This morning I was listening to NOW That's What I Call Emo, Volume One. I'm working on volume two (it's an apartment-wide effort) and the whole thing is making me feel so good. Listening to these songs made me feel younger. I realized that I haven't outgrown the music; it remains meaningful. It makes me happy that Owlie feels similarly, and that we can reminisce together. We aren't so old after all.
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Speaking of Ms. McGee, oh shit, we're having our first sizeable party. Usually we have people over to watch Buffy, but this Sunday marks our foray into bigtime soirees. We're having a heritage potluck/X-Files party. The twist is that each person must bring a dish representative of his or her heritage.
Being a German vegetarian, I was in a pickle. Fake sausage? Gross. Plus, who likes German food? I mean, really. The stuff is nasty and heavy. So I toyed with the idea of feigning Frenchness (chevre/champignon crepes) but have decided to go with apple strudel instead. To compensate for the not-so-exciting dish, my cat is going to make a dish. His name is Mikan, which is Japanese. I'm going to make sushi and tell everybody that he did it. Sushi is much more impressive than strudel.
True confession: I was once as obsessed with the X-Files as I am now with Buffy. So much so that poor Evan delighted me by accompanying me to the X-Files convention. He was a very good sport about it.
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Speaking of Ms. McGee, oh shit, we're having our first sizeable party. Usually we have people over to watch Buffy, but this Sunday marks our foray into bigtime soirees. We're having a heritage potluck/X-Files party. The twist is that each person must bring a dish representative of his or her heritage.
Being a German vegetarian, I was in a pickle. Fake sausage? Gross. Plus, who likes German food? I mean, really. The stuff is nasty and heavy. So I toyed with the idea of feigning Frenchness (chevre/champignon crepes) but have decided to go with apple strudel instead. To compensate for the not-so-exciting dish, my cat is going to make a dish. His name is Mikan, which is Japanese. I'm going to make sushi and tell everybody that he did it. Sushi is much more impressive than strudel.
True confession: I was once as obsessed with the X-Files as I am now with Buffy. So much so that poor Evan delighted me by accompanying me to the X-Files convention. He was a very good sport about it.
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