Pinky blog comes up in international searches for hamster drag racing. Okaaay... Well, to be honest, the person searching was probably looking for a genetic defect in hamsters and it crossed streams into me because Star Trek acronym and my hamster tag in a couple of posts. But hamster drag racing, lol. Didn't even know that was a thing.
And I keep getting urgent emails from Sumall that all free accounts are going to be dumped in 7 days unless we upgrade. I'm busy making new armor. Finally found an iron ore vein, thank goodness. Getting chased by a tiger yesterday in my cute little dress was pretty terrifying. I'm not sure what's up with my armor getting stolen, I've been killed so many times now, not even sure who or what took it. OH, and Kai hatched another coral snake last night and named it Coral Grimes, so I can't kill it because it's against the law to kill named pets. >=l It better not come after me. This is my little bunker under the house. I'm so ready for the zombie apocalypse.
Kid tested by a real kid. She didn't let go of it all the way home. We got ours at a local TJ Maxx but the original manufacturer/retailer is Mary Meyer Bestever Baby Mats, and there's a much bigger variety there, although I'm not seeing a dog like this one.
Got a snow warning coming up, so today is phone calls and moving appointments. I'm just not going to drive in weather at all this winter if I can help it. Been really lucky so far. We've been known to get major spontaneous ice storms clear into April, so we've technically got 6 more weeks of 'winter' to go. Never plant your maters until you're clear, guys. I've seen way too much weeping over massive baby mater loss because premature spring feels. I've got a good ice pic from April one year somewhere in all my stuff, guess today's not the day to find it. We never got yet this year what we've had in years past.
January 2007
February 2008 (ice)
January 2009
January 2010
February 2011
And a chicken pic for kicks from May 2007.
Hope you guys are having a good week. February kinda feels like trying to walk through water in minecraft, goessss sssooooo sssllllooooowwwwww....
Gots to pull my head together and get some cool stuff done. Got my Spirky feels going. I'm actually in a good place. Ok, as long as she doesn't throw any snakes at me, but she does love some good sport, so I won't be surprised, and this time I'll be ready.
I haven't counted how long it's been since I've had both a Bunny-free weekend and @bonenado to myself the entire time with no trips to town in the middle of everything because inclement weather kept us confined, and next thing you know, all kinds of big things started happening.
That's right, I just showed you boring pictures of us tearing out all the shelves and deep cleaning, and then purging my old crap and rearranging my new cookware into easier to reach configurations. I used to do all that myself (I was notorious for climbing on counters to vacuum cabinet tops up near the ceiling), but it's getting harder for Scott to climb all over the roof, too, so c'est la vie. I jumped on utilizing my resources over the weekend.
Outside was like this with a slick frozen crust on everything.
Scott accidentally took a quick ski trip down to the woods when he went out to feed the birds.
Ok, this just happened. Had to reboot. Does anyone else you know live blog like this? You're getting blow by blow real life here.
Behind all that alert stuff is my current wallpaper, one of my fave photos that I took a couple of years ago. I have this crazy thing for random chaos composition and get a little obsessed with leaves sometimes. Click for bigger. And lately I had a little fun making solitaire wallpaper, here you go.
Ok, where were we? I was about to throw in some Bunny and Zurrito pix.
I can't help wondering if Bunny and @bonenado are long time soul mates, she has been doing this every time she sees him since she could grasp, and it has lasted as long as 20 minutes at a time. There is no other time she is as still as this because she's hyper superkid. It's like she's just soaking in his aura, like she found him after all this time or something. I've never seen anything like it.
He is definitely her favorite. Since I was never close to any of my grandparents, or even parents for that matter, this is the most precious relationship I've ever seen. I think @bonenado is one of those secret angles and she can see him glow or something. Another person saw something kind of like that about him once, and I believe it.
Other stuff that happened-
-Winter Games got all-time highest traffic on all my blogs in 6 days flat. :edit: I lied. This survey just passed it again (although the 6 days flat thing is kinda cool), and 2- I should specify that 'all my blogs' means here on blogger. I had a Xanga post hit over 800 in a couple of weeks, and I don't count this Lexx post passing 10,000 ages ago because it's an index. Anything Lexx related on Xanga doesn't count when I say stuff like this.
-My last Walking Dead live tweet review got over 300 views in 12 hours.
-Pinky Stuff- how? I barely even write there and still get blown away.
-On the other hand, I might have scared a few people on Yablo, 2015 is starting out kind of odd over there.
As always, there's a whole lot I'm not saying. Yet. Soon. Ripped through nearly half a spiral over the weekend after a massive research plunge, no word count until I get them into an editor. I laugh now at my original writing schedule for 2012. Naivete is a blessing, without it we'd all give up before we get halfway up the mountain.
In the meantime, I can't help thinking that Rochefort looks a bit Sting-ish.
I know it's been a tough week/month/winter/year for a lot of us. We've gotta keep moving forward, powering through the pain life dishes out because this is how we create more awesome in the world. My deepest respect to Spock fans everywhere. I'm not going to add to what I've already anguished through. I put some of my fave Spock vids in this survey.
Or, irl, as it's acronymed. All of these things happened over the last nine days while black ice and 6-8 inches of crunchy frozen snow kept us more indoors than out.
She doesn't dig the snow, either
Like living in a glass forest
Paper Towel Death
Since our kids are moved out, Scott and I usually eat together in front of our massive TV (the bliss of empty nest), unless he's superglued to fantasy stats or some such on his PC screen. It's not uncommon for me to walk past the couch the next morning picking up the odd paper towel or glass out of the cup holder. The other morning I chanced across a paper towel tightly twisted into what looked like a piece of rope laying on my favorite couch pillow- Was this a message? Had I irritated him too much? Was he subconsciously (or even consciously, egads) thinking about doing to me what he did to that paper towel? Everything Freudian imaginable popped into my mind, and it all pointed to DEATH.
I was right. After Scott got home from work and we were once again eating together on the couch, I paused the show we were watching and said "Hey, by the way, there was this paper towel all twisted up on my pillow. Are you thinking about killing me? Because if you are, I think letting me know what's bothering you and me changing my behavior might be more beneficial, because otherwise you wind up eating fast food every night. And cereal. That thing looked like you were making a rope, and you laid it on my pillow, dude." Turns out he was. He'd been watching one of his uber violent assassin shows the night before and had seen something that triggered him to remember Jackie Chan uses anything around him, and wondered if a paper towel could be made into a strangling weapon, and even sort of demonstrated how he had tried it on himself to see if the paper towel would tear apart. It didn't. Then he forgot to throw that towel away when he got up and took his dishes to the kitchen.
Whew!!! That explanation is entirely plausible. Between some of the shows I've watched with him (including everything from black and white samurai movies to vampire bloodbaths) and his fascination with zombie defense strategies (which I first learned about when he was going through an autoimmune blood vessel flare and a big load of steroids that made him super yappy), Scott is pretty dark in there. Maybe we need a cute brain cleanser now.
Coffee Races
Scott usually leaves me a couple cups of coffee in the pot when he goes to work, and I just microwave them when I get up, unless I'm up with him and drink it fresh. On weekends it's all fresh, which rocks, but Scott is one of those older gen guys whose little mind I can toy with. I call from the kitchen to him in the bedroom, glued to a monitor- "Hey, I'm going to make fresh coffee. You want this last cup before I pour it out?" I hear a muffled 'yeah' and know he's not moving because #glued. So I call back with a little louder voice, "Then bring your cup, I'm pouring this out in ten seconds. Ten... nine..." I hear a mad scramble out of his chair and a wild hunt for his coffee cup. "...five...four..." He's actually running into the kitchen with his cup. "...two...." His cup is under the pot that I'm holding over the sink just as I say "...one!" and start pouring. He knows I'm not bluffing. I haven't yet figured out why he still falls for that when fresh coffee in a few more minutes would have magically appeared anyway and he'd never have missed the old cold stuff, but it revs things up and makes the day more exciting. I like it.
Someone wanted a milkshake
The Pros and Cons of Having No Responsibility
This is more like a think tank game of wits that pops up every little bit. It usually starts with something Scott sees on a TV news flash or hears at work that crosses his mind, in this instance, a group of people camping or living up in some snow laden mountains and other people worrying about whether they were ok in all this horrible cold, and Scott blurted out it must be nice to have no responsibilities and just go live in the mountains, and I can never tell if he's actually jealous or what, but I once again see an opportunity for sport and jump into the deep end with "Well, you have the responsibility to stay alive, which is probably a whole lotta hard work when you're living like that", and then we launch into a discussion about all the work it takes staying alive when a person has no responsibilities to society. We usually don't get anywhere with it, partly because Bunny calls and babbles, but when we're not interrupted, we run on like that sentence up there.
Because WORK
Cripple Fight
Sometimes we reach an impasse while we're both stuck in the house together, and the only solution, as throughout human history, is to simply just kill each other. It would be preferable to do that with our battery operated computerized Battleship or a multiplayer video game, but the first is too slow and way too much sitting for all the adrenaline Scott continually processes with his ADHD, and the second gives me optic nerve migraines and him motion sickness nausea and we both wind up crawling off the couch sorry that we ever tried duking it out with our thumbs. So sometimes I take a shortcut and just slug him really hard, and then we don't talk for 3 days. I know I'm really lucky that he doesn't slug me back, and that it hurts his feelings when I do that (long history of sad reasons throughout his life that I understand I trigger), but sometimes I get 'stuck' and 'act out' and then regret it the rest of the day. In short. aspie gets frustrated processing communication and emotion at the same time and briefly gets violent, which I sometimes fail to control. I dread a future of being labeled the combatant patient in a nursing home one day when my mind deteriorates and I go Bendii Syndrome all over the staff.
I can take him ANY TIME
Anyway, this last weekend, as we hit another stalemate, I mused on the fact that recent events have left me nearly incapable of getting a good slug out, so instead, I turned from the stove to Scott watching out the kitchen window for suspicious activities going on with the neighbors and said "I never was very girly, and yet here you still are" or something like that, put my good arm around his shoulders and said "Lucky I can't hit you right now, eh?" and we laughed. If we could go back to younger years and do this all over again without all my stupid challenges in the way, it would be fun to take taekwondo and stuff together. He's always wanted to go ghost hunting, and if we were equipped for defense and strategy while we were at it, we could scheme and do stuff all over the place. But here we arrive at a place where the phrase 'cripple fight' means 'as you wish'. I'm not sure I'd give that moment up to change anything. One must embrace cabin fever to truly evolve. We both got gold stars on our foreheads that day.
One of the big kids
Walmart Bunny Rodeo and the Missing $20
Bunny's mama was assessed in the third grade by the area's top pediatric neurologist, who diagnosed her with full blown ADHD, saying he'd never seen a child score a ten on both tests before. Bunny is a cute little clone with all the signs of busy energizer bunny (I used to tell her mama that all her bunnies were bouncing out of the box), and already at only 19 months she is such a handful for 3 people that we have become a weekly shopping team. The 'problem' is that this kid already knows who she is and what she wants, and since we are still pre-language with her, reasoning doesn't work (negotiating worked beautifully with her mama once I learned the tricks, which I'm really good at because I'm aspie), and I'm juggling 3 genetically hardwired go-go-go people with poor communication skills. In Walmart.
Constantly moving equals joy
The key is to split up and run into each other 'randomly' (Bunny has no clue we're touching base on the phone at first)- Grampa uses an owl 'backpack' leash that makes Bunny feel grown up and they go walking (super fast walking, she doesn't meander) while mama and I race our carts around with our lists. We have about 15-20 minutes before Bunny and Grampa get too frustrated to work together, and then we start switching off. Sometimes mama shows up with a cookie from the bakery which Bunny can have only by sitting in the cart (helps to take her hungry when we go shopping), and if I run into them first, I have so far successfully gotten her to sit in a cart twice (which is huge) while we hunt for a special box of animal crackers, which she is allowed to open. I doubt this strategy will keep working beyond another 2-3 weeks, but at least we get our shopping done without too much entertainment that inexperienced bystanders might not appreciate.
It has helped me greatly through the years to remember that these ADHD loved ones of mine are direct descendants of the Daniel Boone clan, and that possibly it took people like this to survive being pioneers starting towns and networking local governments and whatnot, as opposed to sitting around croaking off. I also can't help but wonder, every time I hear of a family dying in a house fire during the winter, if they might have gotten out safely if they'd had a Bunny in their midst with enough insomnia to keep someone awake around the clock. Heavy sleepers croak off in fires and raids, light sleepers scream and get out windows. Maybe ADHD running through 10% of the world population is an ideal genetic variant assuring society survives in particular ways. Whenever I get worn out, I remind myself these are the people that get things done. We're very jealous of zurrito sitting in a cart, although his mama assures us keeping him in one has been a fight the whole way.
At any rate, by the time we hit the register lines we're pretty frazzled, like we've done toddler olympics or something, and our brains are all falling out. I asked Scott last weekend if I should put money on the gas card, and he said sure, $20. Neither one of us caught a miscommunication between a checker running away to puke (pregnant? sure hope it wasn't germs, ish) and Bunny reprogramming phones again while we were unloading two full carts, and I failed to grasp that I was supposed to put money on the gas card AND get cash back. We figured this out hours later when we needed the cash... Ah, yes, the Bat signal has a few bulbs going out again, gotcha. As long as we're not skidding on ice and have food in the fridge again, it's all good.
Losing internet for only one day was awesome
Squirrels and Crows vs Deer and Birdies (not counting bluejays)
Scott and I take sides. He spends a little cash putting out winter treats for the deer and birds (NOT 'wildlife') and I secretly don't let him know the wrong mouths are scarfing it all week while he's at work. I'm a softie, not a racist, and I say it's all good, let the hungry come and feast. Besides, if I think it's a little unfair, all I have to do is open the deck door and the greedy hogs whoosh away, relief washes over the forest as shouts go up "Hooray!", and the tiny little cuties (who are actually super aggressive themselves and just as mean, if you watch long enough) swoop in for leftovers. I figure the deer are big enough to walk on anybody they choose if they want a little corn, so I don't worry about it, but then, it's not my money we're spending, is it?
Over the years Scott has tried a lot of things, and over the years we have learned just how super smart the freezing famished can be overcoming obstacles. We've tried splitting up feeding stations and learned that 'common knowledge' on how to feed wildlife doesn't stick at all. Doves will eat wherever they want to eat, crows and squirrels will work together like corporate team members to solve a problem, pretty birds will kill whoever gets in their way if they feel desperate enough. The biggest wrench in any plan Scott makes is the deer. They don't cooperate. They'll eat bark while corn or hay sits 3 feet away if they suspect something's wrong. Their heads rotate up periscope for what seems like hours while crows at their feet scoop up all the good stuff. When they finally let their guard down enough to sniff around, they don't get upset if it's gone. Where other animals compete for available food, deer shrug it off and go about their business. Scott has gone through some very frustrating weekends trying to figure all this out.
TODAY, I got 8 deer on video meandering through. They do this all the time, but deer are smart enough to change their routes and times and never repeat their path. They all looked healthy and even played around with each other. That's the beauty of deer- they can live on next to nothing, like horses. Horses are made to survive on scrub, deer are made to survive forest winters. Knowing this doesn't change anything. I'm sure my video will only step up Scott's game. In the meantime, as Tosh would say for the rest of the critters, "And for that, we thank you."
Every weekday morning I wake up and get a cup of coffee. I don't speak to anyone unless I catch Scott leaving for work in the wee hours long before dawn. I watch the sun rise by myself five days a week. I make my list and pull my head together and start working. I spend hours working without a word out loud to anyone, because no one else is here. I get my lunch and estimate how much time I have left before I crash for the day, estimating when I need to get started on pulling together a nice supper for Scott, and then we watch an hour or two of TV together. From about 5:30 p.m. on I'm not alone any more. I can talk to a real person. And for the last couple of months I've been falling asleep way sooner than I used to, which has been cutting our time together down to a couple of hours.
This last week I've also been sleeping nearly around the clock, something I don't think I've ever done in my life. I've been mystified for decades how people can sleep ten hours at a time or sleep past the sun rising, and here I am, going 11-12 hours and waking up after dawn has started lighting up the world. My psychiatrist warned me about sleeping too much. If I'm still doing this by the time I see him in April, he'll probably try to push me onto meds again. Extra coffee isn't making a dent in me sleeping like a log for the first time in over forty years. They say you can't really catch up on lost sleep, but whatever created my severe insomnia must be all gone now. Finally. I may have to change the theme song at my funeral, I've had this one picked out for years and now it's no good.
Meanwhile. a blanket of snow isn't stopping the juniper and cedar pollen clouding around my house, and I'm as oozy as if I had pink eye. Snow doesn't stop crocuses, and it doesn't stop a forest heavily peppered with evergreens, which researchers claim have a similar allergenicity to ragweed. I wonder what I'd be allergic to by a beach. Probably everything.
Ok, I forgot about this idiot in my stash, thank god something made me crack up. I live for moments like these. You people out there are so awesome, you know that, right?
So a txt file just microflashed & embedded itself into my hard drive. I copied the code and saved it, then trashed it and did a reboot, but it's still in my download history any time I want to get to it. As far as I can tell, it's a 'window raid' that goes to hottubmovie on tumblr, which is probably an illegal form of advertising but someone thinks they're being cute. I doubt most people would even have a clue it even downloaded onto their hard drives, my Kaspersky certainly didn't blink an eye. Here's what it looks like.
Ok, where was I? I dreamed last night I was in a huge awesome house with a gigantic pool and needed to go buy a new phone, so I grabbed my stuff and made it to a mall just before closing. All I wanted was a working phone, was about to buy the cheapest thing they had, but they saw that I had a handful of cards and a wad of cash, so they kept trying to push their coolest phone on me. I'm not a materialistic person, just give me the cute little brightly colored kid phone and I don't care that it can't make my breakfast and send FedEx to Mars. How hard is it to let me buy what I want? I didn't wake up feeling refreshed, even after 11 hours of sleep. I woke up frustrated and feeling like I just left the mall.
Ok, the flash download just happened again, and NOW I can tell it's from the ad for Hot Tub Time Machine 2 that precedes this video. Smooth move, guys. You can see the download file in the lower left of this snip. It happens so fast you barely see a thing going on. I wonder if you see it happen at all if you're not on Chrome. Or maybe it's a google maneuver and Chrome users are being tagged or something. Maybe we'll get popups triggering later that take us to more movie advertising. Or maybe they're just sloppy. Or maybe they're really illegally invading my hard drive. Whatever. No, I'm not going to link to the video. It speaks trewth but it shut my brain back down *omg*. If you guys want to further experiment with download intrusion, it's up to you to go find this video right now. You have your mission. Haha, get it? You have your *mission* (statement). Too early for that? You're right, all this snow is frying my brain. #letitgo
I need a handler. I need a team. I need actual real 3D friends. If there weren't snow and Scott didn't have my car I would pack my work and go to the library and sit at one of their big lemon polished tables (and take extra benadryl because that makes me wheezy), surrounded by people quietly doing work, enjoying the coffee shop smell coming from across the big room, laughing inside at the occasional kid screaming. Wondering what it's like to actually talk to someone without it winding up sucking. #aspienado
Scott and I are playing musical phone batteries today. Oh, look, you can download this pink sleigh pic at full size for just over a dollar, click it.
The new thermostat for the pickup went in beautifully, but a corrupted radiator fluid component refuses to cooperate now. Check this cool vintage art. It's bigger when you click the pink Santa.
I don't sweat the small stuff. I decided a long time ago that the spirit of Christmas is either an every day thing or it's all bunk. The magic doesn't have to be contained to only one day, right? Isn't this cool, was looking for something else but got totally distracted.
Sharing frustration is like Hell of Sand Falling when you put plant growth on the waterfall and can't stop it fast enough with fire, or like when you've got oil mixed in everything and you accidentally burn everything up with what you thought was a controlled fire.
After years of life in general, we're too tired to do much more with frustration than blow it off.
When all else fails, pull up your big kid sox and be cool. You can click on this but they're discontinued. #frustration lol
Here, try this. Let me know if it's any good.
Anyway, what I'm saying is, some of the Christmas packages got mailed yesterday, some didn't. If you are one of the recipients who gets missed at Christmas because I still don't have my car back, you'll get a New Year's box. Cool, huh?
In the meantime, you didn't see me get my kitchen cleaned up in between playing around on here. I'm about to start laundry. You won't see that either.
