well kids, i did it. in attempting to upgrade to wordpress to try to avoid the comment spam that has been running rampant, i managed to complete fuck the blog.
its all gone. all archives, all posts. everything. and i dont think i have even a partial backup somewhere. because i am an IDIOT.
so we get to start from scratch.
maybe i should retitle the blog..change my name, get some wild and crazy design so the site. i can reinvent myself!
*headdesk*
This past weekend was a Faire weekend.
I havent been to the Faire in over 2 years, and i was in massive withdrawel. So, after some pleading, begging, and promising to attempt to keep all my clothes on in public this time, we headed down to the Larkspur Renaissance Festival.
the merriment! the joy! the Ded Bob!
i am obviously a bad influence on all of my significant others. my ex, the Fish, was a Faire junkie and went in costume. I go in costume. And now? Brandus, himself, is the proud new owner of a fake great kilt!
and a fake claymore, cause we cant afford fighting quality steel.
but it is sharp and pointy, so it should make brandus happy to play with, although he was very disappointed when i told him he couldnt take it to work and threaten his co-workers.
and then? i did something bad. and i blame brandus completely.
i have always, very secretly, lusted after a haram girl outfit. So he convinces me to try one on. just one.
damnit! its purple and its green and it has fringe and its just so pretty and lots of people stared admirably, so i had to buy it!
i havent bought new faire clothes in over 4 years, so i was due!
which doesnt quite explain how i eneded up with cool new sandles as well…
or how i finally got myself a baby unicorn woodbaby, which again, have always wanted but have never been able to justify the $65. i was able to justify less money in the past, so my new baby unicorn (who’s name might be Aurra, but she hasnt confirmed it) joins my big eared bosom buddy, Firefox, and my hand held fairy, Gump (called Fred). i love Midsummer Knight’s Dream puppets. they are just too cool! Aurra (or not) is gorgous with gray and black mottled fur and pretty pretty eyes.
and Ded Bob admired my costume. he said he was so glad to see the twins out and about on such a nice day. Bob is so nice for a womanizing, dead, skeleton!
brandus took a pretty decent picture of Bob admiring my cleavage, so i will post that, and the pics of brandus in his new kilt, at some point. will also add a pic of the unicorn who might be Aurra, as soon as i can get a decent pic of her.
Ok, so we recently got an aquarium. i like it. i like fish. Senor says, “oh, dont worry, ill take care of it.” i say, “ok. dont buy anything too weird.”
so we have a nice 20 gallon high aquarium downstairs in the kitchen/living room passthrough window thing.
we fill it with several fish. Thelma and Louise, Heckle, Jeckle and Mr. Jinx, Gollum, Dobby, Spike, And Dude. we also have a small, only mildly creepy crab named Jacques. i make fish faces at them, and ask Brandus again if they will try to eat each other or anything.
so then, brandus brings home a 5 gallon tank to go on his bedside table upstairs. i say, “…”
he says, “look at the weird fish and creepy crab i bought!”
this creepy crab? not like jacques at all. he is bright red, has 2 large claws, and wants to eat my face. i can tell.
i express my concern, mainly through screeching, “get that thing away from me!” and refusing to lie on his side of the bed.
one night, i wake up. i check the clock, its the buttcrack of dawn. brandus is standing in front of the small aquarium, lifting the lid, poking at the plants.
“what are you doing?”
absently, “i cant find the crab. go back to sleep.”
i freeze. i check my hair. i decide now is a good time to stand on the bed, just in case.
“oh, here he is. he crawled into the filter.”
the filter. the filter that he has to climb UP and OUT of the aquarium to hang out in. i express my concern again. “that thing needs to go downstairs! its going to climb out and eat my face!”
“dont worry! ill move him tomorrow.”
did creepy crab move tomorrow? nope, brandus forgot..and anyway, “he’s not going to climb out.”
so, i get up in the morning, leaving brandus sleeping peacefully. this peace was shattered as i shrieked. “ITS ON THE FLOOR! ITS GOING TO EAT MY FEET!!!” as it skuttled across the floor towards me and tried to hide under the bed.
brandus, poor boy, levitates as i yell. im not exactly coherant, so he might be thinking im being attacked by a giant mutant crab with swords for claws.
so, creepy crab finally moves to the big aquarium, where he cant climb out. i know, because i walk by and look to make sure he is there.
several days go by, and it occurs to me…i havent seen Jacques in a while. i tell Senor.
“dont worry, he’s in there.”
i keep looking. not seeing Jacques, express concern that he is dead somewhere inside the castle thing.
“ill look.”
fabulous, thanks.
another day goes by, and i am folding clothes UPSTAIRS, when i look down and see a small claw by my feet.
its Jacques claw.
with no Jacques.
in a room where Jacques has never been.
Jacques is definitely gone. and we dont know how or when or where.
brandus thinks the kittens got him. which is possible, only we have a lid on the aquarium for that reason.
my theory? the creepy crab had gone downstairs and assasinated him, then crawled back upstairs and was only a few feet away from getting back into the little aquarium when i caught him.
the red crab is evil.
Ok, so i finally got unlazy (thats not true, im actually procrastinating about master’s classes homework), and uploaded honeymoon pics.
whoo!
while at some point soon i will have a graphics heavy page with pics and descriptions only, for now we have a test description of honeymoon with links to pics. hopefully, whatever the hell i just said made sense.
text and stuff is behind the cut.
Squirells are the bane of my mother’s existance. She hates them.
She used to yell at the ceiling whenever she could hear one scratching around. She has even been known to carry around Daddy’s 22 and make threatening gestures when she sees one.
today, we walked outside to see the newly painted deck and all of the flowers.
Mom stops. Dead in her tracks. “What. Is. That.” There is a scattering of dirt around one of her planters. There is a hole in the dirt around the planter.
there is a plant missing.
Completely gone.
A squirell took it.