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[phosfate]

Still working on cleaning the soda out of the fridge. It's not that it's stubborn or sticky, it's that the kitchen is very, very small, as is the sink. So I have to disassemble the fridge innards piece by piece, haul them to the bathtub, and wash them in there. Crispers are quite large once you free them from their fridgey confines.

I did discover that most of the soda had drained into the back, where it has formed a rather striking sugar-free waterfall. Happily, I own many hammers.

I'm sure there's an easier way, but, well, we can't all be brainy like Fern here.

Meanwhile, the new crop of school supplies has appeared in stores. This always makes me strangely happy, even though I have no practical use for most of it. Target has some nifty composition books featuring Hello Kitty and, swear to God, Domo-kun.

I am spending too much time playing a game called Monarch: The Butterfly King, from Best Buy's cheapass software rack. The cover blurb says it's a mystical adventure in which you glide through majestic Celtic ruins, rescuing rare butterflies. In reality, it's a matching game rather like Bejeweled, except with flowers. Yawn, you say -- except that the flowers fucking explode when you match them up, and if you get enough matches in a cascade, there appears a bottle of 'magic potion.' Which also explodes, sometimes with enough force to clear the entire board. Imagine playing mah-jongg with gelignite tiles, and it will give you an idea.

The Butterfly King himself, who spends the game hovering over to one side in his little crown and knickerbockers, is a spooky, death-mask-faced little bastard. I really feel no compulsion to help him, but the massive explosions are more than enough to keep me going.

Plus the background music is a lounge-y pastiche of It's a Beautiful Day's "White Bird." It is simultaneously hilarious and intent on driving the player to suicide. Bravo, game designers. Bravo.

Comments

[greenjudy.livejournal.com]

Er...

At least not exploded by exploding lightnings...? (I'm really glad about that, BTW.)

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Me too. I hate exploding.

[theodicy.livejournal.com]

You'd think it'd have more fans, with a setup like that.

Of the Hello Kitty pantheon, my favorite is, of course, Badtz Maru, the evil penguin-thing.

I recently cleaned my fridge to similar effect, and in nearly identical fashion, save my spilled dried congealed hardened goop was soda AND fish gunk.

No, I don't plan to bring fresh or frozen uncooked real dead fish into my house ever again.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I like Tuxedo Sam, but he seems to have disappeared.

I got the bottom bin out, and underneath was both more frozen soda and, for some reason, two fun-size Nestle Crunch bars. Even allowing for cryogenic preservation, I think they've well exceeded the two-second rule. I just hope I can pry them out.

And I hope to God they're from Halloween. 2007.

Fish...makes me throw up, as a rule. Though I once enjoyed salmon with maple syrup and walnuts at fake Canada in Epcot. Though I can't help but wonder if they were having us on.

[mechturtle.livejournal.com]

Monarch: The Butterfly King

For 0.25 seconds I hoped you were talking about a Venture Brothers tie-in game.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

That's what everybody says.

That would be a pretty awesome game, too.

[slavelabour.livejournal.com]

Just a random Sunday afternoon drive by comment as I was surfing in friendsfriends lists and just sussed you write Fuzz fic. Dude, you write FUZZ FIC! Feck, the sheer temptation... but I need another fandom now like I need a hole in the head but hurrah, Fuzz fic! Sorry, sorry, I'm just happy it exists, I'll move along now. =)

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

:D It's freeeeeeeee. You just need to click one little tiny click. All the cool kids are doing it.

http://annlarimer.livejournal.com/tag/fuzz+fic