And yet - here I stand, tickety ticking away on the computer...I justify this by my uncertainty that I will even have internet access when I'm gone...it's a stretch but I'd best just get as much out of my system as I can, just in case.

*nods in self agreement*

Gymniceticizing and Disney and Star Wars Weekends and Sea World and family and my BC Sister Lil' Miss Florida Sunshine and and and...so many ands!!

Meep.

Spore.com's Creature Creator is sooooo hilariously fantastic, I heart it liek whoa. I never could get into the WoW thing (I raid vicariously, thankyouverymuch), but when I first heard of Spore forever ago I thought it would be way cool if they could pull it off.

Sooooo did ya rly...you can adjust its body by each vertebra, yo, and they give you a ton of money to buy parts - it's just the trial emulator, of course, but if you wanted a critter with a billion googly-eyes it's there - and then, once you get everything just perfect, you can make it act all kinds of stupid! Wanna see??

( Introducing: Horatio Bubbleblower! )

Love! Oh, so much love.

That'd be the name of the first cache hidden by Team Gwemmie - me and my partner in crime, in case you didn't guess.

Stomping through the woods is becoming even more of a habit than it used to be...definitely worth it though!

( Hence the name: )

So this is completely disgusting. TMI. But I can't not share, so I'll even put a bit of space here to stop you reading if you'd like.






(Wussies, the lot of them. Look at 'em run! And it's really not that bad...)

You may recall the bout of unseemly, incredibly itchy and generally abhorrent sunburn I have inflicted upon myself as of late; it has, much to the delight of my vindictive little brastraps, started peeling. No [expletive] joke man, I was picking a little while ago and pulled this frikkin piece of skin off the top of my left leg that is so preturnaturally huge as to completely defy all reason...like, ok: you remember when we were all little (or not so little and just bored) and we'd pour Elmer's glue in a layer onto our palms (or the tops of your hands, if you were badass) and try to roll the whole thing off in one go?

*nods* Something like that.

I tried to flick it onto Em - we're just that kind of a people, whatwhat - but Mom got all inquisitive so I showed her too and she flipped out...said of all the people in the world it would be me that'd start spontaneously molting...thanks mommy, loves ya...but she's sortof right 'cause DAMN BUT EWWW.

ETA: Found a tapemeasure! LOL
43/5 cm by 111/2 cm

I'd say "beat that," but no...best you don't, I suppose. :DDDD

Two things I learned today:

1) Having witnessed the "A HAW HAW HAW" firsthand, I can now attest with clarity that ZZTop puts on one fanfreakingtastic show.

2) Voicepost doesn't so much work with speakerphone when you're in a crowd. Sorry guys - I tried!! :D

VoicePost 147K 0:51

“In which I try to VP a bit of "Legs" for your general enjoyment; if you close your eyes and tilt towards the speaker I'm sure you can hear a bit of a something...” Transcribed by: myemmie

Really and truly, I don't think I've had so many consecutive days of funtasticness in a long time.

( Five Mentions of weekendy goodness - under the cut we go! )

Naw.

But I did get myself a region-free DVD player with an amazon.com gift card so's I can buy Spaced and DW and all sorts of fab goodies in their God given formats...it arrived today, I set it up and I coded it all by meselves!

And a completely irrelevant side note: I just overheard my mom call her dog a numnut. Hee.

See these prints? This isn't just any monster, right? He's a giant monster. 's name's Tracker. And he's chasin' me cause we were in a race, we were ridin' bikes...and...and I beat 'im. So now he's chasin' me and chasin' me cause he wants my bike!

But you gotta watch out though, okay, cause he's really fast cause he's all mixed up. He's got one foot and one hand *waves towards her legs* and then the other foot and the other hand are up here *waves around her arms* and he's all mixed up here *waves over her face* 'cause there's an eye then a nose then an eye and he's got purple all shootin' out his nose *shoots fingers wildly out from her nose* and he's all crazy like "RAAAAAAAH" and you just gotta run. OK??"

All this from blowing bubbles.

Nothing is simple with my child....isn't it fantastic?

Say, for example, you wanted to cram as much entertainment value into an afternoon as possible...you might go about it like this, well, if you happened to be me:

First, pop over to a baby shower and visit with some lovely friends that you don't get to see very often;

then, dye your hair ( big, bright red! )

Next, have a bratwurst and a few beers while you watch your local baseball team get slaughtered - which sucks but is not a complete loss, because while you're at the stadium, reading the program, you find that one of the competing Double-A teams is called The Biscuits!

Afterwards, go home and play with a new bunny. ( Awwww. )

Eventually, you would have to put down the bunny - or the duckie, if you want to play the saxophone - and you'd want to catch up from the day, natch. You go to check your emails and your dailies and whatnot...and if you're lucky you might just happen upon this:


Which makes you giggle mightily...wouldn't that be awesome, if all that happened to you??

So then, finally, you decide that you want to tell errbody about the brill kind of day you've had. You're blogging along, same as usual, but then suddenly you hear something odd! A voice, vaguely recognizable...as though someone familiar is speaking, but fronting an absolutely ridiculous American accent...you turn, and yes! You were right! And it's none other than David ThewLOL, proving once again that fabulous actors can have terrible taste in movies by consistently placing themselves smack in the middle of them. ThewLOL, you silly goose...and bringing your equally lovely Anna Friel down with you. Tisk tisk.

Don't you think you would have had a pretty darned neat-o day - had all that happened, of course, just to say for example? ^-^

I can't.

In my mind, that's all I hear.

I can't, I CAN'T...just not right now. Later yes, not now. I just can't.

Funny thing is, I don't know what it is that I can't, only that I can't; maybe it's nothing, maybe it's everything all at once. Maybe the can't-ness of all this maybe is at war with my inherent need to specify.

I've become ostracized from myself; as though I'm convinced that a self-imposed exile would be effective somehow, all the why's and why-not's evaporating like dew if only I could just step back - but then have I stepped back? Reallyalready? And how will I know when I've returned if I'm not sure where I had left from? Tricky, this: hindsight requires that you peer into your future and past in the same moment...I fear that I just have too many moments.

Just a bit further down this rabbit hole, Alice - first star to the right and straight on 'til morning.

I watched The Number 23 last night, and for the first time I found myself not pitying, but almost envious...I would never make light of or begrudge anyone an experience so horrific that their own mind simply refused to acknowledge the existence of it, but a part of me admits that repression might just be a lovely alternative. Is Walter not truly the better for it - to the extent of willingly accepting a tragic fate that he (the now person) would never have brought upon himself to begin with? He did, in effect, trade one innocent man in prison for another.

I wonder what kind of person I could become if stripped bare of my guilt and my regret and my life - even at the cost of my current happiness...I don't wish for it in the literal, not really; I've come too far and I'm far too proud.

But I do sometimes wonder.

So not the expected time to be saying such things, but: I've been momentarily caught off my guard.

I had an opportunity fall into my lap a few weeks ago, was offered a position at a new company. And while I love a lot of things about my as-of-now-still-current employer, keeping on this rollercoaster of shifts is not something I can do if I have any honest plans to be self-reliant in the future. I'm happy to work off schedules - it's the daycare providers, after school activities, and basically the rest of my life that runs on a different one altogether...so I'm taking the risk, taking the job.

I put in my resignation last night, and as surreal as that was I'm only just feeling the trembles of aftershock now that I'm home and still for a moment...but at this time next week I will be effectively unemployed. And when I came here to spout on about it, of course, is when I realized that I'd come here to spout on about getting this present job and leaving Unum as well.

So much life happens so quickly, and yet these ravings into my little box have continued steadfastly on...and though I'm well familiar with the addage that "people come and go," what pleases me most is that, though new friends continue to pop up here and there (which is fantastic), and old friends wonderfully resurface as well, there's never been a point where any of you have gone. The handful of people I'd attached myself unceremoniously to all those years ago are still around, still here, still sharing my joys with me and allowing me to share in their own.

So thank you. As I turn yet another page this year, I look forward to the challenge knowing I am always - somewhere in this wide world - in the company of good friends.

Cheddar-flavored Flipsides crackers with sour cream & onion dip is sooo hellafreaking good it makes me want to shout random strings of expletives from the rooftops!

...except I would fall down.


*continues to NOM*

Except for that I do. See what happens when I scarper off to do silly things like working and sleeping? I miss fantastic things like these. Gah - get a life, Life, and quite messing with mine!

Much obliged to gypsyjr for linking, as maybe I would never have known otherwise. :D

A live musical rendition of the absolutely adorable Discovery Channel commercial Boom de-ah-dah! *bwee*

Well worth it though, as cmonkatiekatie and fated_addiction have conspired to bring us Ghost Hunters fic.

Yes. I typed it correctly. Ghost Hunters fic.



And it is perfection.

GET OUT.

GET. THE. HELL. OUT.


( AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH )

As I'm sure you can tell, since you've just seen my account, I work for T-Mobile and also understand that My Job and Your Job are, in fact, the same thing.

So.

When I happen to call with an account number that is not, in fact, my account number but is, in fact, being billed in my name and you do nothing about this at all, basically saying, "Huh. That's odd!"...I know that you know that you, in fact, didn't do your job! See how that works? So thanks for wasting my time.

Yours Sincerely,

Me.


*******************


And now, as I am in need of fluff: The anime sequence from Horton Hears A Who:

My first geocaching hide was published today! I couldn't ever pick a place here in town, so I took a small bin with me to NC and stashed it away up there. It got approved in one try!

I'm official. *glee*

ETA: My moment of glory has passed; the coordinates apparently pinged way the heck off, so I've had to disable it until I can get it maintained. Grr! Fixed! I now return to my previously scheduled w00t.

via my shiny new friend, enots! *waves*

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now, shaping your spring. Post these instructions in your LJ along with your 7 songs.

Because I'm an indecisive, blurbling idiot when it comes to picking a favorite anything, I'm just going to pull these off my Project Playlist, which is where I collect the songs I can listen to over and over again like a goofnut tweenager. ^-^

Dead - Steve Burns
Afterparty - Ozomatli
Crazy Love - Van Morrison
Phenomena - The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Come and Go With Me - The Del Vikings
Kiss My Sass - Cobra Starship
Blow It Out - The Features


*waves also to new friends ohhbuildings & flinkkamingo3* Helloooo!

So we managed to spend four whole days on holiday, and just beat the rain back home...

The reason this is Good: playing in the creek and in the mud didn't get rained out, and everyone had a great time.

The reason this is Bad: I played in the creek and in the mud for three days, my body is sore and exhausted, and the rain is making it so hard to get up and go to work this morning. The thunder, she calls to me. *yawn*

But yes. Gemstone "hunting" (sluicing, panning in the creek, digging if you're an idiot like my father and me) was wildly successful; the girls had a blast and we all came home with some pretty rocks. Now we're all just waiting until they can get our pretties cut down and set, so we can show them off!

( Image heavy cut of Statesville, NC )