The Overlord stood in the center of the room, his head thrown back in silent laughter, his arms raised above his head, his fists clenched in that famous, overly dramatic gesture known to theatre students everywhere as "milking the giant cow".

Ah, all is clear now. Also known as "we're about a minute away from needing to bop him with the big squishy mallet again, aren't we?"

Oh, how funny, that's actually what I was picturing. Though I was thinking dance move, not pose

Does the book also have an Ammeter? Can they be defeated by Multimeter?

No indeed. It does have an Ancient Artifact (Model 7), and the protagonist is Prince Kevin Timberline. The villain is Evil Overlord (recently upgraded from Evil Schoolteacher) Voltmeter, "He Who Must Be Named".

Also known as "we're about a minute away from needing to bop him with the big squishy mallet again, aren't we?"

Hey!

Though I was thinking dance move, not pose

The pet DJ played "Build The Robots" on Saturday night, but it felt very odd to be dancing to it without the StuntHusband.

Oh, how funny, that's actually what I was picturing. Though I was thinking dance move, not pose

Hey! That's a thought. (ponders)

If it weren't so slow, I'd get Doug-the-DJ to play "Ode to Revenge" by Doctor Steel; it has many, many moments worthy of milking the giant cow.

Ahahaha. I did my wordcount math wrong previously. But now I'm about 1k words away from being done. Then I get to take a little break, eat dinner, and then dive into the re-write.

I've heard many many people have that happen and baby is just fine

GC: this - so much ma towards this. Also, insent.

My JilliBook arrived!

Sass, no puking! Sparky I want to bring lasagna down to put in the freezer.

those two sentences do not go together.

Congrats CABill!

ETA: Idris is a great name.

DH is gone for 5 days - and my momdecidestokeepmeupuntilpastmidnighttalking WTF.

Congrats Vortex and family!

Yay CaBil!

I had a very long day today. I've also concluded that I shouldn't show any of my results to my advisor until I've written them up and edited the writing about five times, because even when I email him something and explicitly say "This is just a really rough write-up, but I thought this was an interesting result and wanted your thoughts on whether it's a good path to be looking at" or something like that, what I get from him are comments on my writing. This is going to end up taking me more time -- having to proofread and edit everything makes it kind of difficult to really bounce ideas around, and I know that I'll end up taking time to write up a bunch of totally useless stuff -- but it's got to be better than dealing with a lecture about my writing skills every time I meet with him.

I'm still in Alaska. It was amazing weather in Ketchikan today and we are now headed toward Juneau. Lots of prep for next week still to be done and internet is crazy expensive ($.40/min) and a pain to get and slow on board the ship, but I'm mostly having a good time. The scenery is really amazing, and it will only be made better when Kristin gets on board on Saturday. Missing you sweetie!

So, I met little Idris tonight. Or should I say big Idris. He was TEN POUNDS, TWELVE OUNCES! My ladyparts hurt just thinking about it.

The midwife said that the placenta was the biggest she'd seen. She and the birth assistant took pictures. I saw a picture, apparently it was enough placenta for three babies. I had no frame of reference, but it seemed big to have come out of a person.

He's a bruiser! I swear, he does not look like a newborn. [link]