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Ahahahaha my dad just called me up asking when and where Comic Con takes place because he wants to see the Big Bang Theory panel. Now, I know my dad has never been a social geek (as in, his family are rednecks, so if he had ever dressed up as a Star Trek ensign or somesuch, he could have gotten his ass kicked) but. Really. Comic Con. He heard a report about Comic Con on the radio last year. He heard how much people go to it. Did he really think it would be possible to get tickets more then, like, a year in advanced?
I feel bad for laughing at him, but it just makes me giggle. Though, now he's considering taking me next year? Which would be cool, but I'd be really tempted to cosplay all weekend, and that would just be weird with my dad around. I'm a casual nerd compared to a lot of my friends, but I'm a lot more active and proud of my nerd status then he is.
On an unrelated note, I hate the people who live in the room above me. They're constantly sliding furniture across the floor, and I swear, they have sex like twice a day. At least that's what it sounds like. thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk. ALL. THE. TIME. I haaaate it. I've spoken to the RA on that floor, and there response was pretty much 'duuuurp i can't do anythiiiing about iiiiitt'. AAAAAAAUGH. I, like... want to download the bassy 70s porn music (of the 'bow chicka wow-wooooow' variety) on my iPod and then play it on my portable speakers right outside their door. Very, very loudly.
I feel bad for laughing at him, but it just makes me giggle. Though, now he's considering taking me next year? Which would be cool, but I'd be really tempted to cosplay all weekend, and that would just be weird with my dad around. I'm a casual nerd compared to a lot of my friends, but I'm a lot more active and proud of my nerd status then he is.
On an unrelated note, I hate the people who live in the room above me. They're constantly sliding furniture across the floor, and I swear, they have sex like twice a day. At least that's what it sounds like. thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk. ALL. THE. TIME. I haaaate it. I've spoken to the RA on that floor, and there response was pretty much 'duuuurp i can't do anythiiiing about iiiiitt'. AAAAAAAUGH. I, like... want to download the bassy 70s porn music (of the 'bow chicka wow-wooooow' variety) on my iPod and then play it on my portable speakers right outside their door. Very, very loudly.
