I'm Going to Complain Now, Episode 77

 A couple people have inquired as to my well-being, so I figured I’d check in…

No news, I’m afraid. We went camping again last weekend. It kind of sucked, as it was 1,000 degrees out and then we got hit with a monster thunderstorm the second night. At least this time we were all in the camper.

It’s still 1,000 degrees. Praise the Lord, the summer is nearly over. I need to move somewhere with a nicer climate. Every day the weather is disgusting and hot, I check in on the weather in my dream location.

or 7 degrees C

It seems they are finally coming out of their three months without sunsets.

I’m counting the days until both Lil Bros come home at the end of August (even though Lil Bro#1 is only home for 2 weeks before leaving for grad school in Georgia >:O )

We plan on finally recording some songs together. Last weekend, Lil Bro#1 opined that “We could probably do some Tool songs, a couple of them don’t sound that hard,” to which Lil Bro#2 replied, “Astrophysics doesn’t seem all that hard, we could totally build our own quadjumper no problem.”**

We'll probably be covering a couple murder ballads, only tweaking the lyrics so the woman is telling the tale of killing her unfaithful husband. Because I am sick and tired of all these murder ballads about dudes killing their unfaithful wives.

You know what really tees me the eff off? The fact that I have to do this whenever someone is covering for me at the office:

It never ceases to blow my mind just how many people are

sooooooo

feckinnnggggggg

STUPID.

I swear, every encounter with these people shortens my lifespan a little bit. Like the people who can’t figure out how to sign their names on the line above their name, where the sticker says “sign here.”

That’s why we go through a lot of these stickers:

One time, I had to make an MS Paint picture of this lady's legal documents, with color-coded circles and arrows just to explain to her how to sign her name on the signature line, and get her signature notarized.

And I sh*t you not guys

SHE SIGNED THE MS PAINT PICTURES AND DIDN'T GET ANYTHING NOTARIZED.

This woman is the principal of a school. Like she is left in charge of running an entire school and she can’t even figure out how to sign her name on a signature line.

 Ugh.

**There will be no forthcoming Tool covers, because Lil Bro#2 only has one pair of arms for drumming, and I would need at least 1 extra bass player to mimic Tool’s sound because no one plays the bass like that.

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.