It's occured to me that I could go on - post after post rambling on about the comings and goings of my life and I'd never get to this point. Which point is that? The point where my dear reader has no clue who the hell I'm talking about when I mention a name or show a face...though I don't know I plan on doing that. I've put this off for the longest time cause...well...I wanted to do it my way. This is, of course, done in a manner that is much harder than necessarily and perhaps a touch too much. All before being slopped on a plate and presented with a chirpy, "Hey! This is for you!" So, without any further adieu - I present to you the Cast and Crew that help make this blog the mess it is. (:
So me...let's see...I'm a stay at home mum living here in Germany. I think we've made it abundantly clear that I can't speak the language very well at all. I have a habit (good, bad, wierd - who knows) of mixing my languages up into one frightening sentance or paragraph or muttered obcentity. I've taken up blogging for a couple reasons - things like peer pressure, visions of gradure and a desire "feel better". Things I like include certain addictive online games, a pile of Adult Swim programmes, the colour black and the melty bits of ice cream in the bottom of a sundae dish. Some things I dislike include PeTA (Though I'm all for People for the Ethnical Tasting of Animals), shitty music and people in general. Oh, though I do love a good gathering. Did I happen to mention I'm also the singer in a Rockband? Hell yeah baby - good times had by all!
Being the epitome of laziness, I didn't even bother to fix this poor guy's name. This would be mein mann, der Erlkonig - or The Elf King...something like that. Much to his annoyance, I'm known to refering to him as E because der Erlkonig is too difficult to use in (my) everyday conversation. I like to think I inspired him to start his own blog which kicks serious ass - check it out!
So me...let's see...I'm a stay at home mum living here in Germany. I think we've made it abundantly clear that I can't speak the language very well at all. I have a habit (good, bad, wierd - who knows) of mixing my languages up into one frightening sentance or paragraph or muttered obcentity. I've taken up blogging for a couple reasons - things like peer pressure, visions of gradure and a desire "feel better". Things I like include certain addictive online games, a pile of Adult Swim programmes, the colour black and the melty bits of ice cream in the bottom of a sundae dish. Some things I dislike include PeTA (Though I'm all for People for the Ethnical Tasting of Animals), shitty music and people in general. Oh, though I do love a good gathering. Did I happen to mention I'm also the singer in a Rockband? Hell yeah baby - good times had by all!
Being the epitome of laziness, I didn't even bother to fix this poor guy's name. This would be mein mann, der Erlkonig - or The Elf King...something like that. Much to his annoyance, I'm known to refering to him as E because der Erlkonig is too difficult to use in (my) everyday conversation. I like to think I inspired him to start his own blog which kicks serious ass - check it out!
As I mentioned above, I’m a mum here. I’ve got two girls – my growing to a gamer geek oldest daughter, the Elfling and my bouncy-bouncy Diva. Truth of the matter is, both these girls are high risk for the delightful affliction of Gamer-Geek. Moreso once we get down and dirty with playing Warhammer 40k. When I was in radio, both girls played strong parts during periods of my show where they really added a certain…je ne sais quoi (I’d tsk myself for using such a fancy term if I hadn’t needed to actually look up how to spell it) to my show. By usually having my listener’s rolling around on the ground laughing at our antics. The Elfling got her name, I like to think mostly, cause you can’t grow up always being known as “the Goblin Baby”. She has a pointy ear which kinda earned her an elfin nickname…that and it fits with well…us. The Diva’s nickname really fits her cause she’s all about the drama – flouncing about and just….oozing dramatics when it fits…or even when it doesn’t.
Gambit the cat. He often gives me the look you see in this picture and I’m quite certain he’s plotting my demise …or world domination. Likely both! Seriously, despite the pissed off teenager look he has going, he’s one of the most loving…or smothering cats I’ve ever had. Of course, we’ll see me try to say this as he trips me while I try to feed him.
Moptop and Danasha – more than just for breakfast! Ok…I wouldn’t know and really, really,really shouldn’t go there. These guys are two characters I play with on WoW (that’s World of Warcraft/Farming/Dailies for those of you who don’t know any better (Oh jesus Christ, yes, the it’s Warcraft – the other two are what I sometimes feel the name of the game is) and need a heads up) Together we raid, pvp (really, really, really badly in my case) and in general, help each other out. Oh another thing, these two darlings are actual real time friends. No, seriously, we sometimes gather round ye olde Xbox and jam out together.
Ded and Urs are friends of mine on another realm in WoW. Ursula (yes, yes…I’m switching things on your asses) is actually the short firecracker of a guild master…mistress? Anyhow, I was lucky enough to trip over...well, they ARE a gnome and dwarf…short lil fuckers… these two when I first came upon the realm of Trollbane and let me tell you – I’ve never met such a duo of warm, friendly cuddlebunniness. That being said, I should probably be shot for abandonment since I know I turn up these days with about as much frequency as a blue moon. I’m damn lucky to have such forgiving friends…though we’ll see how much that holds up when I post pics of them drunk and naked on their mounts.
Der Sam. Recently I was talking to this gent, of whom I’ve been friends with for a handful of years about how we met. It’s kind of funny to think that for quite a while I thought he was female. Not that he’s girlie, but because his character was and he really never made it clear otherwise. I was kind of looking forward to going on, and on about how he’s going to be a rising star in the field of sports journalism – after all, anybody who actually gets me interested in sports articles has got to be good. However, like many college students, he’s changed his major so I’ll someday get to go on about his many happy clients he has and oh my god that sounds so delightfully dirty he’s going to get me for typing this.
The Moms. No, I’m not the product of a lesbian relationship and likely both women would cause me serious pain for suggesting they’d lez out with someone so….you know, I’m going to stop digging myself deeper here. Anyhow – one mom’s by birth, the other by marriage. No evil mother in law’s here – that’s why she’s mom. How do you distinguish which one I’m talking about? Eh…we’ll figure it out as we go along.
The Demon…is yes, a washing machine. Mine, actually. He’s gotten the name because when I first got him, he had this awful habit of…well…moving around, especially during the spin cycle. I’m not talking about a ungentlemanly like rumble. We’re talking an Oh-my-FUCKING-god-why-are-there-bombs-going-off-in-the-basement sound that culminates with you going down there in a flak vest only to find it’s the Demon thrashing about the place like there’s a rave going on. He’s calmed down for the most part – sometimes he moves a lil bit but mostly he seems to have taken to playing with dice. Insert face-palm here…gamer family=dice in the laundry
That’s pretty much the bulk of things. I’m sure I’m missing out on people like Bella – whom you can read all about on her own killer blog and ummm…well, the rest of my family attached to The Mom’s but guess what, I can always add to this list.
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Heh...disgruntled Gambit and the demon. Very nice...still I would have through you'd mention Bella more than in passing :P
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