Another snowstorm yesterday into last night...and this morning the view from my kitchen window is straight-up 'Game of Thrones'.
Looking out the sliding door...
HEY CHICKENS, HAVIN' A GOOD TIME, OUT THERE?
The rest of the yard looks like the World's Worst BBQ/Beach party.
Venturing outside, seven inches of snow overnight. The icicle crop has gone all Icicle Armageddon.
The kitchen window from the outside.
The big one has nearly made it to the ground.
Out in the chicken yard, the kid has been busy making snowmen.
Cthulhu on the left, a nod to Calvin & Hobbes on the right. The one on the right ripping it's own head off still needs a face, she had to come in to warm up a bit first.
A snowCthulhu...*wipes away a proud tear*
OK, I'll go shovel the patio and walk...wait--where the #@&* is the snow shovel?!
Ah. OK, so I need a snow shovel to unearth the snow shovel.
*sigh...*
Smart-ass Southern California Mom/Writer/Origami fumbler. These days loving our never dull, often absurd family life in the Northern Nevada Eastern Sierra mountains...with LOTS of chickens. Fluent in Snark.
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Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Highways 395 & 95 And High Weirdness
Another road trip to southern California, the kid and I set off down highway 395. It's pretty sparsely populated with a series of small towns threaded the length of the Owens valley.
One of these is Lone Pine. Lone Pine is apparently home to several wits. Their 'welcome' sign routinely 'gets damaged in the weather' (wink, wink) and ends up looking like an opening scene from a Blumhouse movie.
LOTS OF HARM. LOTS OF IT.
This time, the 'Welcome' sign was, sadly, intact. But never fear, some wag had set up a bit of public art!
Lone Pine has a special tree, grown from a seedling sent from England in 1900. You can see it behind the sign, on the left.
OK, cool little public interest thing...
Then we see what's lurking under the tree. It scared the Hell outta the kid at first, she thought it was a real person.
Haha. OK, we walk past the sign for the tree to check it out...
But wait...under the sign for the tree, people have hung...things.
You know...things.
The kid spots this hanging junk and slams to a halt, her instincts perfectly in place. She's already unhappy with the fake frozen guy, and this weird shit isn't helping. "Mom...why is that stuff hanging there...?"
I don't know, I tell her.
"But...wait--is that a ROCK?! Why did someone hang up rocks?!" Sounding decidedly freaked out. I turn, and her eyes are practically spinning around in her head.
It was marvelously creepy and we heartily approved. As we left, some people in a van screeched to a halt and exited their car laughing and pointing at the thing. We left them to discover the weird hanging junk display.
On the way home, weather on 395 demanded we detour up through Nevada on highway 95, which is wonderful and chock full of desert weirdness.
When you leave Bishop and fling yourself out on highway 6--the gateway to highway 95--they *warn* you.
Gas up, babies.
From there, you cross the White mountains, say a prayer to the gods of your choice and get on highway 95, traveling up through Nevada. There is *very* little out there...except mining towns and brothels.
Hey, here in Nevada we have STANDARDS.
Sue's motel. I looove this sign...
Sadly the motel is derelict.
LIVING UNDER POWER LINES CANNOT HURT YOU OR AFFECT YOUR BRAIN.
Again, Nevada. Weird is kinda what we *do* here.
Among other things Hawthorne has a military museum. A dog park adjacent is home to these wind sculptures made from surplus military bombs and other cool stuff.
These flowers turn in the wind and are a real eye catcher.
Some day when we have more time (and it isn't either the dead of winter or height of summer) we'll go back for a more extended trip to explore!
One of these is Lone Pine. Lone Pine is apparently home to several wits. Their 'welcome' sign routinely 'gets damaged in the weather' (wink, wink) and ends up looking like an opening scene from a Blumhouse movie.
LOTS OF HARM. LOTS OF IT.
This time, the 'Welcome' sign was, sadly, intact. But never fear, some wag had set up a bit of public art!
Lone Pine has a special tree, grown from a seedling sent from England in 1900. You can see it behind the sign, on the left.
OK, cool little public interest thing...
Then we see what's lurking under the tree. It scared the Hell outta the kid at first, she thought it was a real person.
Haha. OK, we walk past the sign for the tree to check it out...
But wait...under the sign for the tree, people have hung...things.
You know...things.
The kid spots this hanging junk and slams to a halt, her instincts perfectly in place. She's already unhappy with the fake frozen guy, and this weird shit isn't helping. "Mom...why is that stuff hanging there...?"
I don't know, I tell her.
"But...wait--is that a ROCK?! Why did someone hang up rocks?!" Sounding decidedly freaked out. I turn, and her eyes are practically spinning around in her head.
I still don't know, but I'm thinkin' next time we go by, I'd better be ready and leave a fetish of our own. I'm sure I can come up with something...
Meanwhile, we skirt the tree to get a closer look at frozen guy.
It was marvelously creepy and we heartily approved. As we left, some people in a van screeched to a halt and exited their car laughing and pointing at the thing. We left them to discover the weird hanging junk display.
On the way home, weather on 395 demanded we detour up through Nevada on highway 95, which is wonderful and chock full of desert weirdness.
When you leave Bishop and fling yourself out on highway 6--the gateway to highway 95--they *warn* you.
Gas up, babies.
From there, you cross the White mountains, say a prayer to the gods of your choice and get on highway 95, traveling up through Nevada. There is *very* little out there...except mining towns and brothels.
Hey, here in Nevada we have STANDARDS.
Sue's motel. I looove this sign...
Sadly the motel is derelict.
LIVING UNDER POWER LINES CANNOT HURT YOU OR AFFECT YOUR BRAIN.
Again, Nevada. Weird is kinda what we *do* here.
Among other things Hawthorne has a military museum. A dog park adjacent is home to these wind sculptures made from surplus military bombs and other cool stuff.
These flowers turn in the wind and are a real eye catcher.
Some day when we have more time (and it isn't either the dead of winter or height of summer) we'll go back for a more extended trip to explore!
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Attack Of The Giant Chicken
Just now there was a fat housecat half-heartedly stalking birds in my front yard...
The sparrows were barking, alerting everyone to his presence. Then the quail decided this was bullshit and really started after him, chasing him down...
Then my kid, who is home sick today and never got out of her pajamas, stepped out onto the porch dressed in a chicken onesie.
Once the giant chicken got involved that was it, that damned cat ran for the hills. Doubt he'll ever be back.
The sparrows were barking, alerting everyone to his presence. Then the quail decided this was bullshit and really started after him, chasing him down...
Then my kid, who is home sick today and never got out of her pajamas, stepped out onto the porch dressed in a chicken onesie.
Once the giant chicken got involved that was it, that damned cat ran for the hills. Doubt he'll ever be back.
Friday, October 13, 2017
Fun With Groceries
OK, now they're just fucking with me...
I'll admit when I picked it up in the store it broke my brain for a second.
In other news, I picked the entirety of the crop off my McIntosh apple tree the other day...
One.
And it was *tiny*. Oh well, the thing wasn't supposed to be old enough to produce yet, so more power to it!
I'll admit when I picked it up in the store it broke my brain for a second.
In other news, I picked the entirety of the crop off my McIntosh apple tree the other day...
One.
And it was *tiny*. Oh well, the thing wasn't supposed to be old enough to produce yet, so more power to it!
Saturday, December 24, 2016
Merry Chickmas!
You know, it's very telling that when you walk by a holiday display in the store your first reaction is to laugh and say, "PERFECT. The chickens can wear it!"
But by this time the chickens have lived with us long enough for all of them to start to look nervous and grumble under their breath when they see me coming with the camera and some demeaning object for them to model. Especially my long-suffering rooboys.
Because, you know, roosters being so impressive and grand all the time just look funnier in silly hats. Cam put his foot down and outright refused, so he caught a break this time
Marshmallow is the first to fall under the spell of the dapper lil' pimpin' hat.
Then it was Milton's turn.
OK, so Milton actually dug the hat.
Burger...ah...not so much.
"If you value your life, get this thing off my head NOW."
But to be fair that is a Brahma's facial expression 24/7, so you really don't know *what* irritates them. Although I think the little red hat is in the running.
But by this time the chickens have lived with us long enough for all of them to start to look nervous and grumble under their breath when they see me coming with the camera and some demeaning object for them to model. Especially my long-suffering rooboys.
Because, you know, roosters being so impressive and grand all the time just look funnier in silly hats. Cam put his foot down and outright refused, so he caught a break this time
Then it was Milton's turn.
OK, so Milton actually dug the hat.
Burger...ah...not so much.
"If you value your life, get this thing off my head NOW."
But to be fair that is a Brahma's facial expression 24/7, so you really don't know *what* irritates them. Although I think the little red hat is in the running.
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Fun With Other People's Signs, Southern California Edition
On a recent trip to southern California, I noticed that someone had made a fun little addition to a massage joint's sign...
And no, it wasn't me.
And no, it wasn't me.
Saturday, October 8, 2016
REDRUN!
So we're off to Virginia City again, this time to attend their annual Redrun! This is the fourth year they've done a zombie run, and this year they had two courses: a 3.33 mile and a 6.66 mile run. A portion of the proceeds went to The Comstock Cemetery Foundation which works to preserve and maintain the collection of cemeteries in the area.
They really worked on the backstory this year. Every runner starts out with two red flags (just like flag football), and the goal is to make it to the end of the course with two flags in order to collect 'vaccine' and save humanity. Runners can share flags in order for the group to collect as much vaccine as possible. Along the course there are not only obstacles and a grinding run through the hills of the area (at 6000+ feet in altitude!), but you have to dodge zombies (some staggering, others quick) AND a group called 'The Living Insane'. Revival stations along the way (where you could stay as long as you liked) served either water or beer, just to keep things, ahh...interesting (can you say Drunk Zombie Run?). In addition to the run there was a pre-run zombie parade and a BIG party afterwards.
While we didn't officially sign up, we still wanted to go as spectators. DEAD ONES. We never like to miss an opportunity to zombie up and have fun, so out came the makeup & props.
By the end of the day my husband's bloody makeup had run to such an extent that he was earning shocked, guarded second looks from people. The kid took along her fake arm as a zombie snack.
Since the course ran the entire town and the outlying hills, the entire town was a parking lot. We eventually found a spot.
We did feel bad for this guy, who obviously hadn't remembered that wild horses had the run of the town. I'm willing to bet he suddenly realized it when he stepped out.
The houses in VC are mostly quirky.
And the sidewalks stay in character.
They had really neat posters showing various stops/landmarks that were along the course. Of course, Virginia City fairly drips with history anyway, but today they emphathized the spookier aspects.
The starting point of the run was in the center of town next to The Bucket of Blood Saloon. Runners had a launch time for their run printed on their number bib, they launched fresh batches of runners every 10 minutes.
Also, I just liked the way her mask rode on her chin. :)
People had fun team names & outfits. I got the feeling that some of them traveled around the country and did this kind of thing for a living.
'No Really...I'm Fine'
This trio of Living Insane girls was amazing.
And let's just say right now that this little girl WON the day. She was a total hit with everyone, her doll was the clincher.
The loading area...
They'd enter here...
And each batch would be loaded into a cargo container. Locals who every day dress in 1800's character worked the event. The guns are real, loaded with blanks, and LOUD. As the runners were loaded into the container, they'd yell things like "Get your ass IN there!" and sternly shout at them that if they wanted to survive, they'd better pay attention. To add to the nervousness and apprehension of the runners, the people outside would shout, scream and bang on the container. The participants got the whole treatment!
A countdown buzzer would sound. The costumed westerners were taking aim at the waiting pack of zombies and would fire on them as sirens wailed, the doors opened and the runners emerged. The two girls in red were throwing handfuls of red dust on the runners as well.
This is what awaited the runners. A quarter mile of zombies and Living Insane at the start, then a left turn out of town and into the hills. The spectators were cool and lined the streets and stayed out of the way, no barricades required.
Time to start running for your life...
GO!
Lots of people in silly costumes. But a lot of people came to run from zombies, dammit, and were totally serious and into the experience. The westerners would take, long, slow, careful aim at the zombies before firing and really played their parts well.
The Deadpool team was hilarious. They'd run flailing their arms.
The Living Insane girl in the black dress & mask simply stood in the middle and stared at the guys with the guns, like a promise for later.
She was unsettling.
The westerners stayed marvelously in character the entire time and had their heroic posing down pat.
OK...you know how in horror movies there is always that *one person* who you know is a Star Trek Red Shirt? They are zombie fodder in a huge way, and if you have the misfortune to be trapped by them, your ass is as good as dead, too.
I'm looking you, person in the orange shirt/white hat cringing and plugging your ears on the right, there. The Zombie Apocalypse is NOT the time to wimp out over guns roaring in your ears, get your priorities straight and RUN, DUMMY!
But noooo, instead block the door and keep everyone behind you from surviving, forcing them to run around you.
Finally running, ears still covered though. Oh well, you know what they say: You don't have to be fast, just faster than the other guy.
The shooters do their job and a few zombies are felled...
...making it possible for most of the pack to escape.
As they get away, the zombies & Living Insane regroup for the next batch.
At this point we decided to relocate up the street a bit. We stood behind a barricade where the course took a sharp left, so I could safely take pictures and we wouldn't get trampled.
Looking back down the street, the runners will emerge from the right at the far end. The zombie gauntlet awaits as the siren sounds and shots are fired.
Here they come!
Checking to make sure he still has his flags...
Suddenly, a volunteer zombie lurches out of the crowd!
...and meekly lurches back again.
People laughed and ran around him.
We left the main street and drove around a bit to explore the course. Red arrows marked the way for the runners. Zombies & Living Insane spotted the course here and there, cheerfully waving to us.
As the course ran out into the hills, the rest stations popped up. Free water/beer!
As the runners left this station, they had to run up the dirt roads into the hills, where we could not follow in the car.
Refreshments sounded good to us, so we stopped for burgers & root beer floats. After that, it was time for us to leave Virginia City for the day.
But the kid has already decided that she wants to go next year and run with a group of friends!
They really worked on the backstory this year. Every runner starts out with two red flags (just like flag football), and the goal is to make it to the end of the course with two flags in order to collect 'vaccine' and save humanity. Runners can share flags in order for the group to collect as much vaccine as possible. Along the course there are not only obstacles and a grinding run through the hills of the area (at 6000+ feet in altitude!), but you have to dodge zombies (some staggering, others quick) AND a group called 'The Living Insane'. Revival stations along the way (where you could stay as long as you liked) served either water or beer, just to keep things, ahh...interesting (can you say Drunk Zombie Run?). In addition to the run there was a pre-run zombie parade and a BIG party afterwards.
While we didn't officially sign up, we still wanted to go as spectators. DEAD ONES. We never like to miss an opportunity to zombie up and have fun, so out came the makeup & props.
By the end of the day my husband's bloody makeup had run to such an extent that he was earning shocked, guarded second looks from people. The kid took along her fake arm as a zombie snack.
Since the course ran the entire town and the outlying hills, the entire town was a parking lot. We eventually found a spot.
We did feel bad for this guy, who obviously hadn't remembered that wild horses had the run of the town. I'm willing to bet he suddenly realized it when he stepped out.
The houses in VC are mostly quirky.
And the sidewalks stay in character.
They had really neat posters showing various stops/landmarks that were along the course. Of course, Virginia City fairly drips with history anyway, but today they emphathized the spookier aspects.
The starting point of the run was in the center of town next to The Bucket of Blood Saloon. Runners had a launch time for their run printed on their number bib, they launched fresh batches of runners every 10 minutes.
Also, I just liked the way her mask rode on her chin. :)
People had fun team names & outfits. I got the feeling that some of them traveled around the country and did this kind of thing for a living.
'No Really...I'm Fine'
This trio of Living Insane girls was amazing.
And let's just say right now that this little girl WON the day. She was a total hit with everyone, her doll was the clincher.
The loading area...
They'd enter here...
And each batch would be loaded into a cargo container. Locals who every day dress in 1800's character worked the event. The guns are real, loaded with blanks, and LOUD. As the runners were loaded into the container, they'd yell things like "Get your ass IN there!" and sternly shout at them that if they wanted to survive, they'd better pay attention. To add to the nervousness and apprehension of the runners, the people outside would shout, scream and bang on the container. The participants got the whole treatment!
A countdown buzzer would sound. The costumed westerners were taking aim at the waiting pack of zombies and would fire on them as sirens wailed, the doors opened and the runners emerged. The two girls in red were throwing handfuls of red dust on the runners as well.
This is what awaited the runners. A quarter mile of zombies and Living Insane at the start, then a left turn out of town and into the hills. The spectators were cool and lined the streets and stayed out of the way, no barricades required.
Time to start running for your life...
GO!
The Deadpool team was hilarious. They'd run flailing their arms.
The Living Insane girl in the black dress & mask simply stood in the middle and stared at the guys with the guns, like a promise for later.
She was unsettling.
The westerners stayed marvelously in character the entire time and had their heroic posing down pat.
OK...you know how in horror movies there is always that *one person* who you know is a Star Trek Red Shirt? They are zombie fodder in a huge way, and if you have the misfortune to be trapped by them, your ass is as good as dead, too.
I'm looking you, person in the orange shirt/white hat cringing and plugging your ears on the right, there. The Zombie Apocalypse is NOT the time to wimp out over guns roaring in your ears, get your priorities straight and RUN, DUMMY!
But noooo, instead block the door and keep everyone behind you from surviving, forcing them to run around you.
Finally running, ears still covered though. Oh well, you know what they say: You don't have to be fast, just faster than the other guy.
The shooters do their job and a few zombies are felled...
...making it possible for most of the pack to escape.
As they get away, the zombies & Living Insane regroup for the next batch.
At this point we decided to relocate up the street a bit. We stood behind a barricade where the course took a sharp left, so I could safely take pictures and we wouldn't get trampled.
Looking back down the street, the runners will emerge from the right at the far end. The zombie gauntlet awaits as the siren sounds and shots are fired.
Here they come!
Checking to make sure he still has his flags...
Suddenly, a volunteer zombie lurches out of the crowd!
...and meekly lurches back again.
People laughed and ran around him.
We left the main street and drove around a bit to explore the course. Red arrows marked the way for the runners. Zombies & Living Insane spotted the course here and there, cheerfully waving to us.
As the course ran out into the hills, the rest stations popped up. Free water/beer!
As the runners left this station, they had to run up the dirt roads into the hills, where we could not follow in the car.
Refreshments sounded good to us, so we stopped for burgers & root beer floats. After that, it was time for us to leave Virginia City for the day.
But the kid has already decided that she wants to go next year and run with a group of friends!
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