Taking Stock Tuesday

One of the things about blogging regularly (which, if you didn’t know, is what I call blogging two days in a row) is that it gives a chance to reflect on little things, not just massive “blogable” life events. While looking for something to fill Tuesday with, I found some posts called Taking Stock here, originally from here.

I like the listing method of blogging. It’s calming, because sometimes the tiny things in your day are something you want to remember! (And sometimes they are something you want to forget. Anecdote: my daily journal app that I use on my phone has one entry from several months ago that just says “I will never look at stroganoff again.” I love stroganoff, and have no memories of this entry. Some things are best left to mystery.)

Well, the memory thing, and: Taking Stock Tuesday sounds way better than I Don’t Know What the Fuck to Blog Tuesday. Word choice is everything, guys.

 

 

 

Making: lots and lots of future plans. More on that soon.

Cooking: not enough. I need to learn a few simple recipes I can make without much time and effort, because I do not enjoy being in the kitchen.

Drinking: vodka. Lots and lots of vodka. (I might be starting a cocktail recipes-type segment on this blog, so keep your eyes peeled like grapes, honeychildren.)

Reading: Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham. I’m about halfway through it and it is as creepy as it is awesome. My review will have most certainly have a 28 Days Later reference, so you should stay tuned.

Wanting: a haircut. I’ve been looking more and more like a wayward ginger hobo lately. #getittogether

Playing: lots of board games. Since Walker moved up here last month I’ve been board gaming it up family style. (This is now a phrase.) Recent favorites: Quelf and Cranium.

Wasting: time. As usual. Sewing: my Dragoncon costume. Well, I bought the fabric for it anyways…

Wishing: It were truly fall, instead of this cold rainy hot summer trick Atlanta is trying to pull.

Enjoying: Hannibal. The acting is superb, the plots are complex and weird, and the cinematography is Beautiful. Beautiful 

I tell you!

Waiting: for everything to settle in so I can BREATHE.

Liking: Life According To Jimmy. And by like, I mean like-like.

Marveling: at the new Lady Thor.  “This is not She-Thor. This is not Lady Thor. This is not Thorita. This is THOR.” – @jasonaaron (get it Marvelling? I crack myself up.)

Needing: to start on the countless projects I have brewing for this blog, Youtube, and beyond.

Smelling: candles in summer scents. But this weather has me craving some toasty fall scents.

Wearing: lots of clothes I’m tired of. I feel a shopping trip coming on…

Following: one of my favorite booktubers Jean and her upcoming Classics in August readalong. (Hopefully I’ll keep up with the readalong, even though the first book is The Odyssey, which I’ve been force-read at least 9 times. The second book is Ovid’s Metamorphosis, so for those of you who are interested: GET ON IT!)

Thinking: of ways to make money doing what I love.

Feeling: like I just have to keep working at things and maybe they’ll eventually get better. These may become a weekly thing, I guess it depends on how much stock I decide to take. This blogging thing is all about decisions.

 

 

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It’s a Quiet Day in the Neighborhood

On Saturday I took Ned on our usual silent afternoon walk around my neighborhood. I say silent walk, because that is the way I prefer them.

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Yes, this must be the missing piece of the space ship, Captain!

20140721-200002-72002679.jpgMy neighborhood consists of one apartment complex with dozens of buildings, spread around grass inlets and faux-soccer fields, filled in swimming pools, and randomly-placed rock formations that resemble Pride Rock en miniature.

It was just after a storm, and the ground was puddles and muck. The water swallowed half of Ned Nickerson the Cocker Spaniel/Mystery Solver each time he stepped off of a sidewalk, but this did not manage to dissuade him from stepping off the sidewalk every other step, so that he performed a sort of ‘skip to my lou’ of furry splashing.

After the rain is my favorite because it is very, very quiet. I’ll tell you a secret: I really don’t get out much.

Try to contain your surprise.

The thing is, I like being “out.” Being in nature is really calming, and I love walking through it alone. But… the possibility of running into someone else on that walk– of possibly having to discuss the parking tendencies of drunk neighbors, or the bald patches where said neighbor’s tires wheeled away the grass; the possibility of having to interrupt my thoughts of stories and aliens and vanishing islands and do small talk like small talkers love to do; the possibility of– god forbid– someone actually thinking my awkward grin and head bob are genuine signs of enthusiasm rather than a desperate attempt at a conversation I long to end and therefore extending it to Joyce-like lengths a I silently agonize over which words sound least argumentative…

Well. Anyways. I stay inside a lot.

But when I am on walks, my favorite thing is to catch small details in the place I see every day. Walking Ned is a time when I am out in the world and nobody bothers me. I don’t mean to make it seem like I don’t like people, I just like to be prepared for them. On walks, Ned barks whenever we are nearing 20-50 feet away from anything that could possibly need preparation.

He’s considerate like that. His barking usually means nobody comes past that 20 feet mark, which gives me a bubble of quiet in which to think without interruption.

Every introvert should get a badly-behaved dog.

On my Saturday walk I saw this mouse on my way back to my door. It was lying on my neighbor’s back porch, its bones exposed from the rot and rain. I thought it was fake, at first, it is so perfectly laid out, like a model someone had ordered off Discovery and then quickly lost interest in. (Perhaps it would be creepier if my neighbor’s had a fake skinned mouse than a real one…) It captured my attention and for some reason I found it hard to look away. The bone structure was just so visible, the muscle so useless, the fur and whiskers and eyes and nose so… negligible. I had the thought that this creature had, at some point in the last few days ceased to be a mouse and had something much less defined, more the idea of a mouse, or perhaps, the memory of one. The physical vestiges of a mouse gone by. I’m not sure why this struck me as so fascinating, or whether the idea itself was worth writing down, but the naturalness of it prompted me to take a picture. Perhaps it’s the old “Circle of Life” concept that reminded me that I, too would become little but bones and air. Perhaps someone will take a picture of me and blog about it.

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I’m a cheery one, that’s for sure.

At first I thought maybe I shouldn’t put this picture on here, possibly because people may think I’m a serial killer, or it wouldn’t go with the overall theme… But I figure it’s my blog, it’s my rules.

And obviously my rules include dead things. And, you know, science. I don’t want to shy away from things I think are interesting, even if they veer from interesting to uhhhhhhmmmmm what now?

We shall see how this goes.

 

This post has little point, other than: I’m back to blogging. And I’ve got big plans ahead.

Don’t worry, of course they include dead mice and Star Trek.

Later gators,

Weatherly

Rocktown, Rocksylvania (Part two)

Here are the rest of my pictures from Rocktown. Don’t worry– I won’t talk as much this time.

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Yeah this face is my money maker. (Brb, shaking it.)
Yeah this face is my money maker. (Brb, shaking it.)
I told Xander to go up there for this shot because I thought it would be cool and it WAS. #psychic
I told Xander to go up there for this shot because I thought it would be cool and it WAS. #psychic
Followed this very insistent girl's instructions on how to get down here. Thanks, insistent girl! You were right, very carefully did work.
Followed this very insistent girl’s instructions on how to get down here. Thanks, insistent girl! You were right, very carefully did work.
Getting this shot made my knees shiver. I do it for the ART!
Getting this shot made my knees shiver. I do it for the ART!
*Following Xander up the hill*
*Following Xander up the hill*
*Xander telling me to go back down so he can get photos*
*Xander telling me to go back down so he can get photos*
*Reaction*
*Reaction*
Derpy climbing shot!
Derpy climbing shot!

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DIY Drinkitty Drunk

This accurately describes my excitement in making my own Passion Tea Vodka. Yes, from Tazo Passion Tea. Yes, it is amazing. Yes… that is straight vodka.

Happy Monday!

Recipe: Steep 4 Passion Tea bags per 8 oz of (any cheap already-in-your-house) vodka for 4 hours.

Mix with San Pellegrino Aranciata Blood Orange.

Or take a page out of my book and just insert straw.

Yummmmmmmmmmmmm.

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You need to see this. (Weatherly Tells You)

I just got an iPhone today after about two years of hellish* Android prison, so I feel have a sudden, immediate connection to the emojis used. Beyonce’s Drunk in Love video, this Drunk in Love video… I honestly don’t know which gets me more pumped to party.
Enjoy my peaches.
W

 

*It was only hellish because I, being an idiot, dropped and broke my phone shortly after getting it, and then the phone’s memory filled up. Well, and then the hardware couldn’t support the software updates. So never mind the never mind– it was hellish.

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Rocktown, Rocksylvania (A Picture Post)

(I guess I can’t call this Wordless Wednesday since the first thing in this post is an unneeded amount of words. Aaaalso because it’s Tuesday. #Rebel.)

These are my photos from my trip to Rocktown, Georgia a few weeks ago with my friend Xander.) It was beautiful, and exhilirating, the hike was challenging but worth it, and I felt like Katniss if, when running into the Cornucopia, she grabbed  a ridiculously overpriced camera and a pair of hot pink sneakers instead of a bag full of camping supplies.

On the drive up we saw this place and had to stop…

It was seemingly-abandoned and chilling. After this the whole trip seemed like the first 30 minutes of a horror movie played over and over, until the characters and audience are so wound up from possible-terror that they jump at every leaf crunch in the middle of a winter forest.

Summer Camp for the Unluckiest Kids in the World

Once we got to Rocktown, it was exactly as I’d imagined. That is… full of rocks.

This picture looks like the cover of an LL Bean catalog.

Why yes, I did wear this outfit. I felt like Strawberry Shortcake Does Aerobics.

This is “heyyyy I’m about to fall” face.
This picture was just for you guys. Yoooooouuuu’re welcome.

Playing with perspective. Yeahhhh art.