I Apologize For The Mental Image

Wow, did not expect a weekend with my family to be quite this exhausting. In a fun way, of course. My aunt from Vancouver was in town for a short visit and I wanted to see her, so I went over to my grandma's yesterday and we spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen. I have now graduated in my potsticker technique to making my own wrappers - it is kind of a pain in the ass to roll it out and I wouldn't do it every time, but it was really fun doing it with my aunt and my grandma. And the chicken-shrimp-lemongrass dumplings turned out sooo good. Then they dropped me off at my mom's and I spent the night there cuddling the kitties and the rabbit and talking about serial killers with my mom. It's so nice to share interests with your family, isn't it?

This afternoon we went with my grandpa over to my aunt's house to hang out and have lunch - not a big family event like it usually is, just the four of us. We discussed aircraft carriers and canned meat products, fed charcoal bricks to the pigs, and it was once again affirmed that I am by far the most mature person in this family. Also, I learned that my great-grandma used to work for the Pentagon and my grandma worked for the CIA.

Possibly related to the above, I spent most of the drive home plotting out a story based on "The Bagman's Gambit" where a Secret Agent and a Spy are in love, and the Secret Agent is trading information (mostly useless stuff or things they would inevitably find out anyway, so he doesn't feel like a traitor) to the Spy because if he fails or tries to defect his people will have him killed. The Secret Agent finally gets caught by his people, and he promises to tell them everything as long as they swear to keep Spy safe and not arrest him or send him home or let him be killed. I love a good tragic love story.

colourofsaying introduced me to Scandinavia and the World on Friday, and I now ship Norway/Denmark to a completely stupid degree. It is just so sweet and fond and full of cuddling and affectionate make-outs and hand-holding, right up until Norway picks Denmark up and fucks him through the wall.

On the football front, I am so insanely proud of Arsenal right now, I can't even say. They are still struggling, and there is a lot of work to be done, but I am starting to see some faint signs of hope for their season, and I'm really glad they are starting to turn it around. I love my Vantastic captain so much. I'm slightly less happy with Barcelona this week (what was that match against Sevilla, lads?). But I still have a lot of opinions about Pep Guardiola's sex life.

masterofmidgets: (sometimes he wonders if he's the only coach who is this close to his players. And then he has to go scrub his brain until he stops thinking about Mou and Cristiano making out)
masterofmidgets: that's when he has to call Figo
colourofsaying: Figo talks him down.
masterofmidgets: "come over and fuck me until I can't see it in my head anymore"
colourofsaying: you owed me a nice image for that horrible one.
masterofmidgets: Figo's one of the only ones who can really take him out of his head
masterofmidgets: with Xavi or Cesc, it's fun, but in the back of his mind he's still thinking about making sure he doesn't do anything to make them not match-fit
colourofsaying: and with Leo he's thinking about fucking him so stupid he'll stop thinking about football long enough to sleep
masterofmidgets: and with Raul there were a lot of complicated emotions
colourofsaying: so many emotions
masterofmidgets: but with Figo, everything is so intense and in the moment that most of the time he can't even talk
masterofmidgets: he's just getting properly /fucked/
masterofmidgets: (which is fascinating, because Figo is probably the closest to a romance/friendship out of the people he sleeps with. I picture them spending a lot of time hanging out after sex and talking about clothes.)
colourofsaying: they go shopping together!
masterofmidgets: Pep has better taste, but Figo is a bit more adventurous