So apparently macros are this year's All Your Base, which also made me laugh to the point of tears. Further joy awaits at LOLGaimans.
Yesterday, I got together with Seesterperson, the Pinchloafs, La Mere, and some other friends (sorrow: Rock Ninja was off moving house) at the Dulles Sportsplex, a featureless box of indoor recreation, for a double-header between the DC Rollergirls' four teams: Secretaries of Hate versus the Cherryblossom Bombshells (Bombshells victorious) and Scare Force One versus the DC Demoncats (SFO FTW). Apart from having the advantage of not being located in Newark, Das Plex der Sport has upper-level seating and no walls between the skaters and the floor seats, so you can choose a safer view with a chance to observe strategery on the part of the skaters, or you can have the chance that a miniskirted, padded rollergirl will fly into your lap wheels first and cursing past her mouthguard. Age brings caution, so we picked the safer space, where we shared the bleachers with an awesome group of bikers from a US military vets group (I chatted to the guy who had a particularly tricked-out bike, the glory of which mere words do not suffice to tell, and found out that he used to be part of Reagan's Secret Service detail). They cheered especially loudly for Scare Force One's Harley Quinn, who rewarded their efforts by kicking major ass. I was sad to see that Maul Flanders, who has the best name in the history of wheel-based competitive recreation, got handed some bad falls, but all in all it was a great pair of games.
Pictures to come when my phone decides to cooperate. Here's a handy tip for everyone even less tech than I am: If you get an unlocked phone, make sure that English is its first language. Mine keeps trying to convince me to type in Chinese, which is Jossian of it but not meeting with success with any real speed.
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Three years ago in preparation for our first year abroad together we bought an unlocked Erickson phone, even then several years old. It was about sixty bucks, including the French SIM chip. We still use it today. It's served us well in four different countries over the years because we just switch SIM chips every time we move.
Our friends are not as enthusiastic. One friend we loaned it to returned it to us after his officemates mocked him for his remote control. An officemate loaned him a discard, which was more in line with current cell phone sizes. "Wow, your cell phone is so big" is a common comment. And that's not even a fun euphemism.
I think I may be forced to surrender and get a USB cable for the damn thing. Otherwise nobody can see the glory of the license plate that proves that the DMV does not use teh intarwebs, nor will they be free to gaze upon an image of the customized Scion with a pair of car-sized nipple rings in its fender.
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