Dorkitude times two

I like to think I have a pretty normal marriage. Brandon and I are average people with average lives. I cook for him while he washes the dishes. We talk about things over dinner. We like the same sorts of TV shows. We’re a little domestic, and we like the comforts of home. Sometimes we go out for dinner, like we did this past Tuesday.

But listen in closely, and you’ll note something a little strange about our conversations as of late. We’re almost always talking about World of Warcraft. Sure we talk about other things, but that game is seriously like the major topic of conversation most of the time. Like on Tuesday night, when we were having dinner at this restaurant. We were talking about shaman totems, Outland, the draenei versus the blood elves, the value of Gift of Naaru, what the Naaru actually were, etc. I think the people next to us must’ve thought we were nuts.

This is a little symptomatic of being part of a geek couple — you’re almost always engaged in the kinds of geeky discussions that would befuddle most people. The arguments that geek couples get into are also stranger than most. Okay, you know the type of nerd fights that people get into on forums and message boards? Like they argue over the stupidest detail in Star Trek or something similar? Well just imagine the same kind of fight, but with someone who sleeps with you. It’s a little bizarre, but at least the arguments are usually pretty minor.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. We live in San Francisco where geek couples are the norm, not the exception. Still, when your husband informs you that your damage output gained too much aggro, and you know EXACTLY what that means, you just have to marvel at the situation. Oh, and hit Fade immediately.

Houseware Nerd

When do you know you’ve been watching too much Food Network and HGTV and reading too much Real Simple? When you become a houseware nerd. As in, you go a little wide-eyed and bushy-tailed at The Container Store. Or you get promise of a better salary, and the first major purchase that pops in your head is a food processor. Or you get a little too excited about things like dishracks, laundry hampers, vacuum cleaners, and spice bottles. Or you thumb through each and every catalog you receive from Williams-Sonoma (and all companies under it) with glee. Or you actually look forward to doing the dishes with fancy pricey organic dishwashing liquid.

And by “you” I mean me. It’s a sickness, I swear.

Our Housewarming

The house is now properly warm, thanks to my friends who could make it to the housewarming potluck we had yesterday. We hung out mostly by the backyard patio because of the gorgeous weather, then moved the party indoors for video games, Flux, and a Haunted House board game (which is now my new favorite board game). Food was good, drinks were plenty, and cheer was abundant. Good times, good times.

PS. Check out Scott’s Flickr photo set of our housewarming!

All quiet on the homefront

Despite unemployment, or maybe because of it, I’ve been busy lately. I’m still freelancing for Wired, I’m getting paid to blog, I’ve been watching a lot of DiY Network, and attempting to get back in the groove of knitting my half-finished scarf, and I’ve just overall been quite productive. There’s the never-ending chore of unpacking still left to be done, and let’s not talk about the mountain of laundry. I’m also having a housewarming thing this Sunday with a few friends, and I’ve yet to think of what dishes to prepare. Apple Macaroni and Cheese? Chocolate chip cookies? Or should I do it all fancy and make Coq au vin? Ah decisions decisions (I’m thinking something involving beer might be good. Mm. Beer.).

Not to worry about me, kind readers. I’ll survive this employment drought yet.

Conversations in the Lee-Hanvey Household #102

Scenario: Brandon’s busy playing the bonus game in Resident Evil 4. I get a little annoyed, because he’s been playing the game for-freakin-ever. So I start mildly chastising him for playing the game. And he doesn’t really mind, because I’ve done this before and I’m never really serious about it. Also, it’s a way for me to act out my latent drama-queen tendencies. Anyway, in the middle of my silly playacting, I says:

Moi: (in total G.I. Jane mode) Listen. You don’t mess with me, man. Don’t mess with me. You understand?
Brandon: (while attention is focused on the game) Sure.
Moi: No man. I’m serious. Don’t mess with me. Don’t mess with girls.
Brandon: Yeah. Don’t mess with girls. I get you.
Moi: Good. ‘Cause we’ll seriously mess you up.
Brandon: Don’t mess with you. Don’t mess with girls. Yep. (blasts off a series of zombies)

I have no idea where that came from, and I don’t know how that connects in any way to his game-playing. I just know, that for some reason, I found the conversation unusually funny.

Yes, we’re weird. Shaddup.