Thursday, August 09, 2012

this sort of turned out to be about something but only accidentally

Remember when people used to blog just to blog? Like, it didn't really have to be ABOUT anything, you were just typing into the interspace and hoping someone was reading? Was that ever a thing, or am I making that up? And should I stop trying to blog about nothing? Am I trying to make "fetch" happen? 

That was a lot of questions. I don't expect answers. Moving on.

So yesterday I was home from work on account of BARFING and when I let Max outside, I noticed something weird all over the fence. There were these little brownish specks all over and I was like, "wtf, did our neighbors poke holes in our fence?" Not that I think our neighbors would do that, not intentionally anyway, but their stupid dog jumps on our fence all the time and I'm paranoid about something happening to it because I'm just always worried that the fence is going to get knocked over but I won't notice right away and then I'll let Max outside and he'll be all, "FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!!!" and run away forever and then I get sad and have to think of something happy like MULDER AND SCULLY DAVID DUCHOVNY AND GILLIAN ANDERSON BEING IN LOVE and then I get lost in my brain for far longer than is healthy and you'd be surprised how many of my thought spirals end in sadness over Max hypothetically running away or two of my favorite fictional characters getting it on IRL.

Anyway, what was I saying? Right, brownish spots (gross). I walked outside to investigate, even though I wasn't wearing shoes or a bra (but I was wearing pajamas and vomit-hair!) because such is the beauty of having a privacy fence. As I got closer, I realized what the spots were: cicada shells! I love cicada shells! When I was a wee child, if I found one, I'd find an unsuspecting victim (usually my mom) and stick the shell on their shoulder so they'd freak out when they saw a crazy ass bug looking at them. CHILDHOOD. I'm fairly certain that all kids did that, though, so whatever.

I left these shells alone, though, because they looked kind of cool, like I'd decorated our fence with exoskeletons on purpose. Also! Cicadas make me think of Kat and who wouldn't want a daily reminder of Kat WHENEVER POSSIBLE?

So I left them alone and went inside to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer for the rest of the day, by which I mean I slept through most of season one in an attempt to get to the really good episodes. Then last night (this morning?), it started thunderstorming like crazy and I woke up because Max was trying to burrow under my pillow. At first I was all, "wtf is this nonsense?" and then heard the thunder and remembered that our dog is a total pussy. I listened to the storm for a while and realized that it actually sounded kind of bad because of all the windy wind and picnic lightning, but I wasn't really worried about tornadoes or a tree branch flying through a window or anything like that, no, I was worried that the wind would blow all of the cicada shells off of our fence AND THEN WHAT WOULD I DO.

Unfortunately, I was right and most of the shells are gone today. But there are still a few hanging around (hahaha) and they look like tiny aliens molted all over the place so I took a picture DON'T WORRY ABOUT THANKING ME:

THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE (on my fence).


22 comments:

  1. I'm sorry I didn't read anything past that article about David and Gillian on account of my brain EXPLODING OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENINGGGGGGGGGG.

    Okay I walked away from my computer and came back and then realized the rest of the post was about cicadas and I freaked out again and had to stop reading.

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  2. Okay, I can't stop thinking about David and Gillian and I think this might be the most exciting news I've heard all year. I mean, it's like my adolescence is being re-written. This is some realizing the earth actually revolves around the sun bullshit right here. HOLY SHIT what is happening about me.

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  3. STOP before you get too excited because DD's camp is now saying it's not true but IT'S TOO LATE, MY HEART KNOWS THE TRUTH.

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  4. I know I just googled the shit out of this story but even if it's lies I don't even care.

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  5. P.S. Of COURSE he would say it's not true, because Gillian is SUPER PRIVATE and they want to keep their true love secret from the ignorant masses.

    In other news, I've gone off the deep end.

    Are you feeling better now?

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  6. OF COURSE.

    Yes, I am mostly better. Healed by the power of MULDER AND SCULLY'S TRUE LOVE.

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  7. I haven't watched X-Files in almost three years, since I did my last rewatch. I think it might be time to bust some out.

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  8. I just started rewatching Buffy but now I want to watch TXF. Which do I choose? MY LIFE IS SO HARD.

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  9. Compromise. After you finish each season of Buffy, reward yourself with one of your favorite X-Files episodes.

    Oh, I just got an idea for a blog post. It's really sad that I get so excited about ideas now.

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  10. I feel you. I just wrote about BUGS.

    I like your idea. I had been watching my favorite episodes of TXF and Buffy anyway, so it makes total sense.

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  11. I think what happens is that if you're old your brain shrivels up and you die inside and that's from working 9-5 and not being allowed to do whatever we want at all times, and that is scientific fact.

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  12. I agree with everything you just said even though it's really depressing. Hee.

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  13. Ha! When I saw that picture posted on FB I was gonna comment all "Cicaaaaaaaaadaaaaaaaas!" but then I didn't want your family to think I was a big weirdo so I didn't.

    Also I feel like our G+ convo on the Mulder/Scully probe-fest really could have used some Ashley enthusiasm today. Not that anyone anywhere even remembers G+ exists, but you know.

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  14. I never remember Google+! Mostly because I can't use it at work. I miss Google Reader.

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  15. I remember that Google+ is a thing about once a week. It is the poorest of substitutes for Greader (RIP).

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  16. What were they thinking.

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  17. Blogging about absolutely nothing is the only sort of blogging I think I've ever really done. Maybe that explains why none of us ever blog anymore, too - we've nothing left to say about nothing?

    Also: I miss Google Reader.

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  18. Honestly, I think things like tumblr and twitter and FB have given me ADD, so trying to concentrate for even the twenty or so minutes it takes to babble about nothing is too much.

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  19. This comment thread is a better blog than most of the active blogs still floating around the blogosphere. Blog. Bloggity blog blog.

    I keep meaning to rekindle mine. I have no excuses. I desperately need to puke up all the drivel floating my head and yet, I procrastinate and next thing I know the inbox associated with my blog fills up with spam from Russian 'women' with their horrible grammar telling me how ready for love they are and that if I email them back I can get a picture. I think it's a sign from the universe.

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  20. Yes! Please brain-puke!

    I've gotten into this terrible habit of "saving" new posts from my favorite blogs, so I can really read them and leave a nice comment and then it takes me like a month to finally read them all, which is why it either takes me forever to comment on any of your blogs or I forget altogether, because I am terrible. I think what this really means is that I need to clean out my Greader, possibly?

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  21. Seriously. I just spent my vacation trying to lessen my extreme Greader shame. It over 800 unread items. It's still over 300, which is ri-goddamn-diculous. I'm seriously overdue in pruning the bloggy hedge, so to speak.

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  22. Part of the problem is that Greader doesn't have the draw it once did for me, which was the comments and convos on all the shared items, so I forget to actually read stuff in there. Wah wah.

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