There's always a post or few about "sorry I was gone so long" and this should be one of them, but I'm not going to do it. Nope. Not even with that title. I just did it to tease you (or annoy you...whichever the case may be).
The convention was a great day. I wish I could've gone for the whole weekend, but I honestly don't think it would have been worth the money for more than the one day I went. It's not that the panels weren't good, because they were great - mostly because of Candace's friends being the fun people they are - it was just that the dealer room was REALLY sub-par this time. I don't know why. Maybe it's that I didn't find too much of what I wanted or maybe...aww heck. I really don't know. I just felt cheated dealer room-wise. Meh. Had a good time in artist's alley having portraits drawn, which was interesting. Our costumes were perfect, absolutely perfect. They fit well and looked great, except for Candace's wig. I hated that it made her head hurt. I need to find a good replacement wig for her so she can enjoy when we wear them again. Oh, and another bad part about only going with the two of us was that we didn't think to get pictures of ourselves! I loved the way our costumes looked, but there weren't many opportunities to take pictures for ourselves. Boo. Oh well. Maybe we'll do a cosplay "School Rumble" photoshoot with our "sister from a different family," Kenya. I've never done a photoshoot before and Candace is a pro. I wonder what it will be like! I have a funny feeling I'll be laughing a lot because Candace and Kenya keep me in stitches; their interplay is WAAAY too funny.
Ugh. I feel so off. I've been sick this whole week and the cold/sinus infection is finally leaving me, but it's taking its sweet time, leaving me snotty and funny-sounding in the process. One good thing about it is that Ryan and I have been taking garlic pills to help fight the cold (for me) and prevent it (for him) and they're working, but they have the strange side effect of making us both have quite vivid dreams. It's funny because I was thinking about how much I've been dreaming and remembering it since I started taking the pills and Ryan just out of the blue makes a comment that he's been dreaming (and remembering them) every night since a few days back. I tell him about my theory on the garlic pills and he agrees. Unfortunately, he seems to have nightmares and/or sad dreams and I end up with weird stuff that makes me smile. Different people, similar but differing reactions. Huh.
I think I need to go swimming to set me straight again. It's the start of summer and I've yet to go in the water since the 21st. I know that's a factor for some of this off-ness. Hopefully I'll get the chance this weekend if the dreary weather lets up. If not, I'll jump in a full bathtub to help alleviate this wrong. That'll do.
I Wants: I want to see a ghost sometime soon because I have a few questions to ask; I want a silver blue definitely-not-new-but-nice-looking-and-shiny Kia Rio (with A/C) to begin the Duran Duran mobile; and I want to be able to finish my fanfiction so I can satisfy that one freaking reader who is great and consistent, but kinda pushy about updates!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Glossing over
I've started and restarted this blog over and over and I can't seem to get it right. Something in my head is telling me that I just have to write this blog and then I can move on to the unimportant stuff I usually post about. I'm tempted not to do it at all. Of course, I know that if I choose to do that, I won't come back for a good long while. I'm sure of it. Soooo...as this is such a nice little steam-letter-outer, I just have to get through this blasted post.
Why is it so hard, you ask? Because it is. So there. Life goes on and we just have to get through it - that's what family and friends are for!
Yay! I did it! That was all. I know it's vague, but didn't you read the title of the post? Sheesh. Some people.
...
I started playing the video game "Red Dead Redemption," which I got for my birthday from Ryan. It is WAAAYYY much better than "Grand Theft Auto IV!" I LOVE IT!!! In the game, you play as John Marston, an ex-outlaw whose goal is to get back to his wife and kid. Dueling, retrieving bounties (dead or alive, of course), shooting coyotes (which I now pronounce 'ky-ohts' in my Old West enthusiasm) and all manner of interesting creatures, including a jackalope (which I have already bagged, by the way). Woo!
So far, I think my favorite thing is still riding the horse. I just enjoy it. He's so neat. He snorts and whinnies and shies and doesn't poop. That's a dream horse right there. On another note, my character currently has a beautiful golden palomino stallion named Santo Domingo.
You see, Ryan had dismounted to be less of an easy target for a group of outlaws he'd been tasked with killing. When you dismount out on the plains with no hitching post around, your horse just decides to go wandering and that's just what Brownie did. When Ryan finished killing the bandits and lassoed the gang leader, who had a hefty bounty on his head, he realized his horse was gone.
Ryan: "Where is it?"
Me: "It exploded."
Ryan: "What?!"
Me: *sad face* Brownie got hit by a train.
Ryan: "What? When?"
Me: "When you were shooting those guys. I saw it. He exploded like a balloon filled with red mist. It was sad."
Ryan: "Huh." *he whistles and a pretty chestnut horse shows up*
Me: "Ooh. What are you going to name him?"
Ryan: "Dunno. Reddie?"
Me: "Nice. Noooo...really think about it. Get to know him for a bit and THEN name him!"
Ryan: *laughs a little* "Ok."
To my amusement, he listened to me and after a round of hunting out on the plains, he noticed that this new horse stuck a lot closer to him when he wasn't on it than Brownie ever did. In fact, the horse followed him around "like a dog," he said. "I'm gonna call this one Doggy," he told me with a smile. AWWWWWWWW! He humors me and gets a kick out of it to boot. I think he still has Doggy the horse, too.
As for me, Santo Domingo is still my mount of choice, ESPECIALLY since he's one of the top 3 types of horse in-game. Also, I'll get a trophy if I can keep the same mount for 20 story missions without hitching a new one to the post in front of my house. I didn't think that was hard until last night. I go out to pick some flowers for an old guy and first, I fall off a cliff while saving a man from mountain lions. I was on Santo Domingo at the time and, though I survived the fall, Santo did not. I was devastated and re-loaded my game. This time, I traipsed around to near the same area (where those blasted flowers grow) and a mountain lion came out of nowhere, killed my horse and then killed me. So...after 30 minutes or so of playing, mountain lions put me right back to where I was twice. No sirree. I'll get it right tonight...stupid mountain lions. I'll wear all your mangy pelts AND keep my pretty Santo Domingo! Hah! Take that, you overgrown house cats!
...man, I love this game!
Why is it so hard, you ask? Because it is. So there. Life goes on and we just have to get through it - that's what family and friends are for!
Yay! I did it! That was all. I know it's vague, but didn't you read the title of the post? Sheesh. Some people.
...
I started playing the video game "Red Dead Redemption," which I got for my birthday from Ryan. It is WAAAYYY much better than "Grand Theft Auto IV!" I LOVE IT!!! In the game, you play as John Marston, an ex-outlaw whose goal is to get back to his wife and kid. Dueling, retrieving bounties (dead or alive, of course), shooting coyotes (which I now pronounce 'ky-ohts' in my Old West enthusiasm) and all manner of interesting creatures, including a jackalope (which I have already bagged, by the way). Woo!
So far, I think my favorite thing is still riding the horse. I just enjoy it. He's so neat. He snorts and whinnies and shies and doesn't poop. That's a dream horse right there. On another note, my character currently has a beautiful golden palomino stallion named Santo Domingo.
John Marston on a Kentucky Saddler, which is Santo Domingo's breed.
Courtesy of the Red Dead Wiki
I told Ryan that I named mine and he immediately started looking in the menus to find out how to name your horse. I laughed and explained that there's no naming your horse in-game, but that I did it just because. I asked if he wanted me to supply a name for his horse and he said he'd name it himself; he called it Brownie, which suited it as it was a bay horse. I say 'was' because Brownie wandered onto the train tracks and got hit by a steam engine.Courtesy of the Red Dead Wiki
You see, Ryan had dismounted to be less of an easy target for a group of outlaws he'd been tasked with killing. When you dismount out on the plains with no hitching post around, your horse just decides to go wandering and that's just what Brownie did. When Ryan finished killing the bandits and lassoed the gang leader, who had a hefty bounty on his head, he realized his horse was gone.
Ryan: "Where is it?"
Me: "It exploded."
Ryan: "What?!"
Me: *sad face* Brownie got hit by a train.
Ryan: "What? When?"
Me: "When you were shooting those guys. I saw it. He exploded like a balloon filled with red mist. It was sad."
Ryan: "Huh." *he whistles and a pretty chestnut horse shows up*
Me: "Ooh. What are you going to name him?"
Ryan: "Dunno. Reddie?"
Me: "Nice. Noooo...really think about it. Get to know him for a bit and THEN name him!"
Ryan: *laughs a little* "Ok."
To my amusement, he listened to me and after a round of hunting out on the plains, he noticed that this new horse stuck a lot closer to him when he wasn't on it than Brownie ever did. In fact, the horse followed him around "like a dog," he said. "I'm gonna call this one Doggy," he told me with a smile. AWWWWWWWW! He humors me and gets a kick out of it to boot. I think he still has Doggy the horse, too.
As for me, Santo Domingo is still my mount of choice, ESPECIALLY since he's one of the top 3 types of horse in-game. Also, I'll get a trophy if I can keep the same mount for 20 story missions without hitching a new one to the post in front of my house. I didn't think that was hard until last night. I go out to pick some flowers for an old guy and first, I fall off a cliff while saving a man from mountain lions. I was on Santo Domingo at the time and, though I survived the fall, Santo did not. I was devastated and re-loaded my game. This time, I traipsed around to near the same area (where those blasted flowers grow) and a mountain lion came out of nowhere, killed my horse and then killed me. So...after 30 minutes or so of playing, mountain lions put me right back to where I was twice. No sirree. I'll get it right tonight...stupid mountain lions. I'll wear all your mangy pelts AND keep my pretty Santo Domingo! Hah! Take that, you overgrown house cats!
...man, I love this game!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Birthday Day!
I just like the way that sounds: birthday day.
Don't ask because I have no idea what to tell other than that.
Birthday day, birthday day! La la la, it's birthday day!
So, I am now 25 years old. My sister is under the impression that this fact alone will make my insurance go down, but I have no clue why she thinks that. I think that, if it's true, that will be the only worthwhile change that takes place while I'm occupying this nice rounded number of an age.
I got a cute card from my co-workers today with cartoon cats tied to balloons that move when you turn a paper dial à la a pop-up book. There's this one that has a face like this:
^ ^
O . O
^
It's so great! Makes me think of my Po, who already gave me three presents for my birthday, which is super, considering she's a cat. Yeah. They weren't the most pleasant of presents, either. First one she gave me early this morning:
Po: *crinkle crinkle*
Me: Ughhh... (waking up)
Po: *more crinkles*
Me: No ball! It's too early, stupid cat. (rolls over)
Po: *crinkle crinkle crinkle*
Me: Fine! That's it!
I get up, grab the paper ball from her and put it in a drawer. Glancing at the glaring red numbers on the stove clock, I see it's exactly 6:00 AM, one hour before the alarm goes off. Nice timing, Po!
Second present from Po comes when I wake up fully with the third try of the snooze button.
Ryan, waking up: It smells like poop.
Me: You smell like poop.
Ryan: No, I'm serious.
Me: *sniff sniff* Great...
Yup. Po took a great big dump in the litter box (on the other side of the house, mind you) and failed to cover it like usual. This time even Seffie was so disgusted that she didn't go in and cover up Po's monstrous dump. She was so upset this morning at Po's nasty poo that I didn't even see her until I'd cleaned out the box and Febreezed. Smart cat.
Third present from Po came when I was in between waking up and getting out of bed.
Ryan's already up and we're both very aware of the distinct poopy odor scenting the air when he turns and says this: "Is that puke?"
Yes, Ryan. Yes it is. AND we know how to distinguish between the puke of Seffie and Po because Seffie usually pukes chewed food and/or clumps of black hair and/or whole pilfered ribbons while Po, on the other hand, pukes up almost solely unchewed, partially digested dry food. This little clump on the floor in front of his dresser was the latter. Thank you, Po!
Of course, I couldn't stay mad at her for long. She followed me to the bathroom when I was getting dressed and hung out around the door, batting a hair tie she'd stolen from my purse. She purred and wagged her stripey tail while I brushed Seffie, who'd appeared from nowhere like the chubby ninja that she is. I guess it wasn't too bad of a birthday day morning after all.
Don't ask because I have no idea what to tell other than that.
Birthday day, birthday day! La la la, it's birthday day!
So, I am now 25 years old. My sister is under the impression that this fact alone will make my insurance go down, but I have no clue why she thinks that. I think that, if it's true, that will be the only worthwhile change that takes place while I'm occupying this nice rounded number of an age.
I got a cute card from my co-workers today with cartoon cats tied to balloons that move when you turn a paper dial à la a pop-up book. There's this one that has a face like this:
^ ^
O . O
^
It's so great! Makes me think of my Po, who already gave me three presents for my birthday, which is super, considering she's a cat. Yeah. They weren't the most pleasant of presents, either. First one she gave me early this morning:
Po: *crinkle crinkle*
Me: Ughhh... (waking up)
Po: *more crinkles*
Me: No ball! It's too early, stupid cat. (rolls over)
Po: *crinkle crinkle crinkle*
Me: Fine! That's it!
I get up, grab the paper ball from her and put it in a drawer. Glancing at the glaring red numbers on the stove clock, I see it's exactly 6:00 AM, one hour before the alarm goes off. Nice timing, Po!
Second present from Po comes when I wake up fully with the third try of the snooze button.
Ryan, waking up: It smells like poop.
Me: You smell like poop.
Ryan: No, I'm serious.
Me: *sniff sniff* Great...
Yup. Po took a great big dump in the litter box (on the other side of the house, mind you) and failed to cover it like usual. This time even Seffie was so disgusted that she didn't go in and cover up Po's monstrous dump. She was so upset this morning at Po's nasty poo that I didn't even see her until I'd cleaned out the box and Febreezed. Smart cat.
Third present from Po came when I was in between waking up and getting out of bed.
Ryan's already up and we're both very aware of the distinct poopy odor scenting the air when he turns and says this: "Is that puke?"
Yes, Ryan. Yes it is. AND we know how to distinguish between the puke of Seffie and Po because Seffie usually pukes chewed food and/or clumps of black hair and/or whole pilfered ribbons while Po, on the other hand, pukes up almost solely unchewed, partially digested dry food. This little clump on the floor in front of his dresser was the latter. Thank you, Po!
Of course, I couldn't stay mad at her for long. She followed me to the bathroom when I was getting dressed and hung out around the door, batting a hair tie she'd stolen from my purse. She purred and wagged her stripey tail while I brushed Seffie, who'd appeared from nowhere like the chubby ninja that she is. I guess it wasn't too bad of a birthday day morning after all.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Happy Birthday, Marilyn!
Today is June 1, 2011, and it is Marilyn Monroe's 85th birthday. I've got a special place in my heart for the lovely Ms. Monroe for many reasons, one of which is that we almost share a birthday. She was born exactly sixty years and one day ahead of me, give or take some hours.
She was a very unique person and I think the world is a better place because she was in it. Of course, I can say that about a lot of people, some of whom I'm sure you would claim are much more qualified to fit that statement than she, but I am choosing to say it about her right now. It isn't just because she was pretty. She was alternately determined and lazy, she was bright and bubbly, she was pleasant and unpleasant...she was normal. I like that.
So...in honor of her birthday, I'm going to post some of my favorite pictures of the late Ms. Monroe. Enjoy!
She was a very unique person and I think the world is a better place because she was in it. Of course, I can say that about a lot of people, some of whom I'm sure you would claim are much more qualified to fit that statement than she, but I am choosing to say it about her right now. It isn't just because she was pretty. She was alternately determined and lazy, she was bright and bubbly, she was pleasant and unpleasant...she was normal. I like that.
So...in honor of her birthday, I'm going to post some of my favorite pictures of the late Ms. Monroe. Enjoy!
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