It’s good for you.

So, the Regular Ordinary Swedish Meal Time was a big hit yesterday. I was tempted to show another one today, especially since the Rev. Dark Wombat sent me a link to the video with his girlfriend in it. It just happens to be the same video where he screams “Incinerate your dreams!” But, I’ll refrain. You’re grown-ups. Well, most of you are anyway. And you can go to the YouTube channel on your own and watch all of them.

Yesterday was a successful day for me. (Well, almost. The Baggies tied QPR 2-2.) I made a pretty nice post and headed out to shop with Teacher Sis. We managed to get everything on our grocery lists and we scored mad clearance, yo. $2.50 stereo headphones that are not normally inexpensive at all? Check. Delicious taco lunch? Check. A 2-pack of fancy memory foam pillows for $15? Check. The blu-ray of When Harry Met Sally on sale? Check. Find used FBI notepad, with notes, in shopping cart full of clearance items? Check.

After all of that fun time, I rested for a minute before heading to the FuriousMick Haus to test out recording FaceTime in Garageband. Why, you ask? So that Dave and Little Miss Cotton can join in our reindeer games. And it so worked. Now we just have to help Taco Planet get in on the games and we’ll be ready to destroy the world.

Let’s see, what did we get accomplished in the game last night? We slaughtered the rest of the zombies in the Dwarf city, and the ghouls, and the Dread Ghast. Then, we awoke the golems. They were on our side thankfully. Then, we turned off the soul-sucking machine that powered the floating island. Since it is now safe to do approach the island, we headed there. And we fought a Daughter of Urgothoa (“What was once a woman now towers as a monstrosity of ectoplasmic flesh, horns, and a tremendous scythelike claw.”) Dead. And then Gary showed up. And before he could do anything, I punched him. A lot. I drained half of his HP. Unfortunately, he was a ghoul and I failed my Fortitude save, and then he touched me. And Larry Jenkins was paralyzed for three minutes. Luckily, that’s all that happened to me because Irvan Decay burninated the (non)living shit out of him. Fuck you, Gary.

I took his black dragon orb and somebody grabbed his mother’s head as we split. And there were tacos. Then, the island crashed into the sea and we started the long walk through the Grasslands. Dinosaurs dude. Dinosaurs. We were about to have an encounter with 4 Deinonychus (the prehistoric creatures, not my friend) before we decided that perhaps 1:30am was a good stopping point and perhaps we should level up before fighting a bunch of dinosaurs. And considering two of the players were already asleep in real life, this seemed logical.

Today is a special day. I am going to hang out with Rosco the Furious Mick today. It is a surprise for him. Since he is 8 years old and has no idea that I have a website, I can tell you the plan. We are going to watch Pitch Perfect and then record an episode of Date Night about it. Get ready for super cute little kid comedy gold.

Well, I should get on with it. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday. More soon. ~SC