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When Tobias and I were younger, little dude had an anthology of zombie stories. I’m afraid of zombies (LOOK, I KNOW), so the cover really upset me. In a more neurotic, completely nonsense way, I was also scared of the (WHOLLY IMPOSSIBLE) idea that the book might come to life. After awhile, Tobias gave the book away to one of our friends and I felt better.

Flash-forward several years: I recently made the mistake of telling Marc about Afterlife with Archie. He just bought the first five issues. I’m not sure if that alone upsets me, as much as the possibility that he won’t get that it’s not intended to be funny.

My first D&D Night. I’m worried that this is going to be like The Sims and I’ll have more fun building characters than actually playing the game.

My first D&D Night. I’m worried that this is going to be like The Sims and I’ll have more fun building characters than actually playing the game.

If ever you are required to give a presentation to corporate employees on the looming threat of unions and why they shouldn’t join one, I suggest screening Tales from the Crypt: Demon Knight and looking pointedly at everyone during the credits.

It’s really the same message.

Sometimes I think that Dustin Hoffman intentionally attempts to confound lip readers.

There are way more effective ways to do it, but this is how I learn new songs. It may explain why I only know three so far after being at this for months.

There are way more effective ways to do it, but this is how I learn new songs. It may explain why I only know three so far after being at this for months.

Lest this become a cat blog, I’m only going to post this sort of thing once.

Here are the boys- Horace (pictured first and yawning) and Jellytax. We adopted them on Tuesday and they wasted no time acclimating to their new home. I’m pretty sure I love them already.

Maybe it doesn’t seem that ambitious, but I have wanted for a long time now to play Simon and Garfunkel records on a Sunday morning, preferably with rain falling quietly from dark grey skies.

Even though today is sunny, I still feel like I realized my little dream by finally buying a turntable. It sounds wonderful and fits perfectly in the spot that I don’t think I would have had if I didn’t have to tidy up for cats.

These guys will never know what they started. Because they are cats.

Maybe it doesn’t seem that ambitious, but I have wanted for a long time now to play Simon and Garfunkel records on a Sunday morning, preferably with rain falling quietly from dark grey skies.

Even though today is sunny, I still feel like I realized my little dream by finally buying a turntable. It sounds wonderful and fits perfectly in the spot that I don’t think I would have had if I didn’t have to tidy up for cats.

These guys will never know what they started. Because they are cats.

Sometimes, I want to tell the temp in my office that she reminds me a lot of myself when I was her age. She truly does- similar personality, approach to work attire, social patterns. I feel like I’m in a position to offer the guidance that I could have used back when I was a temp. I want to tell her how similar I think we are.

But I’m worried that will make her cry.

This is the first time in four years that I’ve seen as many of these on an actual bookshelf. I’d been getting by on my superior stacking and leaving-things-in-boxes skills until Tobias decided to adopt cats. Leaving stuff in places just isn’t going to cut it anymore.

I kind of feel like we’re not just making this place safer for cats, we’re trying to impress them.

This is the first time in four years that I’ve seen as many of these on an actual bookshelf. I’d been getting by on my superior stacking and leaving-things-in-boxes skills until Tobias decided to adopt cats. Leaving stuff in places just isn’t going to cut it anymore.

I kind of feel like we’re not just making this place safer for cats, we’re trying to impress them.

Cloud Cult at Mr. Small’s, Pittsburgh Pa

It’s really hard to capture just how wonderful this show was. Photos alone convey almost nothing.

Cloud Cult at Mr. Small’s, Pittsburgh Pa

Actual and numerous photos to follow.

Cloud Cult at Mr. Small’s, Pittsburgh Pa

Actual and numerous photos to follow.

Flying kites

Flying kites

So I went to the career fair after all.

I was nervous and sweaty and wasn’t certain where exactly I should go, but I did it, anyway, and it worked out well. I followed up even harder about the university position and picked up leads for more jobs. Ultimately, it didn’t really matter what I was wearing or that I didn’t have a resume to leave behind. Winning a fight against my anxiety and making job progress really felt like a victory.

A small victory, to be sure, but a victory all the same in what have been weeks of frayed nerves and despair.

Apply for a job with the university from which you recently graduated.

Stop by campus on your day off to follow up with someone in Human Resources.

Signs posted everywhere advertise the Spring Career Fair.

You are neither dressed for interviews, nor in possession of any copies of your resume.

There. Now you and I are having the same day.

Marc is experimenting with making his own mead. Just from standing around to watch (and hold a funnel), I have observed that it’s pretty easy if you’re cool with waiting a couple months to drink something.

Pictured here are images from the first hour after bottling. The ingredients are honey, an orange, raisins, spices, water and yeast. I think the only tricky parts are sanitizing everything and settling water into the air lock to keep the mixture from exploding. I assume it would explode, anyway, since I assume that fate of most things.