It's been an Emilie Autumn kind of week. This one seems to fit my current predicament just right. :P
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Busy.
The last few days have been super busy. The cats have been out of control at night. (Oscar in particular has been exceptionally difficult.) So I'm a touch sleep deprived at the moment, an thus relatively short on words.
I have however, been working on my Halloween costume, since yes, I WILL be going out this year. (I know, right? It's a miracle. I'm leaving my house. HA!) Anyway, did a makeup test run yesterday which I was pretty pleased with. There's still some work to be done, but that's okay. I've got a couple of days yet.
Here's the prelim picture. I'll post a finished one once I'm happy with what I've got.
Oh, I'm going as a marionette, but you can't really tell here since I don't have my strings attached yet.
I miss your face Dear Friend, and I wish you were here to celebrate with me! I hope your holiday up there in The Land of Trees and Fog is just marvelous. Lots of love.
I have however, been working on my Halloween costume, since yes, I WILL be going out this year. (I know, right? It's a miracle. I'm leaving my house. HA!) Anyway, did a makeup test run yesterday which I was pretty pleased with. There's still some work to be done, but that's okay. I've got a couple of days yet.
Here's the prelim picture. I'll post a finished one once I'm happy with what I've got.
Oh, I'm going as a marionette, but you can't really tell here since I don't have my strings attached yet.
I miss your face Dear Friend, and I wish you were here to celebrate with me! I hope your holiday up there in The Land of Trees and Fog is just marvelous. Lots of love.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Trona pt. 2
Okay, so Saturday I woke up well before the sun came up, packed up my gear and headed up to Trona.
I got there around three hours before the first field trip started. I parked my car in line and headed into the show. I purchased my tickets, a scrub brush, a piece of carpet, and a gallon of brine before heading back to the car. I placed all my stuff in the trunk, filled out my trip ticket, and wandered up the road to the mineral processing plant to take some pictures.
This place was soooooo cool. You would have really appreciated it, I think. Sadly, it was protected with fences and did not photograph well. I'll add some pictures to this when I get home.
I wandered around some more, bought some pretty little things from various venders, picked up some maps and flyers on what to expect of the field trips, and on places to hike in the surrounding area, and then went back to the car.
At 9am we started the caravan out to the site. We drove down roads in between these huge brine lakes. Some of them were dry, some of them weren't. There was this loud bang every so often, like some sort of explosion, and I was continually convinced it was the sound of one of my tires blowing out, even though the road was well maintained. Lol! It turns out it was propane cannons to dissuade birds from landing in the lake.
At the end of Old Injection Road was a large salt flat for us to park on. There was a long trough full of brine water for us to wash our crystals in and on the other side of it, laid out in long lines were big mounds of gooey black mud. The whole place smelled of sulphur, and the mud sucked the shoes right off my feet.
I found a spot that looked good to me, threw my carpet down on the mud, and got to work. The mud was just full of crystals. I found almost entirely hanksite. I'm sure there was other stuff in there too, but I of course did not read the educational materials for this one before hand, so I wasn't entirely clear on what I was looking for. Plus, this mud is thick and tar like, so if it wasn't really apparent that it was crystal shaped, it wasn't even on my radar.
There were people who had been coming to this thing for decades, and really knew what it was they were looking for. They pulled out some amazing clusters of gigantic hanksite crystals. They were super impressive, I did not find anything that awesome, but I'm beyond pleased with what I brought home.
I filled my bucket up and went over to the trough to rinse some of the mud off of them. The trough however, was packed. There were people everywhere, and I was not about to waste any time battling my way through the crowd. Instead I hauled all my stuff back to my car, pulled my brine out of the trunk and did some cursory cleaning in the parking lot.
It was WAY harder than anticipated. (to be continued)
I got there around three hours before the first field trip started. I parked my car in line and headed into the show. I purchased my tickets, a scrub brush, a piece of carpet, and a gallon of brine before heading back to the car. I placed all my stuff in the trunk, filled out my trip ticket, and wandered up the road to the mineral processing plant to take some pictures.
This place was soooooo cool. You would have really appreciated it, I think. Sadly, it was protected with fences and did not photograph well. I'll add some pictures to this when I get home.
I wandered around some more, bought some pretty little things from various venders, picked up some maps and flyers on what to expect of the field trips, and on places to hike in the surrounding area, and then went back to the car.
At 9am we started the caravan out to the site. We drove down roads in between these huge brine lakes. Some of them were dry, some of them weren't. There was this loud bang every so often, like some sort of explosion, and I was continually convinced it was the sound of one of my tires blowing out, even though the road was well maintained. Lol! It turns out it was propane cannons to dissuade birds from landing in the lake.
At the end of Old Injection Road was a large salt flat for us to park on. There was a long trough full of brine water for us to wash our crystals in and on the other side of it, laid out in long lines were big mounds of gooey black mud. The whole place smelled of sulphur, and the mud sucked the shoes right off my feet.
I found a spot that looked good to me, threw my carpet down on the mud, and got to work. The mud was just full of crystals. I found almost entirely hanksite. I'm sure there was other stuff in there too, but I of course did not read the educational materials for this one before hand, so I wasn't entirely clear on what I was looking for. Plus, this mud is thick and tar like, so if it wasn't really apparent that it was crystal shaped, it wasn't even on my radar.
There were people who had been coming to this thing for decades, and really knew what it was they were looking for. They pulled out some amazing clusters of gigantic hanksite crystals. They were super impressive, I did not find anything that awesome, but I'm beyond pleased with what I brought home.
I filled my bucket up and went over to the trough to rinse some of the mud off of them. The trough however, was packed. There were people everywhere, and I was not about to waste any time battling my way through the crowd. Instead I hauled all my stuff back to my car, pulled my brine out of the trunk and did some cursory cleaning in the parking lot.
It was WAY harder than anticipated. (to be continued)
So...
I was stung by a bee.
It went down like this:
I was minding my own business, waiting in line at the drive-thru. Ace of Base was playing on my stereo and all was right in the world. As I grew more impatient with the minivan in front of me and the amount of time it was taking them to order their food, I began to look around.
Hovering, at eye level just on the other side of my window, was a bee.
He was just hanging-out out there, staring at me.
The minivan eventually pulled forward and so did I, leaving the bee behind. As I opened my mouth to order my breakfast, the bee suddenly reappeared, lunged at me, and bounced off my forehead. I completed my order while dodging the bee, which made my voice sound a lot like tHHHHiiissSSS. I swatted him away and pulled forward again.
I did not see him again. I heard no buzzing. Caught no movement out of the corner of my eyes. And so I assumed he had resolved his issue with me and gone on about the business of pollinating flowers.
At some point I became aware of a slightly fuzzy sensation on my left collar bone. I don't know how else to describe it. It felt like a large piece of lint had fallen onto me. It wasn't moving, and it made no noise. Obviously lint. Or something lint like.
Why I would assume this, I don't know. Particularly given the overly amorous attention given to me by the bee earlier. Besides that, giant pieces of lint aren't simply randomly generated by the universe. They don't just find their way onto your collar bone while you're sitting still inside your car, but I digress.
At any rate, assuming the fuzzy mess on me was a piece of lint, and without making any attempt to look at it or to simply brush it away, I reached down and pinched it (PINCHED IT!) between my index finger and my thumb. It was relatively solid -spongy- but not exactly soft, certainly not what I was expecting, but by no means alarming either. I secured my grasp and nonchalantly tossed it out the window.
It however, was not a piece of lint. Not at all. Instead, it was the bee. Sitting perfectly still, just hangin' with me in the drive-thru. He was displeased with my decision to pinch him between my less-than nymphy fingers and promptly stung me.
I was aware of the stinging sensation, but nonplussed as to its origins. The whole thing happened so fast that my mind didn't even have time to process that it was a bee and not lint on me, and that said be had subsequently stung me. Instead I was sitting there wondering how on earth I had managed to get hurt by a lint ball.
It wasn't until I pulled down the vanity mirror and saw the stinger, that I began to put the pieces together. What I can't figure out is, what on earth compelled me to pinch it rather than just brush it away? It seems like a strange course of action for me, and I can't recall a similar incident when I would have chosen to pinch rather than brush.
It's totally irrelevant of course, but the questions remain, buzzing around my head.
It went down like this:
I was minding my own business, waiting in line at the drive-thru. Ace of Base was playing on my stereo and all was right in the world. As I grew more impatient with the minivan in front of me and the amount of time it was taking them to order their food, I began to look around.
Hovering, at eye level just on the other side of my window, was a bee.
He was just hanging-out out there, staring at me.
The minivan eventually pulled forward and so did I, leaving the bee behind. As I opened my mouth to order my breakfast, the bee suddenly reappeared, lunged at me, and bounced off my forehead. I completed my order while dodging the bee, which made my voice sound a lot like tHHHHiiissSSS. I swatted him away and pulled forward again.
I did not see him again. I heard no buzzing. Caught no movement out of the corner of my eyes. And so I assumed he had resolved his issue with me and gone on about the business of pollinating flowers.
At some point I became aware of a slightly fuzzy sensation on my left collar bone. I don't know how else to describe it. It felt like a large piece of lint had fallen onto me. It wasn't moving, and it made no noise. Obviously lint. Or something lint like.
Why I would assume this, I don't know. Particularly given the overly amorous attention given to me by the bee earlier. Besides that, giant pieces of lint aren't simply randomly generated by the universe. They don't just find their way onto your collar bone while you're sitting still inside your car, but I digress.
At any rate, assuming the fuzzy mess on me was a piece of lint, and without making any attempt to look at it or to simply brush it away, I reached down and pinched it (PINCHED IT!) between my index finger and my thumb. It was relatively solid -spongy- but not exactly soft, certainly not what I was expecting, but by no means alarming either. I secured my grasp and nonchalantly tossed it out the window.
It however, was not a piece of lint. Not at all. Instead, it was the bee. Sitting perfectly still, just hangin' with me in the drive-thru. He was displeased with my decision to pinch him between my less-than nymphy fingers and promptly stung me.
I was aware of the stinging sensation, but nonplussed as to its origins. The whole thing happened so fast that my mind didn't even have time to process that it was a bee and not lint on me, and that said be had subsequently stung me. Instead I was sitting there wondering how on earth I had managed to get hurt by a lint ball.
It wasn't until I pulled down the vanity mirror and saw the stinger, that I began to put the pieces together. What I can't figure out is, what on earth compelled me to pinch it rather than just brush it away? It seems like a strange course of action for me, and I can't recall a similar incident when I would have chosen to pinch rather than brush.
It's totally irrelevant of course, but the questions remain, buzzing around my head.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Bliss.
This entire album is ridiculously sexy. It, in all actuality, defines the term. (Edit: okay, maybe it comes in a close second to Heaven's Patent Pending.) I'd write more, but it's distracting me.
<3
I miss your faaaaacccccceeeeeeeee
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