Life without Psionics

So I lost my psionic powers. The Zerg must have taken them or something.

Shit, it's been a while since I wrote anything for this blog. I guess I better bring you up to speed. Zoofights started, things were awesome and we met lots of new people, and then the Zerg showed up, kidnapped me and tried to turn me into one of them.

Yeah. Fun times.

And they took my powers. Admittedly, I only had them for a year, but it felt awful all the same. They took a part of me. They went in my head and messed me up, and that fucking sucks Protoss dong. And I used it sometimes too - when I had to feed Mordred, I could sort of talk to him, although his thoughts aren't exactly Stephen Hawking. And I could tell Erebus exactly how I felt, like if we had an argument or if we were chilling out together, or if we were having a moment.

I miss being able to do that.

He's been supportive. He's never not been supportive. But he's been a goddam pillar of cast iron lately. He rescued me, he helped me recover after, he was there for all of last year, he was there when Ali beat the shit out of me, and now here he is again.

And we're watching Toy Story. He likes it.

I can find a better way of showing him how I feel.

<3

Serious Time

Maybe I'm doing this wrong.

I don't want to be in the public eye. I make a fuss about the media taking pictures of me and my husband. I get angry. I just want to be left alone and have a normal life. I want movie nights and cooking stuff and going to fite club and shopping and all that.

But I have a pet dragon. I got drunk and danced around in the chocolate fountain in my back garden two days ago. My husband flipped our next-door-neighbour's car over - not that he didn't deserve it, but still. And then there's the whole damn thing with Ali and the fite club. I've hired one of my best friends to be my bodyguard, for fuck's sake! That's not normal and quiet at all.

I need to think about what I want, I guess. Do I want to be a big famous billionaire, or do I want to not raise a ruckus and get the nice private life I want? I can't have both, clearly. So, what do I do?

Erebus, if you're reading this, come see me. We need to talk about this.

Erebus has ruined Star Wars for me

I'm starting to reconsider having movie nights with Erebus. It was fun watching things and having him try and puzzle out why things were happening, but now I'm not so sure.

This came about from watching Return of the Jedi. He doesn't like Star Wars anyway because the Force reminds him of psyker powers and he reckons he could defeat the Empire single-handedly and wah wah wah I'm a big blue baby, but I managed to sit him down and make him watch the whole thing this time. All the way to the end with the big party with the fuzzy bear things and everyone being awesome.

And then he sees one of the bears playing drums with the stormtrooper helmets, and he starts making a big fuss about the devlish zeenose or however you spell it. So I ask him about it.

So the little bears eat people, yeah? I mean, they were totally gonna eat our heroes just for being there, and nothing would get them to stop until Luke decided to use his mind powers to trick them. So what's stopping them from eating the stormtroopers after the battle? They don't take prisoners, it's a thing the clearly do often to trespassers and it's not like it's easy to convince them otherwise. Plus you don;t see any prisoners of war after the battle - just the dancing people on Endor and the helmets.

So yeah, those dudes totally ate some people.

Goddamn it Erebus, how fucked up is your world that not only do you suspect every alien of shady shit, but you're right as well? Now I can't watch Star Wars ever again. :(