Day: August 31, 2015

  • Week-ending

    So, we popped to see my mum this weekend. Not many of those trips left, which makes me sad. I’m really going to miss my mum, but she has now got a tablet with skype and a front facing camera. So ra.

    Her exhibition is over, she sold one painting. Sadly Lisekard is, as she thought, too impoverished for people to buy paintings; lots of lovely comments though… so we photographed all the paintings and I’ll pop up a Esty shop for her in the next few days. She really, really, wants to raise more money for the Nepal appeal, so whilst we’re still in the country we’ll give her a hand with that.

    And, in case you missed this due to the ephemeral nature of twitter, I now have a visa appointment. Just under a month from now I’ll get the final answer on whether the US is happy to have me living there. Which’d be handy, because otherwise things are going to get a little bit interesting. Well, either way they’re going to get interesting. As it stands that does shuffle our schedule a little, moving it to the far end of October, rather than the middle, but in all honesty selling the house may take that long. And we’re not really in a position to move until the house is sold.

    In consideration of the need to sell the house, we came home early from my mum’s and managed to put in over an hour’s work tidying the garden. There is, therefore, creeping progress on that front. I’ve started to lift the section of path I laid under the apple tree which just doesn’t really work. The path that was planned to be a sort of secondary path is also going to be lifted, made a bit wider, then relaid as gravel (rather than bark chip) – to make it into a more ‘main’ path. I also laid the bricks that now mark the edge of the gravel path at it’s join to the crazy paving we found under the grass…

    …so it’s all go. Well, it’s some go.

    We were hoping to get the house on the market at the beginning of this week; that’s blatantly beyond us. I’m hoping that I can shuffle it to Friday or Saturday for the valuation. But we’ve got some fairly serious tidying to do in the meantime, and obviously, the house is currently lacking any doors. The deck’s not finished, and the garden’s still somewhat of a mess. We’ll just have to see what we can do.

  • superlucyjin:

    politicalidiocracy:

    vashtijoy:

    From i100 (The Independent):

    David Cameron is being quoted, almost word for word, by Marvel villains. Yes, really.

    The second volume of Captain Britain and the Mighty Defenders was published earlier this month.

    David Cameron is a literal comic book villain.

    that is some good fucking referencing right there

  • erinnightwalker:

    geostatonary:

    sixpenceee:

    “A house I pass on the way to work has this sculpture in its yard. Its about 8 feet tall.”

    (Source)

    “HELLO NEIGHBOR STEVE, I WOULD LIKE TO INVITE YOU TO BARBEQUE ON THE EVE OF THE BLOOD MOON.  I FEEL WE GOT OFF TO A BAD START.”

    “NEIGHBOR STEVE, DO YOU NOT WISH TO PARTAKE OF THE UNCLEAN FLESH-MEATS OF PIGS AND THE POLLUTED ESSENCES OF TOMATO?  PERHAPS YOU ARE A CAROLINA STYLE MAN, NEIGHBOR STEVE?”

    “PUT THE GUN AWAY NEIGHBOR STEVE, YOU KNOW I SHALL ONLY RISE AGAIN WITH THE DAWNING OF THE MOON.  WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH THIS MANY TIMES.”

    “LOOK AT THIS PICTURE MY SON DREW OF YOU AND CHILD TIMMY, YOUR SON.  ARE THEY NOT THE PICTURE OF PACT-MATES?  THIS COULD BE YOU AND ME, NEIGHBOR STEVE.”

    “YOU MISSED THE UNHOLY NEXUS OF POWER THAT IS THE KEY TO MY CORPOREAL FORM, NEIGHBOR STEVE.  YOU WILL NEED TO RELOAD NOW, SO I WILL GO INSIDE TO MY HELL-WIFE AND PUT YOU DOWN AS A SOLID ‘MAYBE’.“

    I have the feeling that the families get along great except for Steve. Like, the wives are baking (questionable) brownies together, the kids are playing together, Antler Guy occasionally takes Son and Timmy to school (no car, just carries them in huge swinging strides through a nexus of ungoldly sights in a swirling netherworld shortcut. Sometimes they stop for McDonalds). Hell-wife gave them a potted Audrey Jr., Steve’s wife (who I now christen Sharon) gave them a begonia.

    One time Steve tries throwing holy water but all Antler Guy does is thank him, saying that no, Antler Guy isn’t Catholic but it’s the thought that counts, he is so kind to water his creeping deathshade vines regardless.

    For Christmas Antler Guy gives Steve a case of ammunition. To be funny/sarcastically mean Steve gets Antler Guy the world’s most hideous Christmas sweater, singing light-up reindeer included. He immediately regrets it because not only does Antler Guy love it and wears it for several months, it will never need batteries because Antler Guy powers it with his own eldritch aura.

    When they come back from a holiday to Hawaii, Steve is horrified to find out Sharon bought them matching Hawaiian shirts. He is even more horrified that his wife means it that if he doesn’t wear it he will forever sleep on the couch.