February 12th, 2005

Cyclor - cannibal lord of the pumpkins!

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The last few days have been fun. On Thursday, Robyn Ochs (a really cool and hilarious bisexual activist) came to Allegheny and had a workshop at the AGP house about labeling and related issues. That was a lot of fun, and everyone was really open and had a good time. Later on, she spoke in the chapel about all sorts of things, from body image to her idea of feminism to gender equality in dating, dancing, and other things. It was really cool. She was selling pins too, and some were really amusing. I bought 2 of them. One says "trans ally" and the other says "pink sheep of the family" with a picture of a pink sheep in a triangle. I just got that one because I found it hilarious, even though I don't consider myself a pink sheep (for one thing, I hate the color pink). There was also a funny one that said, "I'm straight, but it may just be a phase." Afterwards, she hung around the AGP house for a while, and everyone talked and ate cookies and chips and guacamole and joked around and stuff. I adore Robyn, she's such an awesome, fun person. And she teaches at Tufts, where my Nana went to school (English major!). Fun times.

Yesterday, Nick and I ate at Julian's. I really like their veggie melts. Messy, but delicious. And today we ate at Chovy's. I'd never been there before, but it was good. I guess that takes care of my eating out needs for a while. Mmm.

A little while ago, Nick and I were having fun with Dungeons and Dragons innuendo. So I now present to you some G-rated nerdrotica, guaranteed to get your d20 rolling. Or not.

The dragon stood and stretched to his full size at the dungeon's entrance. Growling softly, he rubbed the stone knob above the gate. The gate groaned as it opened for him, and murky slime oozed from the dungeon. The dragon flew through the dungeon, roaring and filling the caverns with his presence. He flew through every tunnel, visited every crevice. Finally, he spread his wings and breathed fire. Flames spewed from his jaws, erupting in white-hot bursts and illuminating the dungeon. The caverns shook, roaring and groaning as if an earthquake had seized them. Finally, the dungeon sat still, and the dragon lowered itself to the floor. With a satisfied, triumphant gleam in his eye, he slowly wandered back towards the entrance, then out the gate. He yawned and curled up in the nest outside, then drifted into a relaxed sleep.

Interpret that how you will. *giggles*

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