We watched Iron Man tonight. It was fun. I want to know why he’s Iron Man instead of Ironman. Because Batman wasn’t Bat Man. I mean…what makes him so special? …besides the obvious flying-shooting-superstrong suit thing.
Um yea. I liked it. I decided so far I like Tony Stark better than Bruce Wayne, but I like the Batman better than the Iron Man. [another thing. “Iron Man”?? really? SO original. What about something cool? Like, I dunno, Stormageddon, Dark Lord Of All. oh wait, I forgot, that’s taken…]
The movie was funnier than the Batman movies were. And less scary. And I don’t feel scarred for life. So that’s good. These superhero things are improving.
or my mind is turning to mush.
Which is highly likely.
Guess what I did at work today? …And by “at work,” I mean for ten hours and fifteen minutes straight, all day, starting at 7:00am. Did you guess?
Well, you’re wrong. That’s not what I did.
I helped pull up, clean off, sort, gather and tie into bunches, haul out of the field, and hang to dry approximately 6,500 garlic plants.
Yea, I washed my hands six times AND showered, and I STILL smell like it. I think it’s just going to be a permanent smell in my head now.
Kinda weird, when you smell dinner and it smells like garlic. And then you smell your tea and it also smells like garlic. And then you smell your, I dunno, piano, and it smells like garlic too.
Not that I went and smelled my piano…
And yea, that’s right, six thousand, five hundred plants. What.
I have definitely officially gone mental because I narrate my life out loud to myself. I’m house sitting for these people for three weeks and it involves staying at their house in town at night and like living there by myself. And I pretty much talk out loud to myself every second that I’m awake and alone here.
Must be a result of being a Townie for once in my life.
But man, if I didn’t fear for my life living in town all by myself like this, it would be pretty much fantastic. I mean, it IS pretty much fantastic, just not at night when I have to go to bed. Because the front door has a window in it and I can see out and somehow that freaks. me. out. like you have no idea.
Who puts a window in their door?? I mean come on. Totally not cool. I walk around through the dark hallway behind the kitchen and living room to get to the stairs, rather than passing the front-door-window. Yea, I’ve discovered a new phobia.
Also, the way I travel through the house at night is unique. I turn on the lights as I come to them, then go back and turn off the ones I left behind. So I don’t have the entire house lit. I just have a little patch of light that follows me. It’s very inefficient because I have to go ahead and turn on a hall light then run back and turn off the light in the room I was just in then run ahead and turn on a light in the next room then run back and turn off the hall light, and so on and so forth.
But I’m getting a lot of exercise so it’s all good.
No, I’m totally not afraid of the dark. I’m only afraid of the Vashta Nerada.
O___O DUN DUN DUN.
…actually I’m kidding if they ate me I’d be dead so it wouldn’t matter. I’m scared of the front-door-window.
I’m going to New Hampshire tomorrow to stay a couple days with a dancer friend from college and do Summer Sacred Shenanigans (yea that’s what it’s called). In other words, we both were part of Sacred Dance last year and we’re going to get together and choreograph something and performing it for her church on Sunday.
And this is going to be weird…o_O
Speaking of weird, I’m going to go narrate myself into bed now. ‘Night.
k the dogs are barking and there was DEFINITELY just a sound from the front-door-window.
If this was Iron Man I would get up and go down there and see what it was, and get blown up or shot through the head or captured and tortured in some dark prison for the rest of my life as a result. However it’s not Iron Man so I feel no obligation to get blown up or tortured and I’m going to go hide behind my pillow with my security blanket and my pocket knife now instead. Kbai. If I don’t show up for breakfast tomorrow, its because some giant robot-ized machine-person came and tore the house open and ate me. And the dogs.
Give me a decent funeral. Even if you can’t find my body because a giant robot-ized machine-person ate it.