So in less than two weeks, Tamara and I will be in Rome, butchering the language, savouring the local cuisine and getting suitably and enjoyably lost in the twisting little streets all the while rubbernecking like the giddy tourists we are. Now we’ve got our own itinerary planned and our own ideas of what we want to see but I thought I’d take this time to see if anyone else had any suggestions of places to see (or places to avoid).
Looking forward to your ideas.
Avast ye scurvy dogs and barnacle lovin’ sea-rats. You should be knowin’ what today be by now. T’happens every time the wind blows September 19th our way. Aye, tis once again time to be sailin the seven seas of mediocrity and cursin’ those thrice damned land lubbers who’ve been searchin for me buried treasure. Tis once again, Talk Like A Pirate Day. Now buck up me hearties, or I’ll be sendin’ ye down ta meet Oul Davy himself.
— We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming… or in my case, I’m going back to playing spore. —
Man… my post titles are getting lamer and lamer. I really had to dig for that one. I’m going to blame having to be up at 4am to take my girlfriend’s mom to the airport. Guh. It’s far too early and I have had far too few Monsters to be walking and talking, let alone blogging but hey, we all can’t be morning people now can we.
I will say that getting up at 4 did make me somewhat nostalgic for the late nights that I haven’t had in quite some time. Perhaps it was also the time of year. There was that crisp sharpness to the air that autumn always brings and that I love so much and the peace and quiet was exquisitely enjoyable. To make the morning perfect, there was a full (or nearly full) moon with a haze around it that made the whole sky glow and that alone was reason enough to be up that early. Joy!
Now I’m home alone, the girlfiend girlfriend has gone to work and the kidlet is at the day home, the house is clean and all my chores are done save making lunch. I have a couple of hours to waste and I shall be spending them here online. No, I’m not going to be playing WoW for once. This morning we’re going to be delving into the tide pools of a planet I have named Raxacoricofallapatorius (Are you a Doctor Who nerd too? Good. I won’t have to kill you then.) and a little amoeba I have named Slitheen. Hooray for the glory that is Spore… okay perhaps a game where 80% of the creatures made to date are ambulatory phalloi made by twelve year olds isn’t all that glorious but the fact that you can make anything you want is quite brilliant.
I’ve not played past the Tide Pool phase yet. I’m still having fun fiddling with the creature widgets and deciding if my amoeba is going to be carnivorous or herbivorous (or possibly omnivorous if I can find the upgrade) and I am really looking forward to all the other stages too. If I have anything decent, I’ll post some screenshots, and perhaps I’ll even get around to posting those photos of our place.
However, this is more than enough babble to keep you all enthralled with the wonder that is my life and the more I type here, the less time I have to play. I say good day sir. Good Day.
Or is that your Jar is a door? I never know anymore and right this second I’m more than a little drunk so I don’t rightly care (and won’t apologize for any inonsistencies or smisspellings_).
Tam and I decided recently to budget our finances and start saving for a decent house and our trip to Rome (yeah forgot to mention we’ll be in Rome this time next month… WOOOO!). To that end we went shopping for some nice “jars” to decorate and use as our budgeting means. We’re not going to use our b edit or credit cards at all… or as little as possible and all our expesnes are run out of the jars. SO far it’s been an interesting experiment and I like the challenge that it presents.
Hopefully it’ll be a beneficial experience and we’ll be able to smash our collective debts into tiny pieces! Yarrr. As it is, I’m just glad that we’re both able to approach the whole monetary issue with rationality and without any of the problems that plague a lot of other couples. Hooray for getting lucky in that regard.
Wheee. Well this post was supposed to be longer but I’m now 3 shots behind and already feeling ti so I do believe that my irish arse is logging off to go drink itself into bed. WHeee!