most of the time (*most* of the time). Thank goodness for that.

I think Son-Friend is concerned that I'm going to cut him off financially if/when I get with someone or married. Not that I ever have in the past. Who knows; he's mental. There's no talking with him.

Butsoanyway.

So then I came home, and wrote some stuff while I played *more* trivia. Ok, so I'm taking way too much time for myself, I know, but... I didn't play for almost a year online, and I really enjoy it. And one of the chatroom denizens came up with a good enough superhero name:

Danger Cat!

I like that way better than Sporkgirl.

And I also talked to Nurse Betty via IM (I am the QUEEN of multitasking!); she wants to buy a huge piece of land in I think Arizona, and develop it. One of her other friends did that, and has this cool-ass home for vacation/retirement now. Nurse Betty's a little older than me, but neither of us are anywhere near to thinking about retirement, but some of these parcels, she says, are going to go up in price when some highway gets built. So she & Mr Nurse Betty are looking to buy now, and she thinks that I should buy, even if I'm going to just sell later. I told her I want a *huge* piece, on which I'm going to build the Mall of the Universe! It'll make Mall of America look like a postage stamp! West Edmonton Mall will look like a tiny CONDO compared to my Mall of the Universe! And as a novelty, I'll have one level that is reachable only by gondola! And I can put a beach in there, and an airport, and a train, and maybe some mountains! I think Bass Pro might like a store on a mountain!

Nurse Betty asked me why I'd go get high and not invite her.

Oh, ye of little vision! ;-)