I’m a Canadian who hates winter.
I’ve eaten PC frozen butterfly shrimp and tater tots 4 times in the past week, but how am I supposed to make something better, when this is what I have to work with?
Oh, and did I mention that all this produce is almost twice as expensive as it is in the summer?
Brrrrr. Yuck. Is it April yet?
Tis the season :)
Anna and I made these window stars after we took the Halloween decorations down, to cheer us (me) up now that the post-daylights savings time darkness has set in. The picture doesn’t do them justice, but when the light shines through them they’re beautiful, like stained glass.
Of course, it hit me on Monday that since I’m doing this whole “working in the daytime” thing now I only get to see the light shine through them between sunrise and when I leave for work. 2 hours currently, soon to be a lot less. It’s always pitch black by the time I get home.
Canada, your darkness kills me every year! And your politics are getting worse and worse. These are dark times not even window stars can get us through.
Halloween was kind of lame this year, busy with new schools/works and other stresses. But we were a pair and that was fun.
The Dark Days are Back Again.
This are what my mornings look like from October to April. How did I, as an early riser, end up with a summer contract where I have to sleep in (because I work until 3am) and a winter one that makes me get up early?
And if you can believe it… Grayson just died too.
Grayson Maps Miller-Garvin-Standish-Korngut
November 10, 2011 - October 8, 2013
He technically died of a respiratory infection that progressed really fast. But we know he really died of a broken heart, two and a half weeks after his brother. I remember when we took Hurricane to the vet for the first time, after his first seizure (less than six weeks ago) Grayson came along because of a suspected mite infection that we had been planning to get checked out anyway. Grayson was an old pro at the vet, having had two ear infections before and when Hurricane’s examination began, Grayson ran over and started grooming him. It’s okay, Hurricane. Don’t be scared, Hurricane.
Just like when we first brought them both home, as babies, Grayson was scared and hid in his little house, while Hurricane was running around exploring his cage. When we put out some lettuce for them to chew on, Hurricane brought some lettuce over to the little house so that Grayson could have some too. It’s okay, Grayson. Don’t be scared, Grayson.
When Hurricane was really ill, we hung some strips of construction paper over the bars of the cage, because that was one of Hurricane’s favourite things to do. Collecting them. But, it turned out Hurricane was too sick to collect them, so Grayson ran around collecting them and bringing them to Hurricane’s little nest. I’d never seen Grayson collect papers like that before in his life. He was doing it for Hurricane. I know Grayson must have really been feeling the lack of Hurricane these past few days, while he’s been sick. No brother to look out for him. We’d have him out of the cage as much as we could. Hours and hours at a time. Watching netflix with us, sitting on our laps or shoulders while we worked. But it’s not the same as having a rat friend.
I can’t believe we don’t have rats anymore. They’ve been such a big part of Anna and I’s life at home.
Goodbye Grayson and Hurricane. We have 1000x your size in love for you.
It seems weird, but I never really understood what people were talking about when they talked about ‘The Slender Man’ before.
But now I understand. People started photoshopping pictures of children playing to include a tall, suited figure in the background and a whole story evolved around it.
That’s not what this photo is. I just found this among all the beginner-photoshopped pieces on the Slender Man google search I just did. But Flickr has a share function with Tumblr and I’m feeling lazy tonight. And it’ll be more fun for you to look up the real slender man pictures on your own.
What I really want is a picture from my childhood altered to include a slender man. That would be great. I’m gonna get on that.
(Source: Flickr / alex-stoddard)
Hurricane Wychwood Miller-Garvin-Standish-Korngut
November 10, 2011-September 20, 2013
Hurricane died yesterday. 3 weeks and 2 days after he, out of the blue, started having seizures and 1 week after his last vet visit, where we knew for sure there was nothing we could do for him.
Hurricane was the greatest little guy you could ever ask for and we are missing him a lot. He was really sweet, giving us kisses all the time and warming up to strangers immediately. And we was super smart, living up to everything we’d heard about rat intelligence. He responded to commands, built really sophisticated “castles” at the bottom of the cage by folding paper and propping it up and blew our minds the day we got him (January 5, 2012) when he brought his brother Grayson lettuce from the fresh food bowl, when Grayson was too scared in his new environment to come out of his little house.
We don’t plan to have rats after these guys, so the only rat we have now is Grayson. Which makes us feel awful, but there’s not much we can do. We’ve had Grayson out a ton, though, and he seems to be doing okay.
It’s crazy that something with that much personality can be that tiny and only live for 22 months.