Friday, July 29, 2016

Where's my boyfriend? I like that wookie...


Despite the unholy temperatures, camping was pretty fun. It cooled down at night, so at least Lil Bro#2 and I did not have to bail on our tent and flee for air conditioning.

It's funny how many little quirks and weird personality traits are already there in your brain, rather than being the product of your life experiences. This can be evidenced from Tuesday's campsite crafting hour, wherein Lil Bro#2 and I--without consulting each other--both felt the need to choose little ceramic monsters to paint, and we also felt it necessary that monsters should always have blood on their teeth.


 Aside from reading and drinking, most of us spent the camping trip playing Pokemon Go. Even Big Sis#2 is playing. All of us are completely inept at it, although I must say I am proud of my collection so far.



Eevee will have a better name later; apparently calling it "Rainer" is the only way to guarantee it turns into the Mermaid Dog, which is the only reason I'm playing this.

Because the Mermaid Dog is the best thing ever



next to the Pink Flying Kitten, who I'm not even sure you can catch in this game.



All ridiculousness aside, Pokemon has actually gotten me motivated to get of my lazy arse and do some exercise. You have to walk certain distances if you want to hatch the eggs you pick up (2 km, 5 km, or 10 km depending on the egg). I've got 8 eggs waiting to be hatched, so I need to walk 34 km to hatch all of them.

This game has also had some positive effects on the kids in town. The post office across the street from my apartment is a Pokestop, and it seems that all the village children have thrown aside cliques and differences in age in favor of hanging out together over there most evenings to catch Pokemon.

Also, the Wit's End Tavern is a Pokemon gym, which amuses me to no end.


Any of you guys playing? It's good craic.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Shield wall!!!

This weekend is the Big Family Camping Trip. Tomorrow we all set off for the campgrounds for three days, and I am currently procrastinating in the packing department and trying not to be super-anxious about leaving my kiiiikiiiiiiiiiiis with their babysitter (a lady from church who loves cats). 

We have three sites at the campground. Lil Bro#2 and I will be hard-core-man-camping in a tent. Stepmom, Dadum, Lil Bro#1, and his weird girlfriend will be glamping in the camper. And Big Sis#2, Useless-in-Law, and Niecey G will be not-quite-camping in a cabin with running water, bathrooms, and air conditioning. 

I think it's safe to presume that Lil Bro#2 and I got the highest concentration of viking blood out of everyone. 


I received my first electric bill of the high summer today and nearly fell over.  Running the air conditioning all day multiple times a week is effing expensive. However, I would rather have cold air than eat regular meals, so I shall be cutting down on groceries in order to pay for the continued running of the air conditioning. 

The next person who tells me this weather is better than bitter winds and -20 degrees F will have my heat rashes RUBBED ALL OVER THEIR EFFING FACE. 

I HATE the summer when it gets this hot. Absolutely fecking hate it. I would rather it snowed every day of the year. I would rather sit outside in temperatures of such extreme cold your skin actually hurts. My body can't take this heat. I am covered in one giant heat rash. I have a headache that never goes away, just varies in its severity depending on how hot it gets. And my appetite has plummeted to the point where I have apparently lost enough weight to cause my family to voice concerns about an ED relapse. 

If I ever make enough money, I'm moving to Svalbard

Hope the rest of you are handling the weather better than I am. I'm going back to my Pokemon stalking.....

Monday, July 18, 2016

To the pain!













I can still see, so I don't think it's that bad. 



I've had this song on repeat all weekend. 'Tis good stuff.


Friday, July 15, 2016

Listen, Big Deal. You got another problem. Women always figure out the truth. Always.

I have discovered that if I wear my glasses while taking photos, the pictures actually come out perfectly in focus.

Literally nothing to report, but thought I'd check in since I've been trolling around blogger most of the day and finding new blogs to read. Y'all gotta check out Bob's birb photos, they put mine to shame.

I'm becoming a regular at the birb sanctuary. Update:


incoming egrets
I got some really good photos last night hanging out there with Lil Bro#2. 

So many birbs.



 The other night, there were like 40 herons hanging out. I couldn't get great photos because they were too far away, but the lady I got to chatting to had one of those giant zoom lenses that looks like a rocket launcher, and she counted about 40. I keep on stopping there whenever I pass it hoping to get a shot of the Cedar Waxwings. I honestly never knew we had them around here, but one of my fellow bird nerds spotted one in his scope and let me and M. take a look. They are super fancy.

stolen from the Cornell Ornithology Lab's website
Any of y'all remember that time I complained about how frustrating it gets having the same conversation with Mumsy over and over and over and over? In case you forgot, here's an example:



It's been the same since they invented the internet.


like is she kidding

  
You guys



I can't



I other news, I've been watching The Force Awakens every night for like a week. I can probably recite it at this point.

Harleyquinn says hi.



I don't know how she does these things. I can only guess. 


Friday, July 8, 2016

A quickie for Sam Lupin...


I've been really slacking as far as artwork goes. That's what happens when you have too many hobbies, I guess. Between actual work and being part of the band at church, I tend to spend most of my extremely limited free time sitting and doing absolutely nothing. 

But I've got a couple pictures in progress. And I promised Sam Lupin a preview.



That is The Burrow (the Weasley family's house, from Harry Potter) so far. I apologize in advance for the background--I never did learn how to perspective, despite the efforts of a number of increasingly aggravated college professors. 

Any request for the colour of your fence? I cannot decide....

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

You know how much I love watching you work, but I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it; I'm swamped.

I missed Monday's mishmash (stolen from Kelly Hashway), so we'll do a Wednesday one instead. 


Both bosses are away this week and the office is DEAD. Bossman actually left a decent amount of stuff to do, but alas I managed to get everything done except the filing by noon yesterday. 

I'm thinking about paying someone $20 to come and do the filing for me. 

Currently reading 2 really good books. I'm sharing in case anyone is looking for something to read, as I cannot put either of them down. 

I don't usually like the supermarket murder-mysteries, but



It is very dark and extremely violent, and I'm pretty sure I already know the ending, but I still can't stop reading. 

I've also been on a sci-fi/apocalypse kick. I'm currently like halfway through the third book in the Breakers series. 



I think the first one is still free on Kindle. 

I went on a slight shopping spree on Saturday.  I was on a mission to acquire a rug. 



I was successful. And spent way too much money on new shoes (in fairness, I did actually need new shoes for work), a memory foam mattress cover (IT IS GLORIOUS), a doormat, 2 new skirts, some nice coasters, and a bed for the cats.




I've been visiting the birb sanctuary. 


That pond has been full of herons every day for like the last week. I also got some photos of a killdeer with her chicks, but I haven't put them on the computer yet. Baby birbs coming soon. 

M. stayed over on Sunday night. We visited our favourite winery on Monday. We also visited Sugar Loaf, where we found this on the ground next to M.'s car when we returned to our parking spot. 


It has to be at least 15 years old, but it's in amazing condition. And it definitely wasn't next to the car when we parked. It is now hanging up in my living room. 

Monday night, pretty much all of my neighbours were setting off fireworks. And not the dinky little "fireworks" you get at Walmart. Legit fireworks that you fire out of a cannon. Which are illegal in New York State, but since my town does not actually have any police, I guess laws do not apply.