Hong Kong!! There, I said it. Behead me now. (Had to look up what the fuck their problem is this time, but, you know, there's always something going on in this crazy old world of ours, that Twitter is screaming about ...)

Ah, Blizzard, Blizzard, how I love thee. Let me count the ways.

Is there any way you pull your head out of Chinese money ass and get your shit together? Because we are perfectly happy to tone down our language and politics if you really insist, but sucking so hard on foreign investor's dick that your sense of free speech is entirely muffled ... ? Dudes. At least be subtle about selling out. You just shat your own bed. Six days from Blizzcon. Yikes. 

Holy Cow, what is that?? O.O

Fuck a duck, WHY is every awesome game PS4 only?! Why?!

He won't say it directly, it's not his way, but when G misses me terribly, he'll call and order: "Stop fucking around and come home already." And by fucking around he means going to see movies I am not supposed to see alone (Like Joker) and eating expensive candy I am not supposed to eat after nightfall (because it gives me tummy ache.) Basically, it just means: come home. I don't like rooms without you in them.

PS On a related subject, drew Garrosh as the 'You love whom you love' prompt. I'm halfway through writing the last chapter of Goose's midriff, where he is the lead, and am wondering if I should include the 'My intuition tells me to hide, weather it out, hope it doesn't start in my lifetime and let it be somebody else's problem when the time comes. My spine, ethics and camera, on the other hand ....' speech.

Wondering if I should go see Joker. I really want to, but I am starting to get nightmares just reading about it. Sure, this bed I am on over the weekend is wildly uncomfortable (missing bars), and the cat is very scary, but still ... I dreamt tonight the family was visiting some castle and one of the genitors tried to hang himself, which I prevented by yelling for help, but then my dad had a heart attack and the last thought before I woke up stiff and sore was 'A life for life' ...
      I also dreamt I was the Scaramouche and a rebel graffiti painter in some castle-school-military establishment, and had to finally run from assassins, because the college had it up with me. It was fun, but I had to leave all my things behind - my shoes, my camera, my clothes, my paints, all of that. And I don't think my life is perfectly whole without those things. Not that as materials they are not irreplaceable, it's just that if I run, I run with them. Other people grab kids or pets or somesuch. To each their own. Because of course then you have to run knowing all of those things got smashed and pissed on.

      Shouldn't have drunk proper milk, either. Tummy got upset. So, plenty of explanations for the nightmares. I kinda really wanna go see the movie.

General's line of the week

Me: "I sometimes take time to watch porn, I have this whole ritual - I make some coffee, find the theme, choose the toys and ..."
General: "You need to take coffee so you don't fall asleep having sex with yourself?"

Is there a book that says how to get a scary old cat off the bed, because it's nigh midnight and I am getting very tired? Does anyone know? There's only so many episodes of Fringe one can binge. This house has no couch.

PS Spelling is very important. Had I misspelled the main object into either car, cap, cam, caw or cab, my life would seem even stranger ....

Sleeping and cold, because stupid

The weirdest thing, lotsa people say that sleeping with their lover is right there at the top of the things they enjoy most and find most comforting. I wasn't sure until recently, though I've always suspected, the General really makes sure my kidneys are covered when I sleep. He does this in his own sleep. We are both prone to pushing covers off ourselves - he bunches his huge fluffy duvet and hugs it and sleeps on it, I slip out from under my tiny blankie and just sleep next, usually big-spooning or just kind 'hidden' in the small of his enormous back. But whenever he stirs or not even stirs, just rolls, he checks, tugs, pulls the blankie over my midriff, knowing the one place I hate being chilly is my lower side and then proceeds to bunch me with the duvet and sleeps on top of me.
       Today, being away from home, I did that dumb thing I always do, I opened the window and just napped on the bed, without any covers. My body got SO cold, not to mention I slept on the arm, which was literally numb and frozen for it, it was painful by the time I woke up. Nobody covered me, nobody made sure I am in a proper position. No dreams, because the entirety of my sugar supply avoided the brain and just invested everything it had into the furnace system.
       What a weird thing. Your own body forgetting how to sleep alone and actually depending on someone else to moderate it through the night. It's just the dumbest thing. A whole weirder layer of finding someone homey.