Because bad taste is better than no taste at all.....

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

313: nature hike

Ahhhh.. nature and stuff.
 So this morning I decided to wake up around 9 (which is a bit early for me), and go for a little walk. You know, clear my head a little. My car seemed to know where to go, and I soon found myself at South Mountain. I got lucky; there were only a couple of cars and a small school bus (from some private school or other) in the parking lot.

Down by the creek, and down I sat on a rock and just listened to the water for a while. Little puffs of what I took to be fog drifted around the curve from time to time.

There was a man trying to fish, he looked a bit odd with this bright yellow vest on. I wished him luck, and off I went again.
 I apparently missed the springtime iris' this year, but the rosebay "Rhodies" were beginning to break open, which was almost as good. Those things grow pretty big in the wild, this one arched right over the trail.

I can only imagine what it looks like when the bush is in full bloom.

There were lots of birds around in the trees, but none came down to pose for me, so I had to content myself with their singing.
Aren't we a dainty lil thing??

There's this native plant, called "Pipsissewa", that looks about like this, I thought that's what this was at first. But it turns out that doesn't have striped leaves like this does. This is a close cousin, "Spotted Wintergreen". I guess you can chew on the roots and it tastes like wintergreen? I didn't really feel like climbing the fence to find out, and I doubt the park service'd appreciate it anyhow. 

I took several photos of this plant, and this was probably the best that came out. My camera doesn't always pick up small stuff like it's supposed to.  
Up..and up...and more up....

To get to the waterfall, you have two options--you can walk a mile and then climb some pretty steep stairs and rocks (up a couple hundred feet, feels like), or you can walk a little over a mile up a somewhat steep path and then come DOWN the stairs. I chose the second option--still a strenous hike, but my knees handled going down the steps better than trying to come up them.

This was part of the "up" I took--looks almost like a fairy could go passing by any minute. 
I had to stop a couple of times. I hadn't done this in a while, and so I had to catch my breath from time to time. And halfway up my ears popped, which ought to tell you I was getting higher.   
What's that I hear? Water?

Up at the top at last, and you cross a bridge to a seemingly innocent looking drop off...... But you can hear the water roaring as it hits bottom.  
Going.... DOWN...... ;)

..........................Next, it was time to go DOWN a few flights of steep stairs.........


...........................Till you reach the overlook, and find this.

High Shoals Falls spills over about 80 feet or so.  Last year, some idiot died when he got too close to the edge at the top and fell off. You'd think the big red warning signs warning you about the slippery rocks and to stay on the trail would suffice. I guess not.



I even met a couple of new friends. There were several of these "Millies" crawling around. This one was nice enough to stay nibbling on the rotten leaves so I could take a picture of him.

There are also apparently orange colored daddy long legs.

This one waved his little antenne and said "Hi!"
All in all, I think the walk did me some good. I mean, it didn't really solve any of my problems , but it did get me out of the house for a while.
Next up: some of the rocks and stuff.

Monday, June 8, 2015

#312: anyone want a doughnut?

There's this dream I have, that we all have occasionally, I think. You know the one. You've missed a step and down, down you go (usually waking up before you hit the bottom). I think I may have missed a step, in real life, and I'm not sure when I'll reach the bottom. Or if I will reach it any time soon.

At the moment I'm staring at the wallpaper on my laptop. It's got the cast of Sherlock on it, and Mrs. Hudson is looking at me like she knows--she knows. She. Knows. Everything.  Molly is just smirking. Obviously one needs to keep an eye on these two--they're plainly up to something.  But Sherlock has one eyebrow raised, so maybe he's keeping an eye on them, who knows.

So plans are in the works for the Meg's summer visit. This excursion will involve travelling not to Knoxville, but to Chattanooga. Well, ok. Six of one, half a dozen of the other, it's still a trip you don't take lightly (especially the roundabout way I am planning on going, to avoid Knoxville and Atlanta) I always liked the area, very mountain-y in a remote way yet not like Boone where there's 300000 people crammed on a two lane road (half of which are college kids on a bender). It should be interesting.

I appear to be at that awkward age where I  get pen pal requests from younger people who think age equals "experience" IYKWIM.  Of course, the latest one was only 5 years younger than me, and this confuses me a little, because the term "cougar" (had to have someone remind me what that meant) really means a difference of 10 or more years, sorry folks, I'm not that much different than you. I'd understand it more if  the profile picture was some sexy lady in lingerie. But no, it's a garden gnome holding a sign that reads, "really?"  Sadly, the ones close to my age are a bit on the odd side (and not odd in a good way, maybe they have a thing for lawn gnomes?) or only want to talk to ladies who're like 18 or so. Sorry to disappoint. But thanks for (not) playing. Didn't want to talk to your ass anyhow.

I went back recently and looked back at some of the older posts, more specifically the ones from that first year, while I was in college. I cringe at some of the posts. Why I would write half the things I wrote then, I can only guess. It isn't that I have matured though; more like I found different stupid things to write about as time went on. ;)

Debating on which is sadder--the take-home drug test you can buy at the dollar store? Or your very own, personal breathalyzer test you can buy at the gadget store? (got news for you, if you're at the point where you voluntarily buy yourself a breathalyzer test, you may already have a problem.)

And a note, just a friendly reminder to those who fought to get that free doughnut the other day, on National Doughnut day: It's a friggin' doughnut. We drove by, just to see how crazy it was (and actually buy some doughnuts, unlike some people who apparently don't want to pay for them) . Couldn't even get in the parking lot. There were people parked in someones YARD. Fucdiculas, as my coworker likes to say. Obviously when they moved that store to that location they didn't take into account the lengths people will go for a free doughnut. The former location was in with some other stores, so the parking lot was bigger. Of course, the pressure to move may have come from the business next door.

Which was a weight loss clinic.

Go ahead. Laugh. The weight loss clinic is still at that location, I will gladly take a photo of the place if you don't believe me.

I've a mind to go back and stand at their door looking in, while munching a doughnut. Just for spite.


Sunday, May 31, 2015

311: Random acts of weirdness.

So a couple of weeks ago, I mentioned Dent was in a fan-made movie. Still no link to this yet, but I finally got to meet a couple of the people who were running the thing, a couple of weekends ago. Who decided they needed to have a little... I guess you'd call  it a party? So I managed to get that day off somehow, and down to Charlotte we went.

..................Halfway down I-85 Dent piped up, "You DO know this is in a bar, don't you? "

No, you kinda neglected to mention that, Dent. Thanks.

So I managed two things that I normally avoid: a strange place filled with strange people. It helped that we left for home semi-early (a little after 10 pm), and there were only about 20 people there when we left (apparently, everyone else showed up later on, after we left.) They had weird sci-fi Whovianish inspired drinks, and Dent managed a couple. I simply told folks I was driving, (and got told I was awesome? By someone who, from the sound of him, coulda used a ride home?) and people pretty much left me alone on that.

There was a cool restaurant next door, it's three stories. Dent decided it would be a good place to hang out and have lunch while we waited on some of the other people to show up. We got talked up on the top floor (since we hadn't been there before) Here's the view from the top. As you may imagine, I got a little bit of a sunburn. A floppy hat would've been handy I guess, but I think the breeze would have blown it away.

Glad it wasn't raining.


Saturday, May 16, 2015

#310: for the last friggin' time

It happened again, this time at the flea market this morning. We're deep in conversation with someone at a booth, about maybe finding a home for the folding camp-chairs taking up space in my closet. The chair he was using (an ordinary lawn chair) got messed up by the wife, and he needs something he can take with him to fairs, or races, or whatever the hell he does in his spare time. 

"............So what is your name?" asks the man behind the counter.

Dent gives the man his name, his real one. 

"............and your lovely wife, what's her name?" 

I cringe.  

"We're not married," I tell the man. Then I give him my name, which brings him much amusement as someone he works with has the very same name. "Quite a lovely lady..." he tells me. 

Obviously, he's played this game before, as he jokingly pulls out a necklace charm and says, "Yes, I found your name right here!" (The charm is a gold one that reads 'The Boss'. ) But he completely missed that we BOTH told him I don't wear jewelry (not normally, and nothing like that anyhow), and again referred to me as "your lovely wife" as we left.  

I guess I need a tee shirt for public outings. One that reads, "No, we're not married." 

In other news, we managed to find one of the lost citizens of Lobsteronia. I'll post an image of him once I can get him to quit scurrying around the house...... 

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

#309: annoyances

So here we are again, you and I. 

We have apparently gone from winter to summer here in Badhairland. I had to break down and buy pre-grown tomato plants, and out of the six I brought home, two of those have already died. It's frustrating when you do the same things that have always worked, and suddenly, they don't. I had this problem with previous employers; something would break, and the question asked would not be "what happened?" but, rather, "what did you do?" Motherfucker, I did what you told me to do, the same thing I've been doing for the past three months, look elsewhere for your scapegoat. No, I'm not perfect. But give me the benefit of the doubt, asshat. 

Sorry. I'm currently listening to Drowning Pool ("Let the bodies hit the floor...let the bodies hit the floor...."). I really ought not to listen to this kinda stuff before I go to work, it kinda sets the tone for the whole day and then my mouth gets me in trouble. Don't you hate that? 

I think this little 'toon I doodled this morning pretty much speaks for itself. Not that I'm some sort of Picasso or anything, but you get the idea.  

In other news, Dent is a wannabe movie star. There are some folks who make fan-films of various shows (these particular ones seem to have a thing for Dr. Who). Well, they needed extras a couple of weeks ago... so Dent went.  I'll post a link to the thing when I get it. 

It's also annoying when you want to sell some things, and you don't want to bother with Ebay but apparently the local people who COULD help are, apparently, idiots. If all you're using as a price guide IS Ebay, you're (hate to say it) retarded.  Uhm, yes, it's cheap on Ebay. Ebay is an auction site. The prices START cheap and go up as people bid on it. Ebay is not really an accurate guide to pricing collectables. If it's action figures, look in an action figure price guide. If it's books, go to a site that specializes on books. 

................I'm sorry, I'm not going to give you my anime mags for 25 cents apiece simply because they're a dollar on Ebay. They're nearly 20 years old and would be worth at least a little more to the right collectors. (incidentally, if you're looking for Animerica back-issues, let me know. ;) )
I have managed to unload a few more things, and hope to find a home for a few stuffed animals this evening. There is still the question on what to do with old VCR tapes. If you happen to have a VCR and want some, let me know. I won't charge except for maybe postage (last box of tapes I mailed cost me $20!) 

Next up: Scratch cleans out the closet. Stay tuned.