Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Brother, can you hear through the flames and rage? You're digging a hole where you're digging a grave.

Being the responsible adults that we are, myself, Lil Bro#2, and Big Sis#2 decided to take Niecey G trespassing on Sunday.

I've been to the Gingerbread Castle before, but only got to see it from the outside. Some history: once upon a time when the Mill was still operational, someone built the Gingerbread Castle so that the mill workers could leave their kids there during the work day. Fifteen or so years ago, there were tours offered by a long since closed restaurant across the street. Kids could meet up with Hansel and Gretel, who would take them on a tour of the castle and at the end they were confronted by the Witch, and to escape they had to throw a coin down the wishing well.

Since then, the Castle has sat abandoned. More recently, the property has been listed for sale, something that has been met with some hostility from the locals.

 A couple weeks ago, two different friends posted photos on facebook of their explorations inside the Castle. I'd been dying to revisit it ever since.

Upon our arrival, Lil Bro#2 and Niecey G skirted the fence and said they found no way in. All four of us took a long walk around the entire property (which includes 4+ buildings) looking for a way through the fence.

No luck. We thought about exploring the mill itself, but it doesn't look entirely stable.

 Then we got back to where we started and I walked the length of the fence directly in front of the Castle. Somehow Lil Bro#2 and Niecey G managed to miss the giant gaping hole someone had cut in said fence.

Big Sis#2 opted to stay outside, chatting with a family who had also come to check out the castle. Niecey G, Lil Bro#2, and I proceeded inside the castle. We could hear the complaints of the small child whose parents still stood chatting to Big Sis#2, because her parents would not let her follow us through the hole in the fence.

It's a pretty cool roadside attraction. But it's a shame there's so much graffiti. And not even decent graffiti. Some highlights:

Lil Bro#2 and I may go back and attempt to steal that

That was the only part of the building we didn't explore--those stairs did not look at all stable. 

We explored and took some more photos and then went back to the car.

And no exaggeration, LITERALLY as we were piling back into the car, a police car came down the street and pulled into the Castle/mill parking lot. He didn't bother us (I'm presuming because we were by that time on the legal side of the fence, and we looked like 3 adults with a child in tow, so probably did not look like the trespassing hoodlums that we are). So we possibly narrowly escaped getting arrested. Niecey G was thoroughly impressed with this adventure.

Normal 11-year-olds go to sleepovers or the mall on weekends, but Niecey G can now tell her friends she went trespassing in abandoned buildings.

Later I stopped at the bird sanctuary that's down the street from my new home. Got some good pics of a great heron


a swallow

a green heron

this birb I could not identify

and what I think is a family of otters.

Lil Bro#2 and I grabbed some dinner at the Wit's End tavern with one of his friends. This particular friend used to be afraid of me (which I find hilarious, as I'm a hobbit and he's 6' 5"), but now he likes me. Lil Bro#2's friends cannot keep his many sisters straight, so we are apparently referred to as The One That Lives In England, The One With The Kid, The One That's Not Actually Related To Him, and Daenerys. I will admit I was extremely flattered by this, even though I hated Daenerys's character in the books. I'm guessing it's because of my hair, because I don't think I look anything like Emilia Clarke...

... I find Lil Bro#s's friend incredibly attractive, which makes me feel like sort of a pedophile. I confided these feelings to M., without mentioning names, and he guessed which one of Lil Bro#2's friends it was immediately. Apparently, I have A Type. 

What did the rest of y'all do with your weekends?

Thursday, June 23, 2016


Howdy y'all, it's been a while. 

I've settled into the new place very nicely. Finally got my coffee table:

I think I need a rug to tie the room together.
And Big Sis#2 gave me her old dining room cabinet:

I need more Corningware to show off I think...
Naturally, the Simple Cat is extremely concerned with this new furniture. She wouldn't even go near it for the first day I had it. 

She is not, however, concerned about sleeping on the kitchen table, despite my many many attempts to keep her off of it. 

Harleyquinn is just as bad, though at least when she sleeps on the counter, she's not technically on the actual counter, but in something else that is on the counter. Such as the box in which their cat food was delivered.

You know what's hilarious? Photos of cats yawning.

In other, much more horrible and depressing news, Game of Thrones 


 has killed off my favourite character. 

Ramsay Snow Bolton


In fairness, there is a 100% chance that everyone on Game of Thrones will die, but that doesn't make it any easier to cope. 

This Saturday (the 25th), my favourite brewery, Weyerbacher is celebrating their 21st birthday and holding a special event. VIP members (because of course I am) get a free ticket and special parking passes. Anyone in or around the Easton, PA area out there reading this? Want a free beer? No one will come with me and my VIP ticket is good for a +1. 

you cannot resist the Brunicorn

So apparently a lot of people are into Snapchat. Mike the Band Leader's 6-year-old daughter has been using my phone during band practice and Sunday service every week to send Snapchat pictures to everyone in my contacts. Apparently, my complete inability to understand Snapchat is due to the fact that I am Old. 

I refuse to be old. I am trying to do this Snapchat thing. It's weird. 

this makes me look like I actually have cheekbones
I refuse to be outdone by a 6-year-old
This one is probably the most accurate:

Summer is the dead season in law offices. I've spent a large chunk of my day today turning myself into a Disney Princess:

And an anime character:

Make your own here.

How are y'all doing? Tell me something interesting. 

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

If you don't watch Vikings, feel free to skip the majority of this post.

Things have ended with The Farmer before they really began. I just wasn't feeling it, and he could tell, so at least we parted friends.

Lil Bro#2 has been binge-watching season 4 of Vikings and texting me his thoughts on same:

he's either overtired or tipsy; Lil Bro#2 never swears

I was enormously entertained by all this

We're very emotionally invested in this show, if you can't tell.


This is Ragnar's brother, Rollo:

 that is the most glorious piece of man-candy I've ever seen in my fricking life ok



but then

(remember the Vikings bingo card?)

Then Rollo went to France, AND THEY RUINED HIM

look at this sh*t



Wednesday, June 8, 2016

I don't like nobody touching me. Any of you homos touch me, I'll kill you.

Sorry for the long silence. It's been a busy and hectic few days.

I took Friday off work to bring a car-load of stuff to the apartment and clean. Lil Sis came over to help and did an amazing job cleaning the bathroom.

(The previous tenant--who is now my next door neighbour--is very nice, but I do no think she cleaned. At all. Ever.)

Then my friend C and Niecey G hung around for a while, as mentioned in the last post.

Saturday, Drummerboy* and I picked up the Uhaul, and then he and 3 of our church buddies loaded it up with all of my belongings. During this time, the Simple Cat and Daisy called a truce, and Daisy allowed the Simple Cat to cower beside her under Lil Sis's bed.

When we arrived at the apartment with the Uhaul, Mike the Band Leader showed up with a bunch more people from church. They had everything into the apartment in 15 minutes. I have never seen furniture moved so fast.

I spent the rest of the weekend unpacking. I think the place looks quite nice.

living room
view of the kitchen from the living room
view of the kitchen from the other side
and the bedroom
Also the fridge is now adequately stocked.

Sunday, I had my date. It was.... ok I guess. We had a nice dinner. The Farmer is very nice and very much a gentleman, but I definitely get the feeling that he is the type of guy who expects the relationship to get physical after very little time has passed. I told him I am the sort of person who needs to take these things 
E X T R E M E L Y   S L O W L Y, 
but idk if he took me seriously. I'll see him again to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I don't think it's going anywhere.

In other news, I've been asked to join a second church band as one of the bassists and backup vocalists they keep on rotation for their Tuesday evening service. I may also be joining Mike the Band Leader's actual band as a third vocalist. And all this time I didn't think I could sing at all....

Some highlights from my hour+ish commute:

*I think Drummerboy has a new girlfriend. I'd be lying if I said that didn't sting a little. I told Mumsy about it on Friday. She admitted to me that while she was talking to him Saturday, it took every ounce of her willpower not to punch him in the face and call him retarded because OBVIOUSLY I am like a billion light years out of his league and what in the hell is he thinking. That made me feel a little bit better.