So dinner is a done deal, Susan’s parents have gone home and things are… weird. I dunno, it’s not neccessarily a bad thing but there’s this space between us that I can’t quite explain.

Dinner itself was nice, her parents were early, of course, so they sat around the kitchen watching me finish off the last of the side dishes. I overheard her mom a few times critiquing how I shouldn’t use olive oil to sauté the zucchini because of its low smoke point and how salting the water before blanching the asparagus was the wrong thing to do. I’m like listen lady, I didn’t go to three years of intergalactic culinary school to get my technique pooped on by some puny human. I’m better than that.

Conversation at the table was, predictably, awkward. No, we aren’t getting married anytime soon. Yes I’m still planning on destroying all of humanity and reveling in the cries of the world as I cry havoc and demolish anything and everything in the path of chaos I sow. No, the potatoes aren’t powdered.

The meal seemed to last forever with her parents giving her that uncomfortable glance and Susan deflecting it and bringing up some innocuous subject like her mother’s new philanthropic escapade undoubtedly involving some foreign country and a cause no one cares about. I thought I was going to escape the night unscathed but then Sus’ dad, a retired army colonel asked the $10,000 question: “so what are you going to do when the military finally gets serious about hunting you down?”

What indeed.

Anyhoo, I had to call tech support last night when I couldn’t update my blog. The dudes over at ANHosting were very helpful pointing out that I had destroyed the power substation fighting Megagarthalon last night and that no one had electrical service as a result. My cell phone worked because it was all charged. I felt kinda stupid but at least we figured it out.