One of my co-workers is really into metal.

I don’t know…where the conversation went, but the next thing I know, I’m being introduced to Ladybaby.

It’s beautiful.

I’m just gonna leave this here.




Words of the Week!



Moochin – Noun

1.) A difficult or disagreeable person, esp. a child. (Sometimes used as a scolding term of reproach.)







Multicursal – adjective

1.) A maze or labyrinth with more than one possible rout of completion.

Wikpedia Wierdness

I noticed something odd today, when I was typing ‘wikipedia’ into the address bar at the top of my screen, and, as usual suggestions come up.

Suggestions are usually either common queries or previous queries.

I was going to wikipedia and there were three specific options available, and I looked and realized…I don’t recognize any of them?

But somehow my wikipedia search  history includes (In order of suggestion):

Banastre Tarleton (A dude in the American Revolutionary war.)

Dancing Mania (A plague where people danced until they died.)

Shahr-e Sukhteh (a lost city of ancient Persia.)


And, I mean. I’m not actually really complaining that these are the things that I’m being gifted by the gods of Internet.  Because, I mean.  All of these wikipedia entries are interesting and worth reading (I think).

And if this is… the summary of my soul in the form of Wikipedia articles, I’m….really pretty alright with it, I think.


I’m just a bit confused.


(Ah well. Business as usual then, I guess…)

Ill-Advised Walks

I keep deciding to go on walks, which, of course, is nothing new for me.

My work schedule has been a bit strange lately though, so I’m on a bit of a different time scheme than I’m used to, so whenever I get up and I’m like ‘Ahh, yes! Time to go for a walk!’


By that point, it’s… high noon in Texas.

And I really like walking and making questionable decisions, so I always…

choose to go walking.

At noon.

In Texas.


I have started carrying a *very* large water bottle, and I’ll just say that I have reached the point where I have one of the most incredible tan lines I’ve ever acquired, and it’s from the straps of my backpack.



*True* Supplies for University

I went walking through the shops the other day, and I found this:



And, I know it’s probably just the angle I was walking, but I DON’T CARE.


What do I need to take with me to university?





Frustration and Limitation

I want to be able to fix my bike.

I mean, I’m not entirely certain what’s wrong with it, but there’s an entire *internet* out there, with friendly videos and owners manuals and fucking step-by-step walk-through’s on forums run by folks who have done this a million times for their own things.

However, due to my current situation where I am distinctly lacking all tools, I can’t.

I can’t do *anything*.

Except for wait two weeks for the nearest place to have an opening to even *look* at my bike.

I never go *anywhere* without my mulit-tool. And the one time I did, I fucking paid for it, and now I’m stuck.

I’m not used to being in a situation where I lack the *tools* to get the job done.

(Alright. That’s a lie. I am *often* lacking the proper tool for the job. But I almost always have something close enough to work. Or something that I can *make* work, despite how much it’s not actually really supposed to be used that way.

Note: Mutli-tool.)

I’m often lacking, perhaps, the specific knowledge for a project, but I’ve got a decent instinct (or maybe just an unreasonable amount of experience) with taking things apart, and I’ve gotten really quite good at hunting down that knowledge, if I need something more than just what I have learned by dismantling things over the years.

But now I find myself in a situation where all the knowledge in the world doesn’t help, because I can’t *do* anything with that knowledge.


…I miss my tools.

Mis-Read Tea Leaves

Yesterday, I was all ‘IT’S A SIGN! GO ON AN ADVENTURE!!!’


I attempted to go on an adventure.


I got about ten miles out of town, when my bike started slipping out of gear.

I pulled into the nearest place where I thought anyone might now what was going on.

(It was a diesel truck station.)

(I fucking love truckers.)

So, I knocked on their door, said ‘Hey, I know you really don’t do this here, but I my bike is freaking out and I don’t know why. Any chance you could help?’

So, they made a phone call, and sent me next door to meet Manny.

Manny used to ride bikes, back in the day. So, I explained my issue, and then he hopped on the bike, drove it around a bit, and told me that he was pretty sure it was a clutch issue, and my best bet was to take it in, if I couldn’t fix it myself.

Then he gave me the end of his french fries.

(I love truckers.)


So, I got back on my bike, and managed to limp her back home.

I don’t have the tools to give it a go myself at the moment, so I’m going to have to take her in and get her looked at by a professional.


Let’s hope *that* goes well.


In the meantime, I get to rediscover the joys of wandering by foot and by bus.

So, other adventures! Huzzah!