I have to include the following phrase into my story 🙂
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 😀
Awesome, I’ve been sticking to this, eh?
Today’s video I found on DeviantArt. The person who made this used paper cut outs and shadows, and I thought this was pretty darn cool 🙂
It’s a play on all those stories about wolves stealing babies… Werewolf or otherwise. I always thought those myths seemed pretty silly. A wolf (or werewolf, whatever) managing to get into your house, steal your baby
(rather than eat it right there), keep it alive while carrying it off (A wild animal carrying it by it’s swaddling maybe? And why would they want to keep it alive anyway?) until you have the chance to find the baby missing and hunt the wolf down. You may not find it, and all will be sad. You may find a lone wolf instead, and kill it as it was possibly obviously the one to kill the baby.
Real life? A wolf comes in, pisses on your floor, kills your baby, eats a great deal of it, and either you come home and freak out, or wolf goes away and you come home to freak out.
OR: You lost/sold your child, and go out in search (or in ‘search’) of it. Find a wolf and kill it if you can’t find (or ‘find’) the baby that you lost/sold.
But this short video is cool, with flute music that was used amazingly with shadow birds, the wolf, and other animals.
Hope you all enjoy! Have a happy Friday!
Also, it’s Friday the 13th? For all those superstitious, the reason why this day is supposedly ‘unlucky’ is because it was believed that there used to be 13 months, and witches would do some sort of horrific magic every week of this month. So, the calendar was shortened to only 12 months (solves the problem, doesn’t it? They HAVE to follow this new calendar), but since Friday the 13th came so rarely, it was possible that the witches could do this horrible magic on this day.
Yet another post about my craptastic roommates, and I know that some of you are going to be like “Pfft, whatever, it’s just juice” but I get more than a little pissed off when my stuff is opened and eaten without my knowing!
Yes this is about Juice. It wasn’t a typo in the title.
My parents came down to Ottawa to visit last weekend, as it’s March Break for most people in (not university) schooling, and they were nice enough to take me shopping at the local Metro (grocery store).
They bought me bread, they bought me ham and a variety of cheese, crackers, they also were smart enough to get me some heavy things, things that are more awkward to carry home.
Such as Milk and Juice.
Juice is something I love.
Other people are like “hey, I’ll have some milk and cookies.”
I am like “Hey, sure I’ll have some cookie–OHMYGOD! Is that JUICE?”
Juice lasts longer than milk, it comes in more flavours than milk, it comes in little boxes that DON’T have to be refrigerated, it is a part of my childhood that I have dragged, kicking and screaming, into adulthood.
While my friends were wasting money buying pop, I brought a number of juice boxes to school.
Because one juice box isn’t enough. Nope.
And my friends came to appreciate this, as I keep more than just two, on the not so off-chance I’ll be hanging out after school for longer than anticipated.
It wasn’t as odd as it sounds that they could ask, with some certainty that I would be able to deliver, if I had a juice box for them.
So my roommates OPENING (as in, it was sealed) and DRINKING (as in, I wasn’t the first to drink) about half of the 1.89L of MY JUICE (blood orange, if you’re wondering), just know that I am outraged.
Just about as outraged when I found that they had eaten all of my cheese.
I’m not sure what I’m more angry about, but I am pissed >: (
And, if they eat all my cheese again on TOP of this, I am going to kill them.
Maybe after spiking all their food with laxatives.
Doom shall come to those who come between me and my food…
They haven’t yet made moves against my meat (wow, that sounds vaguely sexual :S), and I am only going to say that they don’t because they don’t know if I’ll be using it for a meal or how long it has been in the fridge.
They certainly don’t pay attention to their own food… I had to, a couple of months ago, throw out a large Tupperware of sausages.
They were already white and fizzy, and were growing blue.
If they do ever eat my meat products (or more cheese, or more juice), then I am going to have a full on hissy fit.
A temper tantrum of epic proportions.
It will not be limited to expressing my anger through blog-form.
Oh, and if they ever tried stealing one of my jars of home-made salsa…
On a more cheerful (and less murderous) note, Mom and Dad seemed to have fun, staying Sat-Tues, and when I had to leave the to their own devices for a bit on Monday while I reviewed/studied, They went on a tour to the Parliament Buildings. I also ended up taking three showers in two days, as I took advantage of the saltwater pool at the Minto Suites my parents stayed at. I also ate spring rolls with plum sauce (that had wasabi mixed into it) that made me want to cry, as I’ve been eating more cafeteria food in an attempt to use up my meal plan.
To the family who reads this, I love you! To everyone else, I love you too! Just not as much as I love my family 😉
Bonus: Delicious foods and instructions to make delicious food, good for runners and “green smoothies” HERE
My Dad sends out an e-mail to the family and also to some friends every week. Often on fridays, sometimes on other days of the week, but they are all funny.
He sends out 5 or 6 pictures. They could be Rage comics, unfortunate pictures that you can’t help but laugh at, cartoons parodies, costumes people have used on their pets… They are always hilarious, and the message that goes with them are usually messages to the family about what’s for dinner, that he’ll be going to the grocery store, and since I’ve been in Ottawa rather than back home in Toronto, I’ve been killed by mentions of the delicious home made food that I’ll NOT be having.
One consistent message is always this though, and I hope today’s Video Vendredi helps this along.
I know it’s long, but hilarious, and as a bonus to make sure you cheer up, here’s one from 2008.
Because he is my dog. MINE.
Lexy may have first claim over him, because, you know, she bought him, she pays for his food, she goes on most walks with him (MORNING walks, even when it’s crap out)… all that stuff matters not.
Because he is also MY dog.
I miss him.
Of course I miss my family too, but there is something about the family animal that sort of sticks with you.
I want to crouch down and have him sit down between my knees for a cuddle.
Or, possibly, walk up to me and turn around in his ever so classy “Here is my bum” with implied “Scratch it” pose.
I want to see him do an all around stretch, starting with downward facing dog and moving on to cobra before finishing with a funny face and a shake. If this shake produces little fluffs of fur in the air, that is fine.
Hugs from my family are awesome, but giving a hug to my dog is an overall fluffier experience.
Recently, as broadcasted by my sister HERE, it was my birthday 😀
Very exciting, yes, and one of my friends gave me a particular gift.
She gave me a stuffed dog…
This looks nothing like my dog, so that’s not the point of this, but I have been very stressed lately, and it is the kind of stuffed animal that has been stuffed to fair solidness, and so it is a wonderful stress-hug-thing to hug, because it doesn’t feel like hugging a towel.
I do like squishy stuffed animals, by the way, but when you need a hug and you need it to feel solid…
I just really miss having Gwynn around.
Currently the only thing that’s living with me (roommates don’t count, it’s more like they’re living next to me) is my aloe plant, something I begged off of family because I needed SOMETHING around.
It’s grown some since I got it.
But because I’m happy that I’m able to get some stress off by squeezing the air from the stuffing of my dog (currently nameless, but a boy for his manly image), I’m going to post some pictures.
If you have a name suggestion for my dear, manly pooch, I’d love to hear it!
P.S. Lexy, please send me family and dog pictures. I see you in a week or so, but I would like them regardless.
I miss you all! Give puppy a rub down for me!
Happy Hermit day everyone!
I figured that with the number of posts that are wishing you a happy Christmas, I would wait until the end of the day AFTER good ol’ Xmas to say Happy Hermit day!
Let this be a lesson to all who thought it would be a great idea to go to the mall today, that some people and families, like Lexy and mine, know that today is not actually the day to go out and try to get a deal.
Today is a great day to hang out with the family (AT HOME) and bask in the no-need-to-buy-more glow, and stay in your
hovel cave hole home and embrace the hermit like tendencies that you usually bury in order to be social with friends.
To students, this is that same tendency that pops up around exam time that tells you to stay in and study and maybe spend some time huddled in your closet to hide from your textbooks.
To everyone else, please note that if you MUST go out and shop so soon after the Xmas holidays, the deals stay up for a while longer after today. They aren’t AS great, but you won’t get elbowed in the face, you won’t feel claustrophobic in the wide open expanse of the mall, and the employees at the store you’re at will be in a much better mood… most haven’t worked the day before, so they feel really lucky to miss the rush.
This is just a message.
I would have posted this earlier in the day, but I don’t think the people who need to read this would have read it in time anyway.
To all, Happy holidays and Happy Hermit Day!
When I was visiting the fam jam over reading week Lexy and I went for a couple of good walks, one of which had me video-taping for a good portion of it. We didn’t go on any used trails…
We did, at first, go to the new dog park that Lexy mentioned in one of her posts, but left when Dog was being anti-social.
The nerve of him…
But because of that we had lots of fun. FUN!
We went a lot of places, and ended up on a trail at a lot of points, and Lexy would probably know what those trails are called by name more than I do (I can’t remember okay? I think it’s called the Waterfront Trail… ), and we met a pair of old people on the trail and then again in the wilderness of NOT ON A TRAIL.
From the video you can see this 😀
Enjoy the Video I made 😀
I hope you enjoy it 😀
Made it on iMovie.
Last night I spent a good couple of hours playing pirates/zombies with my sort-of niece Gabbie. (daughter of a cousin? What is this called? Second cousin?)
We played pirates for a while, and she pretended to ‘hide’ the ‘treasure’ (4 remotes and a stuffed monkey toy, and she mostly hid it with Lexy, who was trying to read a book) until I pretended to die.
It was a tragic affair, where she handed me a ‘sword’ the wrong way, accidentally stabbing me multiple times. (she kept trying to hand it to me the ‘right way’ so I wouldn’t be dead. That wouldn’t get me out of the game though)
“You’re not dead.”
“Yes I am, I’m very dead.”
“No, no, you’re NOT. You’re still a pirate. And you’re talking.”
“Well then I’m a zombie pirate.I’m still dead.” And then I tickled her.
And thus we then started to play Zombie.
I got out of the Pirate game though. There’s only so many times you can be surprised when she opens the ‘treasure chest’ and it’s ::le gasp!:: empty! So Zombies are a level up.
She ran from me for a bit, I caught her a number of times and tickled her, and eventually that made me turn her into a Zombie.
A four-year old makes an adorable Zombie. She also decided that pixie dust could bring people back to life, and this brought up a question.
Does that mean that pixies are the mortal fictional enemy for zombies?
Zombies Vs. Pixies everyone.
I think I mentioned, as we were turning other people into zombies, that I was gaining many Minions, a Minion army of zombie minions, and she stuck to the word.
To prove this, she woke me up this morning (at the ungodly hour of 11:00am) and asked me if we could play zombies again. She told me that “You can be the mum, and I can be the minion”
O_O;; …….. >__<
She’s too adorable.
To explain the Mum part, sometime last night she decided that I would be the Mum, since I was the Mum of all the Minions.
When she first called me Mum, I had a variety of reactions.
Me: “Did you just call me mum?” (um how?)<inner me<
Sanity: I got nothing. ::shrugs::
Insanity: BWAHAHA! Teach the Minion to see me as a parent! Guarantee to COMPLETE and UTTER LOYALTY! Brilliant! ::lightning flashes in background::
Sanity writes that down. I decide to just go with it.
‘It’ being me being Mum, not the Minion part.
So I’m the Mum, and she’s the Minion.
Now she’s a Mummy. She’s just told me. (This morning, when she attacked me in my bed, she wrapped herself in my blankets, and I said she looked more like a mummy like that than a zombie. We may play Mummy today rather than Zombie. Great.)
But a new game means that we won’t be going around to each person in the house and making them a Minion again and again and again and again and again and again…. and again…
I know that I’m harping on about getting out of playing games with her, but I have a limited amount of patience that can be used towards playing pretend games when the 4-year-old I’m playing with keeps changing the rules of whichever game we’re playing. She’s fun and adorable, but while the adorable remains a constant, the fun is like a wave. Up and down……………. up down…………………………updown………….
Lexy may also write about her experiences with Gabbie soon. Or this will get edited with more from her. We talked about doing a joint project, but seeing as how I’ll be in Ottawa, I think the closest it’ll be is me linking to her and her linking to me 😀
Lexy is HERE at goneforawalk.wordpress.com Will link later to anything pertaining to Gabbie and her creative games later.
Time with the family is always fun, and as I’ve said before, I’m really glad for the new 2 reading weeks.
Currently, I am again writing on the go, this time in the car.
The family and I are heading out yonder to visit with other family and ‘family’ who all happen to live about 3 hours away.
‘Family’, if you don’t know the term (commonly said with ‘air quotes’) are family friends who you have known since you were little, or have become the ‘chosen’ family of the family.
The ‘family’ that we visit are people who when I was younger I thought that they were aunt/uncle and cousins.
They are still sort-of relatives, but in a secret way.
A ‘secret’ way.
(When I start to mention them, I still refer to them as family though I don’t call them my aunt __ or uncle__ or cousins __, __, and __, but instead call them family while a sort-of twitch/grimace overcomes my face, and then I repeat family with air quotes and then try to explain. It adds about a minute and a half to my explanations, though I’m getting better at shortening it to “They’re family friends”. ‘Secret’ family.)
This ‘Secret’ family has two cats now, the two most adorable tuxedo-ed balls of fluff I’ve see in a while, and Gwynn has very little cat-conversation skills.
This means that he goes ape-shit crazy over felines in general.
We are trying to civilize him to the manner of don’t-try-to-lick-or-drool-on-the-cat Cat manners.
It’s taking some work.
But some family of ours has farm country (I believe that Lexy has mentioned it in her blog at least once) and two dogs, so now that we have Gwynn we have to trust Sammy and Odie to teach our city slicker puppy to NOT go to the other farm turf, and to tire him out suitably. Farm dogs can do that.
In the cartoon world Insanity has made in my mind, cartoon country dogs always have a stalk of grass poking out the corner of their mouths. They’re relaxed, and tired, but turn into army commanders when the dog from the next property over tries to invade their Territory, and savage gang fighters when they meet raccoons.
Army commanders have shades suddenly.
Savage gang fighters style their now-raised hackles into punky spikes.
Eventually I will figure out my scanner and will be able to post my own pictures…
We are also visiting Grandma. She has Alzheimer’s.
Sometimes it’s funny, but generally it’s sad.
One other thing about the relatives with the farm, they have a 4 year old.
We take turns amusing her. I’m posting this (we’re out of the car now :D) and she’s asking me if my laptop is magic.
I didn’t want to lie like I did when she was two, so I pointed to the lights and said that it was as magic as the lights. Of course, lat time I lied to her about electricity being magic, it was asking why a lightbulb works, sooo…
Young kids are adorable, but when you want to do something else, you don’t really want to hook monkeys in a barrel together. What a surprise.
Gabbie says ‘Hi’
ffffffffff FFFFFF fffff (this is me showing Gabbie how the keyboard works)
Here is Gabbie typing her name:
Isn’t it amazing? mom (also her spelling mom)