It's Halloween eve! Is Neko:

a) Hastily piecing together a costume?
b) Putting the finishing touches on a jack-o'-lantern?
c) Taking all the good candies out of the mix-bag for herself?

or ( d) Remarking on the new designs of store-brand popcorn boxes? )

Well, technically a spare Sputnik. Not a model or some after-the-fact replica, like, an actual spare Sputnik developed by the Soviet space program.

And technically there were two of them. One of them was on the ground. I was able to put my face like three inches away from it.

It has a very interesting scratch.

"Waitaminnit," you say, "how did you get that close to a piece of space history without getting chased off by museum security?"

Simple, my friends. ( That weren't no museum I was in. )

That's weird.

( But not quite as weird as this. )

So I'm on Facebook, right?

Looking for more Flair to add to my stupidly-huge collection, right?

And I'm a dork so I search "Russia," right?

And in there is one o' them "OH NOES OBAMA'S GONNA MAKE US COMMIES Y'ALL" Flair, right?

Of the American flag being consumed by another drippy flag, right?

Only,

unless I'm missing something,

the other flag - the only other flag in that picture - is the Chinese one.

Right.

I know Russia -> Communism is pretty easy word association for some, but . . . cripes, man, either this person is just stickin' in keywords for the sake of stickin' in keywords or they can't tell the difference between a modern Chinese flag and the Soviet Union's.

Either way, I go to bed reminded of humanity's ability to stumble over itself.

Simple math for simple drawings . . .

( yadda yadda yadda )

ATTENTION ALL HOTSAUCE FESTIVAL-ATTENDING LADIES:

I have been at this booth for an hour. The number of people I have dealt with so far probably numbers in the hundreds. I am tired. However, I'm a trooper and will try to be pleasant for the duration of our business exchange.

Also, there is a table full of boxes behind me. About a dozen, a dozen-and-a-half maybe. Boxes. Of shirts.

They come in white, yellow, kinda-minty green, light brown, and some brown-black shade we've been calling "charcoal."

So when I trot over to your side of the tent and ask May I Help You, and you just kind of stare into the middle distance and say "I want one of those," do not treat me like a moron when I try to get you to clarify that.

Likewise, when you mumble "one of the grey ones," do not treat me like an moron when I try to figure out which of the Seriously Who Calls That "Grey" colors you mean.

And finally? When I have roughly determined the color of shirt you want, and proceed to ask you what size you would like that shirt in?

Do not treat me like a space robot. It's not that hard a question. Seriously.

tl;dr: RANTRANTRANTRANTRANT

Thing you do not want to hear a bus driver radioing to his manager #384:

"Yeah, the brakes are being really unresponsive."

Apparently, leeches are capable of, and willing to, tearing each other in half!

I'm at mom's house.

My computer can access internet at mom's house.

THEREFORE:

( Y'all get a doodle dump. )

Oh my god, it's August, when did that happen.

So, things that have happened:

- Moved in with Dad. Laptop still isn't hooked up to the internet. WOE.

- I got a haircut! And with some work I think I can style it like America's. YOU'VE EARNED 50 DORK-POINTS.

- Lookin' for a job. My god, Hollywood Video, why so yandere? First you show me a stock photo of a friendly lady helping people pick out movies, then suddenly you're all ANSWER THESE 25 PAGES OF QUESTIONS SPECIALLY FORMULATED TO ROOT OUT THE LAZY AND CRAZY. Jeez man, all H-E-B did was ask if I was okay with a drug screening. ;_;

DOODLE TIME.

( The stupid starts here. )

LOOKS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

-S.

So yeah I went to see Harry Potter - which rocked, by the way - and probably squealed "yesss" a little too loud when the Percy Jackson title came up.




. . . okay maybe it was more like "screamed" but OH MY GOD YES IT LOOKS SO GOOD ALREADY.

So it looks like I may get a haircut in a week or so. Yay(!/?)

I had been debating it a bit before, but the other day mom was all "girl we gotta get your hair cut" so I guess it's and agreement then.

Now I just gotta figure out how short I want this mess of keratin to be this time. Hm . . .

*shakes head* VRRRRRRRRR!

( okay here are some doodles )

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

WAY TO CRANK THE DRAMA ALL THE WAY UP TO ELEVEN OHBA

*WHEEZE*

So, I was watching all sorts of Hetalia vids the other day, and when I paused one of them, something . . . bothered me about how familiar America looked. I sat there for what felt like a good five minutes trying to figure out exactly where I had seen that pose/expression before.

( And then it hit me. )

I HAVE A CHARLEY HORSE

BUT

ONLY IN THE NON-BIG-TOE TOES OF MY RIGHT FOOT

HOW IS THIS HAPPENING

;_;

There was the absolute cutest little toad in my dog's water dish/bowl/trough I have ever seen. Well, more like on it. Once it had fallen in, it became very clear that the water was to deep for it, so my stepsister had to rush out and save the poor little thing.

My dog went over to drink a couple times, and really, I should not be as surprised as I am that she didn't try to eat him.

So the radio tells me today's high temperatures are supposed to reach 105.

. . . EFF YEAH, TEXAS.

DOING GLOBAL WARMING SINCE BEFORE IT WAS COOL.