You can't make this stuff up

Did I have a journal here at some point? I don't remember.

...Actually, my life has just been boring for a while. I kinda ran out of places to wander around in unauthorizedly that I thought would go easy on me if I were caught. I was at an art museum the other night with Noah and we found the staff lounge or whatever empty and unlocked near closing time, buuuuuut there was a security camera right there, so we decided to live to fight another day. :(

However! Today I was running around in the city being lost, on foot, in upwards of 90-degree heat,* and took a break from my failful attempts at getting somewhere to poke around a creek I ran across. There were some small, weaksauce chain link fences at points where you could have driven into the surrounding field area at one time, and decorative landscapey brick walls between the upper field level and the lower creek level, and big sidewalks all around one bank and under road bridges... but it had obviously been awhile since anyone seriously thought of it as an actual public park, and it was all overgrown, with the occasional bit of graffiti** and hobo laundry. (One pile had this edition of The Wizard of Venus in it.) There were lots of bug noises, and bird noises, but not so much car noises since the streets were weren't major ones and were mostly blocked by a thin treeline anyway, and no other people around. It was very, very Ico, walking around in the sun with everything all abandoned and whatnot, having trouble finding a way to get from one area to another, and I had a great time with it EXCEPT FOR HOW IT WAS TOO HOT TO SUPPORT LIFE.

And then I found the front of an iPod!



I plugged it in when I got home, but nothing happened.

Another thing that has happened lately is that I picked up the soundtrack to Zaia! It is unrelentingly feminine, which was kind of a disappointment, but it is full of prettiness. Check the sample clip for Ignis at the link, if you do nothing else; I'm convinced Maria Andersson is an actual fairy princess. And perhaps some rogue pirate scum will do something evil like upload the entire album!... Let me know if you agree that that would be terrible. We upholders of justice are badly outnumbered and need to stick together.

Finally, unrelated short things, not to be missed:
1. You still don't want to be in Iran.
2. Fire-hatted street musicians on wheels.

* Would you believe that's the #1 Google hit for 'fahrenheit to celsius'? I mean, I have a great big soft spot in my heart for vintage web design, but some things you just don't expect. God knows how long the other links on the page have been dead.

** And not even good graffiti, since we no longer have the examples we used to of how it's done. I used to have all kinds of contempt for the elements of society that saw graffiti as a problem, because I just assumed that's how it was everywhere-- all huge, full-color murals that people actually put time and effort into. Then I went to LA one year for the Rose Parade. I will never forget riding away from the airport and seeing the huge concrete walls along the highway, covered in endless repetitions of a single tag in black spray paint-- paradoxically both obsessive and one-sixteenth-assed. Every obnoxiously straight-laced lecture I'd ever heard about public nuisances and hoodlum kids suddenly made sense. It was like the city had roaches.

Right now, I am almost done with a glass of apple juice, thinking about picking up where I left off on the chocolate bunny rectangle I accidentally left in the car and am now scraping away at with a fork. I probably won't, though, since I just had a plastic egg full of jelly beans. I got Easter candy from both my grandmother AND my parents this year. We are such a smart bunch of people, having so many holidays devoted to candy. I tell you.

This, just so you know, is the other type of entry you can expect from me. There are only the two. And a lot of these ones will be about how I saw something interesting when I don't even have a camera to show you with, because no cameras are any good.

So I definitely explored one abandoned, tore-up, decrepit-ass restaurant last night in the dark with a tiny keychain fla--

I can't even finish that word right now. Firefox spellchecker does not know "keychain." Augh. I don't think I'm going to import my LJ here, with all my other spellchecker moments, but you should know our battles have been many. Fields stained ... desaturated yellow ocher?... from irritation, shed over things like "Wiccan" and, at one point, "spellchecker." And lol. Honestly, Firefox, you are not the OED or something, you are a browser. WHAT IS THIS LOL; I AM NOT FAMILIAR WITH IT. IS IT FRENCH?

So, the restaurant. It was underneath the piano bar that I left my friends behind in because I don't even like bars, and certainly not ones where the piano guy not only refuses to perform "I Will Survive" when requested-- because apparently it is a song about how all men are pigs? I did not know this-- but belligerently interrupted the chick piano player forever so she could not play it either. The mood required that she not openly ask him what his problem was, but she held her turf pretty well, though she did it by calling out things like "THAT'S OKAY, WE WOMEN KNOW WHO'S REALLY IN CHARGE HERE" and getting loud cheers, and I wished that part could go differently as much I did the other. Seriously, people need to stop acting like we have to be enemies. How old are we, here?

So I wandered around the parking lot, and sat in the designated smoking area of some CompUSA offices where there were benches and trees, watching the light turn on and off on a timer... and wishing I had a big janitor-style sweepy broom to clean out the parking garage with, and getting some hot chocolate, until I finally decided that the ridiculosity had reached critical levels and texted, come what may, the epically and obviously passive-aggressive: are y'all about done?

AND THEY SAID NO.

( So, the restaurant. )

So that was yesterday. Today I killed a fly by slowing it down with spray adhesive first, but only because I didn't have any hairspray around, which works much better. Write that one down, for real. If you can get a fly in a good stream of hairspray, it will literally fall right out of the air. It's the best trick.