I've just been informed that vox hunt doesn't exist anymore! There goes my easy subject matter for the times when I remember that vox exists. :(
I also found out that I had been promoted as the sole host of a group that I joined a couple of years ago. I wasn't even the earliest member of the group, that at least would have made some sense on the part of whoever promoted me before leaving the group. That was an odd experience. ;)
I'll have to come up with my own vox hunts, or something.
So today. Show me some Halloween decor you've got up this year! Something harvesty or just plain autumnal will do. If you don't have anything this year, but have some old favorites, share that instead.
Here's some of mine from this year:
Grab and piece of paper and a pen and draw a self-portrait in under 2 minutes. Then share it with us.
I did this looking in the mirror, and then I flipped the scan.
What do you collect?
A couple of things come immediately to mind. 1. Mighty Muggs, I have 9. I haven't photographed all of them yet.
2. Cameras. I have over 20, I haven't taken a tally in a while. All but one or two of them are fully functioning, and I use them all.
Penguins, sequins, jingle bells and more... Show us your "unique" holiday sweater.
Show us your favorite landmark in your current hometown.
Show us something you've made recently.
A cupcake ds-lite case out of felt for my friend Megan's birthday.
I have a few more projects I need to work on. A monster sunglass case for my sister and a domo-kun ds-lite case for my brother. I really need to get on that.
Show us a picture of your favorite fruit.
Clementine aka Christmas Orange. Sweet and easy to peel. I eat them like crazy when they're in season, especially when I think I might be getting sick.
Now I feel entirely different. I purchased vegetables for my own meals and plants for my own garden. It was kind of surreal to go in, fill my basket with food and pepper plants, buy them, and take them home to Pwhisker Hollow. I felt like an adult, and between playing The Sims 2 and taking photographs and devising new holidays and having treasure hunts and trying to decide where to house the toy collection, I don't often feel like an adult.
Any discomfort I may have felt at the thought of growing up was quickly dashed as I treated my parents to Sonic, where I had a kids meal with a grilled cheese sandwich, fries, and a chocolate milk. I love Sonic because it's the only place I can get a vegetarian kids meal. My toy was a little tin car that opens up. I played with it in the backseat of the car on the way home.
... so, I think maybe I'm going to start making appearances again. I dunno. I have a lot of internet haunts that preoccupy me. Only lately I have been feeling absolutely none of them. But, I miss writing. And I like doing it here because I just sort of verbally meander without an audience or expectations, and there's something sort of reassuring about that.
Of course, that means that does mean that if I want to keep this thing interesting, I have to make entries that aren't so damned meta all the time.
That, though, is sort of what bloglines and the like are for, no? Original content is made so much easier when you can just steal links from other people and make the force the "original" by adding a few base comments from your own little head. Or something. It's worth a try at least.
Thus, these, pictures of the auroras are pretty fabulous. And the time is terrific, because I just started reading Neither Here Nor There by Bill Bryson, which begins with his journey to Hammerfest to check out the Northern Lights. I'm not sure if I've said it here or not, but seeing them are on my pretty short list of things to do before I die. Ideally from Iceland, but that's just a romantic notion and I'd pretty much take them however I could get them. I can still remember the very first time that I ever heard about them, in some children's book I read when I was like eight. Surprisingly, it was a chapter book, fiction, in which one of the characters was named Aurora after them. And thus, a lifelong fascination began.
I have been a fan of Carrie Brownstein for, um, not quite that long, but my devotion to her could have been more hardcore, at it's peak. Although, that wasn't a devotion to her personally, per se, as much as it was to Sleater-Kinney. And even though I will continue to be bummed about one of my favorite bands breaking up (although credit where it's due: they did it with class), but her newish gig as a blogger for NPR is almost making up for it. This week she has had excellent posts on Madonna - and really, I couldn't agree with Miss B. more on the subject - and the guilty pleasure she takes in waching the Bachelor. I cannot admit to the Bachelor thing. Although I've been suckered into more reality television programming than I care to admit, I never got into this one. But I'd be totally lying if I said I wasn't in front of the tv, watching the finale of Big Brother last night. So I, you know, won't say that.
Finally, I really want to make these carrots. At some point in the more recent past, I discovered that I really, really like cooked carrots and these sound delicious. Before I cook anything though, or even, like, make ice cubes, I need to do some dishes. Which, honestly, I've been meaning to get to all night and have yet to do so. Now, maybe.
