womaninterrupted sent me this link last night. Thanks, Cat!
"Playing the game of Murbles requires no special skills and no special playing field. Anyone can play."
(I disagree. in the Game of Murble, you’ve got to keep your wits and skills about you at all times. In the Game of Murble, you lose and you cry.)
(via Murbles: Outdoor Family Game)
be it numbers or The Doctor I’m terrible at this game. but I do get fantastically excited when I see Nine.
I forgot to tell you about one of my greatest achievements of the year (possibly my life) I’ve been slowly working towards that “Devious Dragon” title since I started playing QuizUp.
I don’t like the Gilmore Girls quiz. I found the questions boring. most of the titles are no fun. So, when I was in the car today I made my own stupid one. I didn’t want to cover up my Luke’s Diner Regular, because that I would very much like to be. Anyway, I’m happily enscotched in quiz acceptance.
A few days ago I thought, ‘wow. I did not do a very good job shaving my legs. BUTt at the same time I was not doing a very good job at quiz challenges with PTPT. So, way to go me half-assing two things!’
And someone from Morocco has been chatting me up for a few days. It was all fine when we were talking about movies but I just looked and they were like, “what’s your name so I can add you on facebook.” and that will probably be the end of that. It never goes well when I say, “I don’t really do facebook” ( or social anything or conversations. fuck. how do human?)
YES. Let’s do this!
set up the board, I’ll be right over. Study up on the rules because I’ll be pretty busy breaking crayons so I’ll have to ask a lot of questions and won’t understand the point of the game until it is over and no need to order me a coffee because they don’t serve my kind there.
(Source: arcaneimages, via songbirdstew)