thank you thank you thank you gloomchen and parageek for your wonderful christmas gift, which i just finished setting up in my closet. it is now a far more organized closet. i look forward to the day when salem decides he thinks he can fit in the hanging shelving unit, on top of my cashmere sweaters no doubt. i will kill him. i can easily find the mates to my shoes now instead of hunting all over the closet floor and i have a bag for dry cleaning that isn't the size of a corpse, which frees up that bag for a corpse (among other things). and having those collapsible storage boxes made it possible for me to finally stop using one of my original moving boxes to house my socks and underwear. yeah i was keeping it classy.

ah so awesome. in the process of straightening that up further i even found my favorite LBD which apparently had gotten crushed and crinkled and mixed in with one of my blankets, so now that can go to the cleaners, and if i have some sort of upscale function to attend i won't have to go looking for a new one. organization is key. soooooo happy.

thank you!

Tags: clothes, friends, holdays

okay so i'm dating yet another man who plays eve. of course i have no problem with this. i can catch up on missed episodes of gossip girl and celtic history or whatever while he's doing his thing. i love our alone together time. but i can't for the life of me understand what is so entertaining about eve itself.

every time i look up, and granted there's a WAR on right now, the details of which i will spare you, it's pretty much the same image on the large flat screen monitor a foot away from phil's face. it looks like space dust. oh! but he's flying through space dust, so it looks like moving space dust. fabulous. and controlling the ship doesn't involve anything remotely 3D, it's just a point and click sort of thing.

now, i know all about this war they are fighting, and it makes sense in a way. but nobody is shooting anybody else. phil gets annoyed with me because i keep asking him why he hasn't killed anyone yet. no big explosions. no charred corpses floating into outer space. no upping in the bank account. just space dust. FUN.

and the chatter? oh that's the best, when i can hear it. i have never heard a bunch of grown men whine so goddamned much about the most trivial of things. like, can they ban someone for posting a thread in the wrong section of the forum, sort of thing. REALLY? my ex and i weren't even behaving quite that childishly with one another over on the rave boards, so i don't see why people would get that way playing with their internet spaceships.

i am not knocking eve though. it makes phil happy. i just wish i knew why, since all i've been seeing for months now is different shades of space dust.

Tags: gaming, phil