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I found a children's book of Norse legends. From what I can tell, the pictures show the end of the world - not in a sudden firestorm of damnation as the Bible teaches us, but in a slow covering blanket of snow. First the moon and the stars will be lost in a dense white fog, then the rivers and the lakes and the sea will freeze over. And finally a wolf named Skoll will open his jaws and eat the sun, sending the world into an everlasting night. I think I hear the wolf at the door.
Internet, New England has been hit by what I can only describe as a metric shitton of snow lately, with more on the way. There's currently more than two feet of snow on the ground, and we're in for another foot and a half on Tuesday/Wednesday, and then a good couple inches, give or take, on Saturday. I'm torn between making gleeful faces because this is awesome and being kind of scared because I keep looking outside and thinking about Scully saying that.

There's multiple levels of ice that you need to break through, in order to get to the ground. I went out to measure the snow at my parents' the other day, and was utterly shocked that it was barely 14 inches. I mean, this shit was up to my mid-thigh, there was no way it wasn't way deeper. Then I realized I needed to stab it down to get to the actual ground, and the number doubled.

I have brought you pictures from me and the dog's adventure, cataloguing this mess. I'll be honest. They're mostly of the dog, because the snow is taller than him in the few places where he sinks all the way to the ground, and still above his chest everywhere else. He has to jump to break a path through it, and looks like a demented dolphin swimming an ocean of white.



  • Jun. 3rd, 2010 at 11:23 PM
the_wanlorn: The text "Why do you always have to take it to an ugly place?" (In Plain Sight: Ugly Place)
I am suddenly SUPER FRUSTRATED. Like, I have been fairly okay all day, and now I'm like I WANT TO PUNCH THE WORLD IN THE FACE. AND MAYBE THE KIDNEYS. And I have no fucking idea why beyond sudden mood swing.

It is possibly because of the slight lack of food today (no, self, corn chips, a slice of pizza, a soda, a gross cookie, and some kefir is not enough calories for an entire day stop forgetting to eat) but everything I want to eat will take too long to cook so I am just saving it for tomorrow.

(Who has barbecue ribs? I HAVE BARBEQUE RIBS. Who just realized she probably does not have anything big enough to cook them in? I JUST REALIZED etc etc etc)

Hey who wants to see pictures of a garter snake?

Cute animal photos are always a good way to end an entry, right? )


Poll #3317 Fuck yeah, feet!
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 10

Who wants to see the rope burn on my foot?

View Answers

9 (90.0%), not so much.
1 (10.0%)

Okay now tell me a 255 character story about something. (OPTIONAL but I will be sad if you don't)


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2 (22.2%)

0 (0.0%)

chicka chicka chicka chicka
3 (33.3%)

3 (33.3%)

4 (44.4%)

That was only funny to maybe three people, you know.
3 (33.3%)

Disney Lies

  • May. 14th, 2010 at 6:02 PM
the_wanlorn: The Doubtful Guest (Default)
Moastly I am only posting this because I am too lazy to convert it into an acceptable format for IM to tell [personal profile] shadowkitty but creating a filter just for her is a pain in the ass. SO, THIS CAN BE MY POST FOR THE DAY. And it's an actual story! WHICH DID I EVER MENTION THAT I MEANT TO POST A FIC/STORY EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR [community profile] three_weeks_for_dw? Yeah, you can all see how well that went.

SO. Have a nonfiction story about growing up in the middle of nowhere!


Dorianne Laux, "Life is Beautiful"

  • Apr. 28th, 2010 at 5:38 PM
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Hey, let's do this meme again instead of thinking up real content!

Post pictures - no more than one or two - of interesting places, landmarks or buildings in their town. Either the town where you live, or where you grew up - somewhere that you maybe still associate with the idea of home.

Tell us a bit about the picture and why it's interesting. We all get to see the tourist pictures of the world, but not so much about the smaller special places that mean something to us.

Internet, there are 351 towns/cities in Massachusetts, and 159 CDPs. What are the odds that I would move from one CDP to another?

Well. Not as slim as I thought before I went and looked up how many there were.

So, after leaving Cowtown, I tried the Boston thing for a while, and the Somerville thing, and the Brighton thing, and the Somerville thing again, and then I threw my hands in the air and said "FUCK THIS SHIT" and moved way out of the city. And, you know what, internet? This is the first time in five years that I've lived in one place for over a year, and have no intentions of moving for as long as I have money to pay rent and am still in school.

And yet, I still haven't given this place a nickname. I mean, Cowtown was easy. There are fucking cows. Everywhere. This place? Not so much. It's richer than Cowtown and has more people in a smaller space than Cowtown and I've been basically assuming that I'm going to have to move at the drop of a hat so I haven't been exactly super excited about exploring the town.

Two photos under here, one stolen from some poor schmuck on Flickr, one a cap of GoogleMaps StreetView. Shut up, that's a valid photo, okay. )

Life is Beautiful, by Dorianne Laux )

Rosanna Warren, "From New Hampshire"

  • Apr. 27th, 2010 at 7:17 PM
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Nicked a meme from [personal profile] sally_maria because, lord knows, I love talking about myself.

Post pictures - no more than one or two - of interesting places, landmarks or buildings in their town. Either the town where you live, or where you grew up - somewhere that you maybe still associate with the idea of home.

Tell us a bit about the picture and why it's interesting. We all get to see the tourist pictures of the world, but not so much about the smaller special places that mean something to us.

I like to do things like ignore numbers. So! Four photos under here! )

From New Hampshire, by Rosanna Warren )
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It always kind of amazes me how much my unreasonable* paranoia lessens when I'm properly medicated. Last summer, I obsessively tried to get home before full dark hit, because walking across the yard to the front door wasn't "Fuck yeah, grass on my feet, about to eat dinner, life is good!" so much as "Okay, turn off the headlights at the last possible second and hurry up and lock the car and get to the front door and inside before Some Thing comes rasping out of the cemetery next door** to eat you but don't run because then it will know you're afraid and attack sooner and close the door behind you and stand back against it until you get your key out*** so if it tries to get in you can hold the door shut and walk-don't-run down the stairs to your apartment and unlock it and get inside and lock it behind you." When I had to let the dog out after dark, when I called him in, it wasn't ":D Hello dog! Get inside!" so much as me making ":|" faces and trying to figure out if he was actually my dog or just a dog that looked like my dog and had my dog's collar or not even a dog at all just a thing that looked like my dog.

...That all sounded a whole hell of a lot less crazy in my head.

IN OTHER NEWS. YOU GUYS I AM SO PROUD OF ME YOU HAVE NO IDEA. FIRST OF ALL, not only did I finish fic, but I posted fic. To my own journal! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HUGE OF AN ACCOMPLISHMENT THAT IS FOR ME. I totally forgot that when you don't post your fic to a sock, people who aren't your close friends actually comment. :DDDDDD

AND THEN RIGHT. AND THEN!!!! I got this delightful message in my email:

GSoC Acceptance Email

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <-- MY THOUGHTS AT THAT POINT

Oh my god my proposal got accepted for GSoC and I am working with Dreamwidth and I got six months paid time from [staff profile] denise (WHICH OH MY GOD THANK YOU :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD ) and BASICALLY WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY IS HOLY SHIT BEST. DAY. EVER.

Also, while I was out fucking around with the dog at my parents' yesterday, I realized that it's my favorite time of year again! If I ever get married, I want to be married in the mini orchard while all the apple trees are in bloom. In a couple months, that part of the yard will be full of free snacks and free pie filling. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Our apple trees in bloom. )

Dusting, by Marilyn Nelson )

* For a definition of unreasonable where the two examples I am about to tell are unreasonable, but things like paranoia about people lying to me all the time is totes reasonable.
** Next door as in four or five yards away.
*** The front door doesn't have a lock.

Second Favorite Time of Year

  • Mar. 21st, 2010 at 10:13 AM
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Well, internet, my second favorite time of year has rolled around yet again. It's spring, so everyone's bought their permits and are burning their burnin' piles. The air smells like burning brush everywhere I go, and it is lovely.

It's also hit that time of year where I leave my windows rolled all the way down because I have no AC in my car, and having to get into a hot car when your only cooling method is open windows kind of sucks. Plus, it's not like I have anything worth any money in that car (including the car itself). I wonder how long it's going to be before I forget that they're open and a rainstorm soaks everything?

(hint: not long)

Also, yesterday I taught myself how to make animated gifs out of a snippet of video. It is pretty great! But also, I am pretty bad at it. What's an acceptable file size for one of those?

This is one of my most favorite scenes in Bones ever. )

Werewolf in the Woods

  • Feb. 27th, 2010 at 9:41 PM
the_wanlorn: A zombie! (28 Days Later)
INTERNET, I HAVE MAYBE TOLD YOU THIS STORY ALREADY but I'm going to tell it to you again.

SO. Ever since forever, I've had this irrational fear of going out to the car in the dark in Cowtown. I mean, we park the cars far away from the house up against the woods! And it's dark! WHICH IS TOTALLY SILLY BECAUSE WALKING HOME FROM SCHOOL THROUGH THE WOODS IN THE DARK? TOTALLY COOL. GOING OUT TO GET FIREWOOD? WTFEVER.


Because, see, for some reason, I am always incredibly scared that a werewolf is going to burst out of the woods and kill me. Or that a werewolf has snuck into the back seat of my car and is lying on the floor, waiting for me to get in so it can eat me. SERIOUSLY. I CHECK THE BACK SEAT BEFORE I OPEN THE DOOR. JUST IN CASE. It doesn't even matter if it's the full moon (ALTHOUGH, WHEN IT IS THE FULL MOON, IT IS TWENTY TIMES AS HARD TO MAKE MYSELF GO OUT THERE), I still worry about this. I mean, WHAT IF WE ARE WRONG? WHAT IF WEREWOLVES CAN CHANGE ANY TIME???

Anyway, internet, the reason why I am telling you this -- this ridiculous, irrational fear that I've never told anyone before -- is because out of the blue the other week, my mum was like "You know, I'm always kind of afraid to go out to the cars after dark. I'm always worrying that there's a werewolf out there."




  • Feb. 20th, 2010 at 7:00 AM

&the country;

  • Apr. 17th, 2009 at 10:08 AM
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One of the neighbors just warned me not to let my cat outside because they've got coyotes, mountain lions, and black bears in the area. Oh man, I hope I get to see a mountain lion. That means there are probably bobcats, too.

God I love living in the woods.

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