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It's Wil Wheaton's 33rd birthday! Hee. :D To celebrate, watch the TNG cussing bloopers! Hearing Patrick Stewart say "shit" totally kills me, because I am apparently 10 years old. ;p
I remember feeling rather crushed at the tender age of 11 years old, when I learned that Wil Wheaton was, at that point, pushing 20, because my fangirl love was SO REAL, and he was obviously supposed to buy me a white, poofy, princess dress, so we could get maaaarried. ::laughs:: Spazzy, awkward, pre-teen girls occasionally think that way, you know.
However, now that I'm a Real Girl and living the grown-up, job-having life, that kind of age difference doesn't seem like such a big deal. The difference between 12 and 20, or even 18 and 20, can be so incredibly huge on an emotional level, but the emotional gulf seems to shrink more and more as we get older. Barring any snitty reactions from family and friends due to "appearances," does age difference just cease to matter, past a certain point?
Taiji was kind of random yesterday, mostly because we wound up doing more of a Qi Gong, "energy gathering," type of thing. I'm not sure if it's exactly my cup of tea, but it was interesting, and rather relaxing at times.
Sadly, I failed to defend my One Dart Monty title. I shot a FOUR. That is sad, y'all. Then, maybe 2 minutes later, I shot a solid twenty while holding a small paper plate, with a piece of cake on it, in my off hand. What does this prove? I figure it's either, A) I need to hold a piece of cake in my right hand every time we play, or B) I have no discernible or remotely consistent skill at darts. Heh. :)
That's all, kids! Glad it's Friday. Whoof.
I remember feeling rather crushed at the tender age of 11 years old, when I learned that Wil Wheaton was, at that point, pushing 20, because my fangirl love was SO REAL, and he was obviously supposed to buy me a white, poofy, princess dress, so we could get maaaarried. ::laughs:: Spazzy, awkward, pre-teen girls occasionally think that way, you know.
However, now that I'm a Real Girl and living the grown-up, job-having life, that kind of age difference doesn't seem like such a big deal. The difference between 12 and 20, or even 18 and 20, can be so incredibly huge on an emotional level, but the emotional gulf seems to shrink more and more as we get older. Barring any snitty reactions from family and friends due to "appearances," does age difference just cease to matter, past a certain point?
Taiji was kind of random yesterday, mostly because we wound up doing more of a Qi Gong, "energy gathering," type of thing. I'm not sure if it's exactly my cup of tea, but it was interesting, and rather relaxing at times.
Sadly, I failed to defend my One Dart Monty title. I shot a FOUR. That is sad, y'all. Then, maybe 2 minutes later, I shot a solid twenty while holding a small paper plate, with a piece of cake on it, in my off hand. What does this prove? I figure it's either, A) I need to hold a piece of cake in my right hand every time we play, or B) I have no discernible or remotely consistent skill at darts. Heh. :)
That's all, kids! Glad it's Friday. Whoof.
