Oh Calvin.

So Lexy’s dog sitting right now…

He’s adorable, and chubby, and very different attitude-wise than Gwynn.

I’m not saying he’s unfriendly, no, but it’s mostly in body type.

And also commands, but that’s something else entirely.

He’s just short and stout… I actually think his ears are longer than his legs. (For visual, I’m pretty sure he’s some sort of Corgi mix. Pictures later perhaps.)

His People gave us his stuff for the time they’re gone, and included in that is his bed… That he apparently doesn’t really use as a bed.

Gwynn likes it.

Dis is my bed now. I love to curl up on and in things too small for me. It proves I *am* in fact a lap dog. Pet meh.

Dis is my bed now. I love to curl up on and in things too small for me. It proves I *am* in fact a lap dog. Pet meh.

But… The other night I had some friends over to bake and start watching Doctor Who… K has seen some of the series, but not enough to be a Whovian, form a mix of watching some scattered episodes and from the inevitable spoilers from Tumblr.

But I’m not certain that Doctors 9-11 will happen this summer, not sure if there’s going to be enough time for her to catch up in time for November, so we’re dealing with only 11 right now.

It’s good. We watched 1 episode. I was happy. my Dr Who merch at my side…

9th/10th sonic screwdriver (Left), TARDIS diary (Middle), 11th Sonic screwdriver (Right)

Yeah, but afterwards, when they left, I had some time to see Calvin and Gwynn interacting… here are my notes:

Adventures after hours.

  • Calvin apparently doesn’t sleep in his bed. Gwynn has taken advantage.
  • Gwynn eventually leaved Calvin’s bed when Calvin makes demon pig noises beside him.
  • Gwynn looks alarmed and offended when Calvin stalks to his crate, calms down to only being suspicious when Calvin drinks from water bowl instead.Gwynn is a hypocrite.
  • Calvin has apparently decided that his bed is good for sleeping after all
  • —No. No. Apparently bed is for staring soulfully at Gwynn and making demon pig noises.
  • Gwynn leaves.
  • Mosquitos let in from departure of friends keep after me. I fear blood loss problems
  • Demon Mosquito bites itch like a bugger.
  • Gwynn returns and curls himself under chair for comfort.
  • Calvin is heavy breather. Always sounds like vague growly demon pig noises.

I switched focus somewhat part way through, but it’s all good.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, baking this time was much less frustrating than last time. I did very little of the mixing and everything. I just put things on sheets, and provided the ingredients.

No stress. And then Dr Who, so it was all good.

All good.

Yes.

🙂

 

Google Wants to Break Up With Me

Well… maybe.

I mean, we’ve had such a good relationship so far, and now….

Well.

Let’s just say I’m worried.

Today I’m in Ottawa, having taken a 6pm flight from Halifax, and I’ll be here for a few days before taking a train to Toronto.

Before my flight, though, I had to finish up packing, shower (By the way, if you’re going to be travelling, SHOWER BEFORE HAND. Sincerely, Someone Who May End Up Sitting Next To You In The Future), and I managed to finish that a little after 3.

I did Siobhan’s dishes since I had the time, and then looked up the best route to take to get to the Halifax Airport.

I put Siobhan’s street as the ‘from’ and got the address of Halifax’s Airport, clicked for the best route via busses since it would be cheaper, and…

Sorry, we don’t have transit schedule data for a trip from Siobhan’s Address, Halifax, NS to Bell Blvd, Enfield, NS B2T 1K2 at the time and date you specified.

Get driving directions from Siobhan’s Address, Halifax, NS toBell Blvd, Enfield, NS B2T 1K2.

… Sorry, what?

Google, what are you saying? There’s a bus route FROM Halifax Airport, I know that because I checked it out when I first got here, and now you’re saying there isn’t?

Wait.

Google…

…Are you Lying to me?

How…

How could you?

Google is a horrible Liar

Reversing the to/from did nothing as well, Google playing dumb with me (like THAT would work, really…), and I was getting frustrated.

I did get help from a different source, and took the bus part way there, but I still had to call a cab for the rest of the trip.

But really… How did I get to this point?

Is Google angry at me for some reason? Have we lost that spark that was once between us?

You know there are problems when lies are brought into a relationship…

Especially bold-faced OBVIOUS lies like that.

Anyone want to offer relationship advice?

...Because I'm not giving this up.

…Because I’m not giving this up, Google. You can learn to love me as much as I love you, right? Right.

Glass Blowing Glory-holes and FIRE

So, this is a bit of a response to my sister’s post HERE on her jealousy inspiring adventure into glass blowing.

She was the one to mention glory holes, by the way, this wasn’t me being a brat and trying to prompt my older sister into asking if I know what a glory-hole is.

I do, by the way Lexy.

I hope that the fact that I’m 19 helps to negate the sibling-nose-scrunch of “my sister knows about something sexual in nature?”

Yes, I’ve moved past the playground “Are you a virgin?”-“What’s that?”-“Just answer the question” trolling, and even know where babies come from.

Storks, right?

But moving on from THAT, I suggest that you read her post (link above) first (though it isn’t entirely necessary) just so you know how things actually went rather than this bout of my imagining my own reaction to being allowed to play with molten glass and colours.

I think that there would be three parts to my reaction, and because the idea amuses me, I’m going to use my three mental characters that I always end up thinking of regardless of the situation.

Sanity, Insanity, and Myself, who I have been thinking of as Mediator. Click HERE for my post explaining where Sanity and Insanity came to mind. To the left there should be a thing to find all my posts including these characters…

Anyway, Lexy mentions that while actually working with the glass, there was a dull roar of “MAKING GLASS”, and when cooling and twisting and doing other things to the hot glass, thinking “don’t touch the glass!” with lots of undercurrent thoughts like don’t set anything on fire and whatnot…

I feel like I would be having a very similar reaction, but with a bit more paranoia towards the possibility of potentially harming myself or others.

The idea of molten-glass burns freaks me out.

It freaks me out more than the idea of molten-lava burns, because people don’t try to make lava into art.

The possibility of hurting someone else while I’m working, while I’m trying to make some piece of art, while I’m doing ANYTHING that could possibly result in someone else’s harm freaks me out.

Last summer when I was working with heavy machinery daily around my fellow maintenance workers, I was freaking out a lot.

So the idea of fiddling around with molten glass with other people around me also doing this… freaks me the hell out.

I would still do it though.

But it doesn’t keep me from thinking that the insane and fairly bitchy part of my consciousness would be going off like a little kid who wandered off in Ikea.

Fascinated, freaking out, touching things and possibly breaking things, being a nuisance to other people, being a tiny-human-shaped terror.

The sane part would be that employee you go to to find that same kid.

They know what to do, they try to keep you calm and happy so you can enjoy your foray into the large plot of land that is Ikea, and when they find the child, they will do damage control and do their best to get that demon-child back to someone who can control it. The Mediator.

I have a friend who worked at Ikea for a summer, by the way.

So in my mind, the situation would likely have me looking fairly normal, perhaps with a slightly hysteric (Happiness? Freaking out? Smiling regardless of reason.) smile, with Insanity screaming in my ear all the things that could go wrong, all the craptastic things that could result in me and others going on a fun trip to the hospital. Screaming about how I SHOULDN’T TURN TOO QUICKLY! SOMEONE MIGHT BE THERE! FUCK! Oh, and also, BE SURE TO WARN EVERYONE THAT YOUR CLUMSY ASS IS HEADING OVER THERE SO YOU DON’T CRIPPLE THEM! SHIT!

Never mind Sanity speaking calmly to me at my other side what EXACTLY I have to do, as I need to do it, and that everyone knows to watch out, calm down, nothing to worry about, just be careful, breathe…

It really doesn’t help with the fact that it seems like it’s almost a familial trait to want to play with fire. I can barely be trusted with a candle… And oh look, shiny-glowing-hot-glass-FUNNNNNNN!

Yeah, I imagine that going to a glass blowing workshop would be the most mentally tiring thing I’d have done for the entire year.

And I’m saying this AFTER having just finished my exams…

Jeez…

And I still want to go to one of these things!

By the way, for the >*< at the end of her post, mentioning her setting things on fire and her mentioning of heating up a muffin for 10 minutes…

*sigh* I will explain.

I have been the source of a lot of fiery food/other being thrown to the back yard. A lot of the time it was from me trying to heat up my own food, so this isn’t me being a pyromaniac child, no.

This is usually from me not understanding the answer to a question.

The incident Lexy is talking about:

That I had asked Dad how long it took to cook muffins after he’d finished a batch.

He said to put them in the oven for about ten minutes, and then check on them.

The oven HE was talking about

 vs.

The oven I Thought he was talking about

So, a while later after a few minutes a burning smell was happening, there was the alarm going off, and a flaming muffin was being chucked out the back door into the snow.

Yay for winter.

To recap:

That I had asked Dad how long it took to cook muffins after he’d finished a batch.>> (Me: I want to eat a warm muffin later) <<

He said to put them in the oven for about ten minutes, and then check on them. >> (Dad: Aw, she wants to know how long to cook muffins) <<

It’s more of a mistake on my side, I think, but considering I was at that waist-height age, and not very good at getting across exactly what I wanted to know…

Yeah.

And it wasn’t the only thing I’d set on fire before, either, but I think that the full list would need a blog post of its own.

In case you need a visual, the flaming muffin probably looked something like this before it hit snow. You can imagine why it might have alarmed the Family to see this in the microwave...

The Addams Family, The Silver Snitch, and The Sasquatch, Oh MY!

I think it’s cool that you can see in most blogs the top posts, the ones that et the most clicks, the ones that get seen the most.

It’s interesting to me.

What’s interesting to me about my own blog is that the top post has stayed consistently my Addams Family Weird post.

I talk about the Addams Family

ba du du dum (tch tch)

and how that strange sort of weirdness, the smiling frowning that you end up doing while watching, is attractive and interesting, and I talk abut a band thatI like that makes me think of the Addams family, and I give a link to a Harry Potter/Addams Family story that I’ve read more than a dozen times that gives that smiling frownage yet again…

I’m glad that people are seeing these things I like, and that the Addams Family is apparently so popular, but it makes me wonder why this post of mine is so popular.

Is it the tagging? I DO tag a lot…

Is it just the Addams Family? Will THIS post get to be on that list of popular posts simply because of the fact that I’ll tag it with “Addams Family” simply because that’s what I’m talking about?

Is it the band? Is it the Harveste Addams story?

WHAT is it that makes it popular?

Maybe it’s the length… not too long, and not too short…

Maybe it’s just because people saw it on my top-posts page.

I really don’t know…

Another top post that makes its way up and down the top 7 is my Silver Snitch post.

On Google, searching “The Silver Snitch” has my post as the second top (as of Friday, April 20, 2012) result.

I give a link to the creators page of happenings, and it’s the post that I’ve gotten the most comments on.

Is it the Harry Potter Tags that get it? I know the site is missed… the last I heard it was a case of the creator of the site needing to get a credit card to pay for it to be up…

I’d really like to know what gets so many people reading certain posts… I know some of it is interest (my Video Vendredi Post with John Green’s Vlogbrothers video has made it to my top posts page, and I have a feeling it’s mainly because of tags like “Nerdfighters, John Green, Hank Green, Vlogbrothers… etc…) of specific parties, and I know part of it is because of my massive tagging habit, and maybe some interest in my own writing…

I’m just curious.

One more popular post is the one where I wax poetic against my bathroom-sharing roommate. The hairy one I refer to as Sasquatch in my mind due to his shedding problem.

I know roommate problems are universal in the same way that sibling and family problems are, only without the obligatory affection you have for family members.

(by the way, any family reading this (Lexy), I DO love you)

It’s always so much easier to complain about roommates though.

Family can be bitchy, messy, slobs, intrusive, rude, obnoxious, problematic, rebellious, asshats, and actually nice just like roommates can, but roommates can be much less permanent than family.

You can just stop being roommates.

So complain away…

No one will stop you.

No one will look at you with that horrifying pitying look that says they think you come from a ‘broken home’.

And no one will feel bad about the fact that THEY’RE roommate is actually nice, and feel bad about it.

I haven’t felt the need to complain about family on the internet, and any problems I have with my family I can usually talk with my family about, so I know this isn’t an issue for me.

And somehow this has turned into a strange family vs roommate thing…

But I think that, in general, more people are up for reading about roommate horror stories than they are about family horror stories.

I mostly want to know why these are getting so many views so consistently.

The last post I want to mention that keeps showing up is the one where I detail why Lexy is a Barbarian.

She’s just doing a lot of training that would lead one to think of barbarians…

Axe throwing, shepherding, archery…

She’s also doing glass blowing. Link above on (Lexy) is her blog, check her out. Links on the barbarian blog of mine as well.

… I wonder if this post will be on my top posts list due to all the tags for it… hmm…

Something to think about.

Good luck to all who are dealing with the last of exams, and good luck to all high school students who will soon be freaking out about exams.

I’ll be back in Toronto next weekend 😀

Video Vendredi – Vlogbrothers (John Green)

I get tired of mentioning John or Hank Green from Vlogbrothers and getting a blank look…

Lexy, this video is something John Green calls Question Tuesday on his (and his brothers) vlog, and he is honestly hilarious.

Hope you enjoy, check out John Green’s books HERE (yes, he’s a published author, and his books are amazing)

Check out the Vlogbrother channel HERE

A Nerdfighter is someone who, instead of being made out of cells and organs and whatnot, is made out of pure Awesome. Nerdfighter is like Freedom Fighter, in that they fight for Nerds, and this was made up during the earlier stages of Vlogbrothers, and most people become Nerdfighters because they follow John and Hank Green.

The Yeti mentioned in the video above is John’s wife, nicknamed as such because she doesn’t want to be in the videos. Hanks wife, The Katherine

Also;

Toby Turner is Tobuscus and is also awesome, and also plays games on TobyGames. Links to each of his 3 channels (he gets paid to make videos)

‘ship’ is you like the idea of two characters together in a relationship.

Wholock = Doctor Who and Sherlock. Apparently ‘shipped’. Another example of ‘shipping’ would be Johnlock (John/Sherlock) for any Sherlock related fandom, because I think everyone believes that there’s a bromance happening there. Other examples include Iron Man/Capt. America, Kirk/Spock, Naruto/Sasuke, and the reason why I’m using male/male ‘ships’ is because any time I hear about someone shipping two characters together, it’s usually two guys.

Hope you enjoyed 🙂

INTERESTING FACT!: Hank Green, John Green’s brother, is not actually named Hank. He’s William. His family just decided to call him Hank instead of what’s on  his birth certificate. I think it’s funny 😀

Sisters, Not Twins Though…

This past Easter Weekend my family came to Ottawa.

This was nice, as it meant that I wouldn’t have to make the treacherous journey myself to Toronto.

There was a great deal of walking (not as much as one would think though), we went to the Museum of Civilization (GO THERE! Especially if you have kids. Not specifically kid-oriented, but a lot of things for them to touch, look at, all that stuff), ordered too much food on more than one occasion, and, among other things, they helped me start packing up.

Some may be reading this, checking the date, wondering why I am packing up now rather than later, closer to when the actual school term ends, and I’m going to have to say it’s because there’ll be less crap to pack up at the end of the year this way.

Three bins of stuff, a couple of boxes, a shelving unit that they brought down part way through the school year, and some other things, and my room is much sparser, but likely will be much easier to pack up in May.

See? I’m not just crazy here.

The packing was done on Sunday, with much cleaning and failed organization on my part (and cleaning on the family’s part, I admit), and at one point, nearing the end of the moving-stuff-to-car phase, Mom and I were in my room, and Lexy was in the kitchen…

I heard the Yeti, my only female roommate come in and say “Hi!” to Lexy.

In my mind, this was a normal thing. The Yeti is being friendly. Ok.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, and said Hi myself.

“WHOA!”

The Yeti had apparently thought that my sister was me. I at first thought that her startled yell was over the bins in the kitchen… but no. It was the startlement of saying Hi to someone, getting a response, and then having the person you thought you just said Hi to come into the room. And say Hi back again.

I still giggle over it… I think I take too much pleasure in people mistaking me for Lexy and Lexy for me, and us for twins…

we really aren’t.

There is more than a one year gap between Lexy’s and my own age. More than 3, in fact.

So it’s funny that I look that old, and Lexy looks that young, and we look that much like each other despite such a gap…

And we sound pretty much the same as well.

I mentioned that I probably take too much pleasure in us being mistaken for each other?

That extends to the phone.

So it is totally understandable that the Yeti thought my sister was me, and despite me having some colour in my hair, and Lexy’s hair being shorter than my own…

To show, here are two pictures of My sister and I side by side

Lexy: Left & Me: Right

This is over last summer, taken at Grundy Park (where I worked).

Me: Left & Lexy: Right

This is a slightly more recent picture, before I got colour in my hair.

So yeah, entirely understandable…

But still makes me giggle.

Another highlight of this weekend was Blueberry pie.

We had some…

and I have the leftovers 😀

Pie is delicious.

Hope you all had a wonderful Easter!