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Thursday, September 10, 2015

pink is the new dark, or, my life without any meth whatsoever

HOW did I miss this last year?

L.A. Restaurant Serves Hello Kitty Burger With Pink Cheese
Pink cheese is the new black cheese.


Must be the Hello Kitty burger for bikers and truck drivers
I was actually searching 'pink cheese Halloween' to see if I could gross myself out. Why yes, yes I sure can. But try it yourself, there's some pretty cool off the wall stuff in images. Some of you are actually pretty sick. (3 clicks there) And some of you work way too hard, but wow. I know, I skewed wildly off the pink path here.


Totally got stuck in the cheese party tray search on pinterest. Just click that and mind blown, ok? I'm not even going to tease you with a snip. It's too dangerous. I like to never got out of there.

O_o Night ruined. Here you go. Decadence threw delicate out the window and shoved the red velvet oreo truffle brownie bars from hell in my face. Pinterest has got to be an evil plot to take Americans DOWN.

Getting the boink off of pinterest. You guys need to get on the evil Martha Stewart stuff. I mean, make MOAR. (I know it's scary how far her reach is dredging the internet of anything slanderous, but I don't think your kids' lives will actually be threatened or anything.) (I could be wrong- Why Martha Stewart is Inherently Evil.)

Yeah, who knows why google thinks this pic clicks to that site. Weird.
Nah, Snoop just helps the *cough*Illuminati*cough* push the soft porn industry. ~Alledgedly~. I love Snoop, he rocks. You guys know I'm joking, right? The soft porn industry is a respectable cornerstone of our country. (I actually like that vid. Check his suit. No one could get away with that suit and make it look awesome. He owns it.) (If you guys have a problem with anything I just said, sprinkle some pink salt on it.) (I had a rough day, ok?)

I have been turned to the sparkly vampire side. Nope, haven't read the books or seen the movies, just ran into this quote and I have this thing for feldspars (granites), which are sparkly cool sometimes. I don't bug you guys with my lifelong obsession with rocks, so ok, this is surprising news.

Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn't get used to it, though I'd been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday's hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn't sleep. A perfect statue, carved in some unknown stone, smooth like marble, glittering like crystal. - Twilight

Now I'm scouring one of my private blogs for a pink feldspar post and ran into this title "the prune pit of my soul", cracking up. A snippet from Oct. 22, 2008.

Oh yeah, I keep forgetting to tell you about the red sock.  Remember the other day I said there was something or someone messing with the remote and my phone?  Well, it's also playing tricks with a red footie I've got.  In all my years here, I have NEVER lost a sock.  I'm extremely fastidious with laundry, almost obsessed with sox.  So a couple of weeks or so ago, maybe end of September, one of my red footies disappeared from the hamper.  It was near the bottom, I was sorting clothes, both sox shoulda been there.  I went ahead and washed the single sock.  A few days later I mentioned to Scott that it was weird that my other red footie hadn't shown up anywhere, and the next day I walked into my room and it was on the floor where I sort clothes, just laying there all by itself.

So, last week it happened again.  Same sock.  Sorting clothes, only one sock, went ahead and washed it and put it in the drawer.  This time it was gone over a week.  I finally mentioned it to Scott again.  The next day I was walking out of my room and happened to glance down on the floor left of the door by the wall, where Scott puts old raggedy clothes to cut up for rags at work to clean his press with.  These clothes are usually nicely folded because I'm such a bean brain about folding, I can't stand not folding.  So right there by a little pile of ratty jeans was my sock, sorta tucked back there but obviously sticking out.  There was no way that sock could have been dropped into that position.  I called Scott over, happened to be on a day he was home, and I said look, my sock, and he's like, hey, I was *just* doing something there, and there was no sock...


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There are other titles, like "the healing powers of evil laughter". Probably shouldn't share that one. Here's a snip from April 14, 2008.

I've got to stop telling my dad everything.  He told me last night that antibiotics are poison and I wouldn't have gotten the ear infection if I had been putting hydrogen peroxide in my ear at bedtime.  You can't tell the guy it won't penetrate the eardrum to the inner ear infection because he swears it leaks through and comes out his tear ducts.  Fine.  I hope it fizzles all the way through.  Nut.

Wo, totally forgot I had this! Ok, never mind. >=l Blogger won't play the flash. I actually have this embedded on an old private post, it's really cool. Anyway, click for the llama song. If flash is truly going the way of the dodo, that will break one day and not be viewable, and it's the original site. Cool, I was able to pull a download from my Torch. Oh, yeah, this was in that post, too. March 31, 2008.

Jaizzy was a little freaked this evening, had never seen Scott in basketball shorts before.  Refused to go in her run until HE was IN the big house.  I told her he molted.  He'll grow his jeans back tomorrow.  Not to be ~that~ sort of person, but she got a little snooty about it.  I reminded her we didn't act like that when *she* molted.  Still, she was just shocked...  It nearly put her off her little cob of corn.

Scott crawled in the attic today and nearly fell through the deck ceiling.  That was a bad noise.  He was a little miffed that I didn't jump up and check on him.  I figure I made it through him crawling all over the outside of the house on scary looking scaffolding and ladders in the past that could have dropped him 4 stories to his death, probably wasn't much to worry about him just falling through a ceiling.

I think he likes it when I hover nearby cringing.  It means I love him.  I'll have to hover lovingly next time.

Last week Scott put chew sticks of death in my car to kill the mice.  I lightly complained Friday that my car smelled like death.  He blew it off.  He got in my car this weekend and came in kinda green, took the vacuum cleaner out there and really worked.  The smell is still there, no telling where the little corpses are mummifying.  If he'd been able to figure out how to pull the back seat apart, my car would have been strung apart all over the yard.
I get to drive to town the next two days.  Goody...   

March 28, 2008. I do NOT miss those headaches.

Yeah, well YOU try driving with a maniac horsefly dive bombing your head.  >=l

I said that to my other self, who pointed out that I was driving like an idiot.  I challenged that other self to step up and make everything all better sometime instead of just waiting until I'm drugged on a highway to criticize me.

And where the heck did the horsefly come from?!?!?!?!?

Still have the migraine, a truly beautiful work of nervous system art that I'm sure will be admired by millions of brain cells throughout the day.

Survived not only Walmart, but the surprise of all my antifreeze vaporizing into another dimension.  I think I'm caught in the middle of the ~gasp!~ *Mice* *Wars*.  They're plotting back after Scott cleaned their nest out of the glove box and chased the babies out of the trunk.  I think it's like a tribal thing, they paint tiny stripes on their little faces and stick a feather on their tails and wave little sticks before they swarm through the dark and bite little holes in my rubber hoses. 

It was a bad day for it.  The temp said 38, but the wind chill had to be down to freezing.  My head throbbed so bad every time I got out of the car.  Pumping gas was almost like floating through the eerie tunnel in Willy Wonka's factory, first version.  Not sure how I got through it.

I know, I know, I'm still looking for that pink feldspar post. Hang on. It's not helping that I'm in the pre-title era now. I keep getting hung up on little stuff like this, from the day before that last one.

Jaizzy does not like squirrels mating.  Their ~luv~ chirps sound too much like someone got pounced on by a hawk.

I got to thinking- we complain about public cell phone overuse, right?  Imagine being a small animal trying to put the moves on and everyone within half an acre yelling SHUT UP!!!!!   

March 21, 2008. I keep telling you guys I grew up like this. I grew up like this. My dad was *~convinced~* the world was going to end any second -my- -entire- -life-. Imagine growing up absolutely terrified ALL THE TIME. 'Tis why I mock now.

2011 keeps popping up in conversations or things I'm googling online.  Seems to be a convergence point of some kind for world catastrophe.  First of all, dire warnings about solar storms severely disrupting emergency and airline GPS systems and networks scrambling to reconfigure satellites-- if this happens, it's a pretty sure bet that there will also be cell phone and television problems galore.  So there is that.  Then Dad is adamant that the tribulation will start around 2011, with the rapture occurring on May 21, 2011, and many wacko preachers concur, some saying it's the end of the Church Age.  Then you got some weirdos coming out of the woodwork about it with African Queen of the Hive Draconian Winged Serpents are returning to Earth on , the title cut off, but it should still get you there, and if you wanna see just how idiotic people can be in this information age, there you go.  And on top of all that, the Mayan calendar ends in 2012, and Nostradamus 'predicted' (some say) the earth lining up with the center of our galaxy (which happens every 25,000 years anyway) around 2012ish, bringing worldwide flooding and disaster and whatnot.  Then, if that weren't enough, cosmologists say our earth could be hit at any time by gamma bursts from a star 'near' us that is ripe to go supernova, which would fry one side of the earth, basically causing all the stuff in Revelations, including seas boiling away, flesh melting off bones, etc.

Aaaaaaand we're all still here. Moving on. March 9, 2008.

Ow ow ow ow...
   
That was my feet.  I let them type.  They've been very verbal this weekend.  They said if I wanna go anywhere else today, let my lips and fingers do the walking, and they'll do the talking.

I'm obviously going the wrong direction, should've started at 2007 and come forward. But in case you ever find you have a bird on your head... I might be getting close.

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Oh, wait, I was on it. That's part of my pink granite obsession stuff.

Now I shall torture you with an excessive amount of ocean and pink feldspar pictures, part of my obsessive nature.  My original pink feldspar post was on April 22, 2007, in case you feel compelled to check it out.  Basically just said it was my fave stone, that I think it looks awesomely cool in high class buildings, and I posted a few pictures I found on the internet.

Skip a bunch of stuff. Now we come to how we tie in my obsession over rocks to sparkly vampires, as per that quote way, waaaaay back there. Keep in mind this is pre-Ike, which took out some of the sea wall. (If you're not a rock history enthusiast, skip this, I have photos below it.)

So yeah, some of you are going, wow, I'd like to know *more* about that pink feldspar!  Well, guess what...  I looked it up!   

Granite Mountain is a solid dome of pink granite (pink granite is also known as Sunset Red) rising over 860 feet one mile west of Marble Falls, Texas. Since quarry operations began in the late 1800's, the distinctive pink-red colored rock has been used in the construction of the Texas State Capitol in Austin, Texas, and also for the construction of the Galveston Seawall.

Granite Mountain is a huge dome of high-quality pink and red granite, prized worldwide. Quarrying began in Marble Falls, Texas in the 1880s for construction of the Texas Capitol. An unending flow of the superb material has continued ever since, yet the bulk of the dome has hardly been diminished. Visitors are not admitted to the quarry area.

Enchanted Rock looms over the Texas hillcountry like a massive bald mountain, an enormous dome of pink granite that rises 325 feet above the small stream flowing at its base. Covering over a square mile, the formation is second in size only to Georgia's Stone Mountain. Over the years, rumors about the rock have been plentiful: it glows in the dark, human sacrifices were held on its smooth granite surface, it moans at night, it hides veins of gold and diamonds, and it is haunted. Everything about the rock, from its name to its legends, is enchanted.

If you want to know more--

And here is the history of the Galveston granite seawall.

The Galveston Seawall, USA, constructed in 1902, is a seawall that was built after the Galveston Hurricane of 1900 for protection from future hurricanes. The Seawall has never been overtopped by a storm surge from hurricanes but waves from the storms have caused considerable damage to buildings that line Seawall Boulevard. Texas F.M. 3005, otherwise known as Seawall Boulevard along the wall, runs along the Seawall.

The seawall is presently 10 miles long. It is approximately 17 feet high, and 16 feet thick at its base. The seawall was listed in the National Register of Historic Places in 1977 and designated a National Civil Engineering Landmark by the American Society of Civil Engineers (ASCE) in 2001.
Many miles of the wall are painted with murals, called "wall art". These huge murals are painted by children, and depict underwater life. The art is designed to make the seawall more interesting to visitors.

'Pinky' actually goes way back, but that was the first blog I ever came out as Pinky, which has since become a sort of splinter personality blog that interfaces all the rest of my weird stuff. You guys will find out why it's important later.

I'm generally not a pink person, but there are some pink things in nature that really capture my attention.  One of them is a granite called pink feldspar.  I first saw it in the form of the inside walls of my main bank, many years ago.  Wow, pink granite, and all polished up like that looked like the creme de la creme of building materials.  If you wanna look like a successful bank, go with that soft pink granite.  It just whispers diamonds and 24k gold and large bills in small suitcases.

I didn't find out what it was until I took a geology class in college.  I don't know why I'm so fond of that particular stone, but I guess other people are too.  I think last year or so there was a racehorse I saw running named Pink Feldspar.

For some reason it's on my mind today, so I found a few pictures and links.  The first pic is an extreme closeup of the crystal formation.  One of the links is a company that uses it inside buildings, looks so fabulous and ~mmmmmmmm~, rich.

              
                    

Ok, back to real time. If you have actually made it this far, 1- I love you, and 2- my apologies that I can't serve you refreshments. This was my roughest PT day so far. Since I'm doing so well (compared to years past), we're trying to push me and find out if I still have a solid wall I hit, because years of chronic fatigue and flare ups seem to be evaporating. I do feel rough, but I'm not curled up in a ball, yay! The hardest part is already over (used to take me days to recover from way less than this), and I'm excited that I'm able to handle so much more now. Yeah, it's hard, but so is being Madonna, right? She's fifty-frickin-seven and still all over it, so I'm thinking by the time I'm 57, I'm going to be pretty fabulous myself. She works hard, I'm working hard. Anybody who wants something works hard.

Time to chillax and watch some vids. Dark Sherlock is a thing.








Ok, I don't know about you guys, but I need a brain cleanser before I go to bed.

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