So my graduation present to myself finally arrived today: one vial of Miskatonic University from the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's "A Picnic in Arkham" collection. I honestly don't know whether to write some Lovecraftian-inspired Watchers 'verse ramblings (the Irish coffee tones are particularly strong right now and Irish coffee is something I strongly associate with Nora and the other Siblings McCormick) or something for the Mistwrought 'verse (as I can totally imagine Lailya's private library - full of treatises on demonology and thaumaturgy and necromancy and transmutation and magical encyclopedias galore and Lokyn how in the Nether did you find my trashy romance collection get out! - smelling like this).

My order also came with two free imp's ears, one of The Forest Reverie and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat which I haven't opened yet as the scent of Miskatonic University is pretty damn potent right now, but I suspect I will like anyway. I have pretty damn eclectic tastes in just about every category one can imagine.

I may or may not be considering putting in an order for imp's ears of various scents I'd love to try, with my top choices at the moment being Absinthe, Dragon's Milk, Fenris Wolf, Hellcat, Jabberwocky, Tamora, The Little Wooden Doll and The Obsidian Widow.

[livejournal.com profile] tinuvielchild, my darling? I love you This is all your fault!
So yesterday I bought myself a pint of frozen yogurt, ate half of it for dessert, and then put it back in my freezer to finish later.

Tonight, I skip over to the freezer, spoon in hand, open the door-

No pint. Anywhere.

Someone ate my frozen yogurt.

Someone ate my BEN AND JERRY'S PHISH FOOD FROZEN YOGURT.

Someone ate my ALREADY HALF-EATEN BEN AND JERRY'S PHISH FOOD FROZEN YOGURT WHILE I AM ON MY PERIOD.

TMI? YES. BUT I SO PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW YOU HAVE NO FUCKING GODDAMN IDEA.

WHEN I FIND OUT WHICH ROOMMATE DID THIS THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY.

Seriously. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
So.

The Red Sox.

My team. My boys. My fucking heart.

There are no words in the English dictionary or .GIFs on Tumblr that can accurately convey the complete and profound depths I have reached with my rage, my horror, and my grief.

I didn't watch the Sox collapse last September - I was too busy with school and LSAT prep to pay attention to baseball. But it was awful to read about, to see my favorites in all of baseball become an utter laughing stock. And over the winter it was hard to watch Terry Francona leave, and then see Tim Wakefield and Jason Varitek (the elder statesman and captain, respectively, and undoubtedly two great steadying influences in the clubhouse) retire. I put my faith in the team, though, that there was always next year, and that spring training would be a fresh start. I ignored the impassioned, bitter insults my dad, a Sox fan for all sixty-one years of his life, slung at the team, because someone in the family had to be the optimist.

(Optimism is most assuredly not normally My Thing, but I had to try.)

The Sox got off to a rocky start. They kicked the Rays' collective butts on Opening Day weekend, but so far it's been the only highlight to the season.

And then this past weekend. I mean... Jesus Christ.

The Sox lost 6-2 to the fucking New York Yankees on Fenway Park's one hundredth birthday. And then fucking YESTERDAY. Ahead 9-1 going into the seventh inning, and the bullpen - ONCE AGAIN - fucking collapses and the Yankees rally to win FIFTEEN TO FUCKING NINE.

FIFTEEN TO NINE.

The season is three weeks old and the Sox have already hit ROCK FUCKING BOTTOM. I have been a loyal fan my whole life, but I am so tempted to throw up my hands and find myself another team, if only for the sake of my blood pressure.

Seriously. There are quite literally no words that can accurately express what I'm feeling right now.

Screaming, at least, gets close.
dt_maxwell: ([Animals] Devil Bunny)
Taking a quick break from my research paper (just hit the fifteen page minimum and I am still not done! Woohoo!) to share the hilarity myself and some friends on Facebook (and by friends I mean people I actually know and have seen in person) are indulging in regarding what the weather in Boston is going to be like this week.

Some gems include:
  • "New England: where in the morning you wear a parka and have the heat in the car on high, and in the afternoon you wear shorts and have the air conditioning blasting away!"
  • "This week we will be experiencing highs in the high 80s AND the low 50s. Welcome to New England, where the forecasts are made up and the seasons don't matter!"
  • "I'm Drew Carey and I'll be your host today. The first game is called "holy fuck I would have worn shorts today had there not been a layer of snow on the ground.""
Oh, Boston. As much as I bitch about you, never change, my love, never change. 
...and wanted to share, too.

(And also, hey, look, an update. Kinda.)

One day I'll do a proper backstory for this 'verse. In the meantime, I have no idea what this is. Huzzah! )

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