Ia! Ia!

Just got back from the Cthulhu-themed baby shower. I didn't know a lot of the people there, but they were all geeks, so it was cool. Party entertainments included: making a mobile of yarn Cthulhus, watching Dagon[*], making a tentacled monster out of balloons and practicing diapering on it, and playing Pin the Shoggoth on the Roof. Also a really great spread of food and a lot of talking. (I don't remember what most of it was about... I do remember having a conversation about John Barrowman's butt at one point.[**] Dunno why that stuck in my head.)

And, man, I really do need to make a point of getting out of the house and actually having face-to-face interactions with people more often. It's a good and healthy thing. I've been far too inclined of late to sit in front of a computer for eight hours at work and then get off work and come home and sit in front of a computer for another eight hours, like the lazy-ass nerd that I am.


[*] It was observed that, "Wait until after they pull off his face" (in response a question of whether the presents should be opened now) is very likely a phrase that has never before been uttered at a baby shower in the entire history of baby showers.

[**] I should mention that this was a mixed-gender shower. Which is as it should be, dammit. Why is it that women perpetuate this idea that babies are a "girl thing" by excluding men from this kind of thing, and then get all mystified when the guys don't feel like it's their job to help take care of the sprog when it comes?