Mags, a.k.a. MineWeeper

Sometimes we get bored. It happens. Luckily, Bill created the perfect game to cure that. Mags and me are bored very often.



Random MineSweeper conversations:

Mags: find the hidden mines
Mags: it's backwards
Mags: wankers
Mags: you are so going down
Mags: my randomness dictates my awesomeness
Leonie: my logic will conquer all
Mags: jesus
Leonie: tee hee - go go logic
Mags: you and your logic
Leonie: terrible, isn't it?
Leonie: or maybe this just means I need to get a life
Mags: heh
Mags: well done
Leonie: why thank you
Leonie does the secret Fischism handshake
Mags: heh
Leonie: I better get to my not so secret not so Fischist uni
Leonie: talk to ya later :)

Leonie: I'm doing this major 'I can be organised if I want to be' thing, which involves punching holes in a lot of paper
Mags: hee
Mags: so it wouldn't be a good idea for me to try and tempt you with a game of solitaire or minesweeper eh?
Mags: ;)
Leonie: ooooh
Leonie: minesweeper sounds good
Mags loses worse than anyone's ever lost before
Leonie: heh
Leonie: fear me :D
Mags: I do indeed

Mags: there we go
Mags: lovely
Leonie: what got into you? the holy spirit of minesweeping?
Mags: holy CHRIST
Mags: hmm
Mags: that's helpful
Mags: JESUS
Mags: shit
Leonie: you and your randomness
Mags: I wasn't being random then
Leonie: Sod's law?
Mags: no, I was doing it the smart way
Leonie: Murphy's?
Mags: I don't so much know laws
Mags: bollocks
Mags: arsemonkeys
Mags: there you go
Mags: woot

*Mags* I appear to be best at Minesweeper when I completely have the instructions wrong. Say, when I think the object is to get as few mines as possible, I get more than Leonie and win. When I actually try and play the game according to the rules, I consistently lose. I'm a contrary motherfucker to be sure.

*Leonie* I say you may be contrary, but you aren't a motherfucker. You are so the cousin for me.

Timezones 3: The Timezone-ening

This is why Mags is clever: she has a solution for everything.

Why Mags shouldn't drink so much coffee

Leonie: AHA!
Leonie: I've found the fundamental flaw
Mags: it's mind boggling
Leonie: see, Liam's *ten* hours ahead of me
Leonie: I'm *seven* hours ahead of you
Leonie: now add that
Leonie: is that fifteen, little Margaret?
Mags: it might be
Mags: I'm gonna look stupid in that aren't I
Leonie: it's 17 hours difference
Leonie: so it does work out
Mags: ok wait
Mags: this confuses me way more than it should
Leonie: so if it's 12pm my time
Leonie: it's 10pm for Liam
Leonie: and 5am for you
Leonie: and 5 and 17 is 22
Leonie: i.e. 10pm
Leonie: tee hee
Mags: christ
Leonie: how about you post this, titled 'the follow up'
Mags: wait...
Mags: I'm so confused
Leonie says: alright, I'm going to ask you a couple of questions, and you have to answer them for me, k?
Mags: like seriously
Mags: I fear I am quite stupid
Leonie: 1.What's the time difference between you and me?
Mags: 7 hours
Leonie: good girl
Leonie: 2.What's the time difference between me and Liam?
Mags: 10 hours
Leonie: you're on a roll
Leonie: 3.What does 7 and 10 add up to?
Mags: 17
Mags: and that's where I get confused
Leonie: k, bear with me
Leonie: 4.If it's 12pm my time, it's 10pm for Liam - true or false?
Mags: true
Leonie: 5. If it's 12pm my time, it's 5am for you - true or false?
Mags: true
Leonie: 6. 10pm is 22:00 hours - true or false?
Mags: true
Leonie: 7. 22 - 17 = 5, true or false?
Mags: true
Leonie: almost there
Leonie: 8. When it's 12pm for Leonie, it's 10pm for Liam and 5am for Mags. Because Mags and Leonie are 7 hours apart, and Liam and Leonie are another 10 hours apart, Mags and Liam are 17 hours apart, as ten and seven is seventeen. 10pm is 22:00 hours, and 22 - 17 is 5, i.e. 5am - so, the first statement is valid. True or false?
Mags: holy bollocks
Mags: Mags and Liam are not 17 hours apart
Leonie: why aren't they?
Mags: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/Fischismblog/Timezones.jpg
Mags: because
Mags: look at all the times
Mags: I have no idea
Leonie: Sydney 's got a *
Leonie: that means there's something different
Mags: Mags = 1:42am
Mags: Liam = 6:42am
Leonie no no
Mags: pm
Leonie: Mags = 1:42pm
Mags: I'm 1:42pm
Mags: Liam = 6:42am
Leonie: so that's 10 hours and 18 minutes to the next day
Leonie: say it's 2pm for you
Leonie: it's 7am for Liam
Mags: the * is daylight savings
Leonie: 31-14
Leonie: round it off
Leonie: it's 2pm for you
Leonie says: that's 14:00 hours
Leonie says: say Liam's had 24:00 hours because it's the next day for him, and add the 7 hours because it's 7am for him
Leonie says: from 14:00 to 24:00 is 10 hours
Leonie: add the 7 hours to make it Liam's 7am, and again, the difference is 17 hours
Leonie: it makes sense, doesn't it?
Mags: no
Leonie: why not?
Leonie: hold on, I'll draw a picture for ya
Mags: I don't really know
Leonie: brb
Leonie: perhaps you're the visual kind of thinker
Leonie: if this doesn't make it clear to you I don't know what will
Mags: ok...wait
Mags: that doesn't help sorry
Mags: this might just be something I'm never going to grasp
Leonie: go to sleep on time tonight, lay off the coffee, and try again tomorrow

Mags would like all cute and single Math majors to email her with their details. She also categorically denies coffee or lack of sleep had anything to do with the outcome of the conversation you have just read. Fast forward to next week: "Hello, I am Mags, and I am not addicted to caffeine." group: "Hiiiiii Mags." Mags has also ordered her very own 'Death to Daylight Savings!' T-Shirt.

Dearth

When the cousin for me goes home for the weekend, I laugh less.

How it all began...

This is going to be long, but worth it, so bear with us.

Mags says: Check it out!
Leonie: Clicks
Mags: oww
Mags: I hurt from the laughing
Mags: my stomach...ouch
Leonie: it's hilarious
Leonie: "They're so dead, Pam. I mean, these are some dead fish. That one there, my prettiest one, it's the deadest."
Leonie: lol
Mags: heee
Leonie: "I'll tell you what you're going to do. You're going to take those fish and you're going to put them behind the tires of Master V's car and make him think he killed the fish by running over them."
Mags: I seriously hurt
Leonie: lol
Leonie: this is brilliant
Leonie: this is making me laugh out loud
Leonie: it really is
Mags: me too
Mags: but I think it hurt because I had to be quiet
Mags: because the roommate is sleeping
Leonie: arggg
Leonie: that's terrible
Leonie: it does indeed hurt like hell
Mags: that's maybe my favorite thing
Mags: that is so the cousin for me
Mags: The Cousin For Me
Mags: scroll about half way down for my new favorite phrase
Leonie: I'm still catching up
Leonie: I laugh
Leonie: then stop reading
Leonie: then re read
Leonie: laugh again
Leonie: takes some time to finish it all
Mags: heh
Mags: k
Leonie: AB is so the cousin for me
Mags: exactly
Mags: I feel like I know her
Mags: and...it would be possible that I do
Leonie: that fish thing is one of the funniest things I've read in a long while
Mags: she was living in Arlington when that happened
Leonie: man, what's wrong with me
Mags: 30 minutes from where I lived for 10 years
Leonie: cool
Mags: and I'm sure I don't know her, but she even looks familiar
Leonie: she's one of those people you *wish* you knew, and therefore your mind's playing games on ya to convince you you do
Mags: yeah
Mag: like that dream I had where Sars was my psych professor....
Mags: kind of
Leonie: yeah
Leonie: they're 'I wish I had a sister like that' people
Leonie: or a cousin
Mags: heh
Leonie: oh my
Leonie: I'm in this sick state of mind now
Leonie: where I'm half hoping my fish will die
Leonie: so I can put them behind the car wheels
Leonie: and blame my dad
Mags: oh my god
Mags: but them behind cycle wheels
Mags: and blame a housemate
Leonie: lol
Leonie: I'd have to buy fish first though
Leonie: because my fish are at home
Leonie: that would be an interesting shopping afternoon
Mags: you could do that
Mags: go to the market
Mags: and buy a small fish
Mags: that hasn't been cleaned
Leonie: "Excuse me, could you tell me which fish will die in a few days?"
Leonie: right
Leonie: and tell them it's my pet fish
Mags: yeah
Mags: tell them...
Leonie: and they've *killed* it
Mags: you're...Fishian
Leonie: cue drama
Mags: and you can only eat fish you've killed yourself
Mags: and now you're going to go hungry
Leonie: what will I do?
Mags: because you spent all the money you had on that fish
Leonie: I know
Leonie: also, it's spirit will haunt me forever
Mags: make them buy you alcohol
Mags: to fill your stomach
Leonie: because it was killed in a non-Fishian way
Mags: and wash away your tears
Mags: exactly
Mags: make up some Dutch word for it though
Leonie: I'm *so* tempted
Leonie: we speak English here
Mags: to make it sound real
Mags: you can say it's a Dutch thing though
Leonie: true
Mags: and they'll feel stupid for not knowing
Mags: which makes it even better
Leonie: I should create some mock up website to prove it
Leonie: I mean, everybody thinks I'm crazy anyway
Leonie: might as well have a little fun
Mags: do they really think you're crazy?
Mags: do any of them have fish?
Mags: start looking at the fish REALLY hungrily
Mags:like you're just gonna start snacking any second
Leonie: lol
Leonie: they don't think I'm crazy
Leonie: they don't quite get the sarcasm most of the time though
Mags: but you should do that
Leonie: we're not allowed to have pets though
Mags: and you should be like "I've been trying to fit in ever since school started...I just don't understand the way you eat..."
Leonie: including fish
Mags: I covet your fishies
Mags: oh
Mags: darn
Mags: that sucks
Leonie: yeah...
Leonie: it's so damn hilarious though
Mags: do it anyway
Leonie: we should start our own blog with these conversations in it
Mags: buy a fish from the market
Mags: we should
Mags: "Fishism"
Leonie: heh
Leonie: 'this ie so your cousin'
Mags: Leonie and Fishism are so the cousins for me
Leonie: Is it national dyslexia day?
Mags: no
Mags: and since you spelled dyslexia correctly
Leonie: Mags and Fishism are so the cousins for me
Mags: you can't use that as an excuse
Mags:ok
Leonie: damn
Mags: we're starting a site right now
Leonie: we are
Leonie: blogspot?
Mags: Fishism.blogspot.com?
Leonie: yes please

Of course 'fishism.blogspot.com' had to be taken by some scandinavian update slacker, so here we are... "Fischism". Freudian, mysterious... has a nice ring to it, no?