MORE FREE FOOD

I apparently have a favourite pizza place.

(I know I have a favourite pizza place. It’s the one that’s open late.)

And apparently, *I* am a favoured customer.

 

And, to put this in perspective, I’m pretty sure I’ve only been there four times? Like. This isn’t my coffee shop situation.

But, I went there once at one in the morning, and I knew all the songs on the radio, and the woman working there noticed that I don’t sound like I’m from Texas, and I told her I’d just moved from Cambodia, and she told me that she’d moved here from South Africa.

It was a good night.

 

And I went back, and she was all ‘Hello!’ and I was like ‘Why do you remember me?’ and she said she always remembers people who like her music.

And I said that I always remember South Africans I meet in Texas.

And then I wound up walking out with free pizza.

 

MY LIFE IS SO MAGICAL.

I LOVE PEOPLE.

Late Night Chat

I got off work the other day, and (as I so often do) I just went outside and enjoyed the delicious, ambient heat of San Antonio, along with the complimentary free internet. (Heck yes. I’m so classy.)

I was sitting there (coincidentally blogging), and who should walk up, but my favourite regular.

And then we talked for two hours.

About music, and bananas and Brazilian walking spiders, and when your friends don’t tell you that those brownies have weed in them. We talked about photography and fear and creativity. We talked about bones and people, and the Marfa Mystery Lights.

 

It was this moment of silence, (or not silence, but, clarity maybe?) when I got to remember.

There’s been a lot of running around for me lately, a lot of frantic, and not a lot of just…*being*.

And that’s what this was.

Sitting on cheap outdoor furniture until we got kicked off the patio; connecting with someone beyond a smile and a nod and a drink in hand.

I love people.

Time Zone Sleep Lag

My sleep schedule (Well, alright, I’ll be honest. I haven’t really had much of one of those lately, between my jobs. It’s been a bit 100% “GO!” all the time.)

But one of the things that I’ve gotten quite used to is getting up at four in the morning to talk to my writing buddy who lives in Britain.

 

So, even now that my schedule has evened out a bit…I’m still waking up at four in the morning to talk to my writing buddy.

This is *absurd.*

Why am I doing this???

 

And, like, this is even on my days off. I’ll get up at 4:30, and we’ll talk for a few hours, and then she’ll go back to work and I’ll go back to sleep for a while.

 

 

I’M AN ADULT!!!!

RAIN OF FREE FOOD

Tonight the heavens opened, and rained free food down upon me.

(Meaning I worked a job that got over-catered, and I got to take a bunch of it home with me!!!!)

It is beautiful.

(And delicious.)

 

I’m pretty sure I have enough food to last me, like, at least a week right now?

 

Yes!!!

Vocabulary!!!

Words of the Week:

 

PENNYWEIGHTING

Pennyweighting – verb

1.) The theft of jewellery, typically through sleight of hand substitution of fake stones for real ones in a jeweller’s shop, etc.

 

and

 

 

OLIPRANCE

Oliprance – noun

1.)  pomp, ostentation, pride, vanity.

2.) merrymaking, jollity;  times of happiness.

Accents at the Bar

The other night at the bar I work at  a British guy was there –and he totally thought I was British.

(The way I sound is *so* weird at this point, kids. I’ve picked up so much bizarre phraseology from all over. I sound like some kind of weird mutt. It’s *fabulous*. Like. No one is ever really sure *where* I’m from. They’re just all sure that it’s ‘not from around here’.

I LOVE IT SO MUCH.)

Anyway.

 

It was great, because he was like ‘At first I thought you were from the North…’ and all I could think was

 

and then,  I said something, and for a while he thought I was Irish. Which. Like.

THAT IS ALSO ACCEPTABLE.

I WILL BE FROM IRELAND, FOR YOU FRIEND.

YES.

 

But like, I think the best part of all of this, is that he actually said I had “BROGUE”.

I don’t think I’ve ever heard an accent being called a ‘brogue’ outside of the amazing, fantastic, spectacular romance novels I’ve read?

HE ACTUALLY SAID ‘YOU SOUNDED LIKE YOU HAD A BROGUE THERE.’

 

I feel completely and utterly victorious about every life decision I have ever made right now.

WHAT BEAUTY IS THIS?

 

I was going to talk about something else, but I saw this, and it just fried my brain a little bit.

So now you’re getting a post of music videos of magical musical combinations.

NO REGRETS!!!!

 

 

 

 

and, as always, going to close it with EVERYTHING I LOVE ON ONE STAGE:

EXTREMELY BELATED VOCABULARY!!!!

I was going through my draft folder, when I realized that I had absolutely NOT managed to actually *publish* this week’s vocabulary!!!

I am so terribly sorry! I have been remiss in my duties!

However.

Mutatis Mutandis.

 

Vocabulary for the Week:

 

PLUVIAN:

Pluvian – adjective

1.) Rain-giving, rain-bringing

2.) Rainy

 

and

 

OBNOXITY

Obnoxity – noun

1.)An obnoxious, objectionable, or offensive person or thing.

2.) An object of aversion.

A Walk with Crows

I was walking home today, and I kept getting, like, almost-dive-bombed by a crow?

I would feel this weird wind on the back of my head, and I would turn and then, like, four inches away would be this crow, that would then fly off and go hang out in a tree or on a power line until I stopped looking at it, only so it could fly back and do it again.

 

I AM SO CONFUSED.

 

Dear crow, what exactly have I done to merit this behaviour from you?

What does it mean?????

A New Tagline?

I was recently bestowed with what I believe might have to become my new tagline.

(I have a few. The first that I really remember is ‘A Font of Obscure and Oddly Specific Wisdom’, which I definitely keep around, as it is still highly relevant, and I am quite proud of it.

Another I stole shamelessly from Magic School Bus: Take chances, Make Mistakes and Get Messy!’

Clearly, I’m also quite fond of ‘A Foxy Lady Finding Shiny Things.’

That one is quite good too, I think.)

 

This new one has come from my Inspiration Friend, (my ‘Just Do It!’ friend, who I used to call for courage, whenever I thought I wanted to do something, and couldn’t quite get myself to knock on the door, I could call and just be like ‘tell me to do the thing’, and she would, with such honesty and enthusiasm, that doing whatever I was afraid of would suddenly seem completely possible.)

We were writing each other the other day, and she closed her missive with this:

 

Explore! Invent! Wreak Havoc!

 

And I *LOVE* it.