Avatar: TLA has reached new levels of being a pseudo-anime. The latest episode, Zuko Alone, was simply gorgeous! The fight scene near the end was perfect; all I could think of was something out of Naruto, Samurai Champloo, Kenshin, or any of the other samurai/ninja anime I’ve seen. Delicious. ^_^
Yep, I’m a 26 year old woman completely and utterly turned on by a 17 year old fictional character. ^__^ And I’m damned proud of it!
Still trying to figure out some of the bugs in the archive, but I’m feeling lazy. After staying up until 3am every night and staring at code approximately 6 hours a day, I’m not feeling all that particurly driven to do the things I promised for the archive.
The Great Lakes Kite Festival is this next weekend and as I’m sure all my friends know, I go every year whether it’s rain or shine. ^_^
This year, I’m fixing fajitas for my contribution. Since everyone’s adults now, I’ve been feeling like showing off my mad grilling skillz. I’m making one recipe for Tequila-marinated beef and then another called “Rattlesnake.” (I promise I’ll share on the forums once I’ve had a chance to try them.)
I just hope Scott isn’t as big an asshat next weekend as he was this. God, he’s almost 21 now and he’s was acting like he was maybe 11. Lately he’s been spending 99% of his time hanging around these little kids in the trailer park, barely spending any time at home. I finally tracked him down about a week ago and asked if he was going to Great Lakes. It’s always the same time each year, the weekend before Memorial Day. I just want to know who is going, so I know how much food I’m fixing Friday night. He wants to know when it is. *sigh* (Same time it’s always been?) He then wants MY permission to bring along this 11 year old kid who repeatedly glomped him while we were talking. (…. disturbing…)
That’s something he’s going to have to ask his mom or his brothers, since they’re the ones with the larger vehicles. My family just has a little, compact car that’s going to be crammed. Plus, none of us want to be responsible for any little kids. He then proceeds to go all emo on me because his mom’s never home and that she’s spending ALL her time over at his grandparents, yadda, yadda. (His grandma just had a stroke, grandpa just had surgery to repair a detached retina). Okay, so you can’t CALL her? Call your brothers?
We went to a food auction this weekend with the hopes of maybe getting some food at reduced cost. He spent most of it being generally annoying and childish. The little kids ahead of us with the toy gun were annoying enough (“Click-click-click-click-click-click” for 4 hours) without him acting whiny or being an emo towards his mom and brother.
At one point, the auction sold full cases of suckers that were kind of like a Push-Pop. He wasn’t paying attention and asked what they were.
I replied, “Candy.”
Scott: “I know, but what kind are they?”
Me: “Suckers.”
He then starts whistling the “S” in suckers and eventually entertains himself by whistling the S in every word that had S in it. (Kind of like that beaver in Lady and the Tramp.) First time was a little cute, but 15 minutes later I was starting to feel homicidal.
Every time his family bought something, he kept telling them they should have gotten more or they had to bid on something. (Usually candy.) He did the same thing that he did with the suckers a little later when they auctioned off some powered soup mixes (Minestrone and Clam Chowder).
At another point, someone’s cell phone rang and they had a custom ringtone. Some time earlier, Scott had grabbed his mom’s cell and had become the mad snap-shotter. He asks if I wanted to hear his. I have to assume he means a ringtone. Not knowing if he still had the cell or not, I turned around and glared at him. He doesn’t have it, but he immediately begins giggling that he “made me look.”
Honestly, if he’s going to act like that all next weekend or if he decided to flip out over the fact I marinated the steak in Tequila, I don’t want him to come. I don’t want to hear a peep out of him.