Wickles

Currently Listening: Black Eternity - B-Complex

So, yesterday, while in Winn-dixy, in the pickle ail, I noticed something strange on the shelf.

That strangness, was the prescience of the wickles.

I had to take a picture as proof that this existed. I don't know if this is the most clever name for a product that I've ever seen, or if it's the worst epic failure.

They're supposed to be 'Wickedly Delicious Pickles', hence the name 'Wickles'.

I just thought that I'd share that.

I have another riddle for you.

When the lights dim down, I come out to play.
I make pictures, and light your way home.
I am easily confused with satellites.

What am I?

Ye Ol' Faire

Currently Listening: Cherry Bomb - Joan Jett

As promised, I took pictures it the faire today, and also as promised, I will tell you about them.

When we walked in, and paid our two dollar admission, (by "We" I mean my grandpa and I), we were given a sticker that said "Perishables: Treat with Care" No, I do not have a picture.

Anyway, The guy giving out stickers gave one to my grandpa, then said "I'm sorry sir, we've run out of stickers, so your daughter will have to stay with me." While holding mine on his finger. Then, I obviously looked strange, because he handed me a sticker without further word.

This is why I will never have a husband.
I'd have to find someone who thinks that my strangness is normal.

He'd also have to put up with-

How about I save this for another blog?

Anyway, they first thing we saw when we set foot on the grounds, was the jousting. Which wasn't that great, however, it was still jousting. The lances were about an inch and a half thick, and the horses were rescued animals from the humane society. The knights where not rude like they have been in past years though, and they jousted, shattering their flimsy lances into splinters of wood; which were later gathered up, signed by the knights, and sold to people for five dollars.

(When we got home, and I told my grandma about that, she said "If I'm going to pay money for something like that, it better have been signed by King Arther himself.")

My grandpa and I wondered around aimlessly for about an hour and a half, looking at everything.

I also got to see several fake rocks.

That's right. Fake rocks.

Who gets fake rocks for anything? Fake rocks?! Fake! Rocks! I think that I was the only one weirded out by this. People sat on the fake rocks. People walked past the fake rocks. People kicked the fake rocks. Totally obiblious.

The whole time we where there, I watched the fake rocks from the corner of my eye, ready to grab the nearest sharp object should it jump up and try to dominate the world with it's fake rockness.

Or maybe, it would start crying and yelling "I'm so confused!" when the real rocks called it names; because fake rocks can never become real rocks. It's a law of nature. Now, it it wanted to become a tree stump, that's a different storey altogether.


So back to today. There where a lot of people with swords and daggers of course, but the quality was crap. There was no way that any sword at the faire could ever be used in real combat. They would be broken with the first touch of a real sword. No, scratch that, the real sword would show up, and the flimsy one would just shatter at the sight of it. Kind of like the fake rock with the real rock.

I still like to play with them though.
A sword in a sword as long as it's sharp and pointy.

Probably my favorite part about the faire, are the signs. Like this one.

Places like comic con, and the national gaming competition have signs like these, and it's not looked on a weird at all, so why not the Renaissance faire.

Every time I look at it, it makes me smile.

However, I looked for the dragons. I wanted a sexy dragon guy to bring home with me, but all I could find was a girl in mascot dragon suite. So that was a bust.

I also looked for Camelot, and was told that I was off my head by some knights who where drinking coffee.

That's okay though, I wouldn't know how to explain the dragon chained to my bed to my mom anyway.





I only saw this guy once, when he was telling some kids that he could only make animals from balloons.

I think he was supposed to be a jester.


I also think that he does a bad job at being a jester.


Maybe he and the fake rock should get together, and form a union or something.

The bird show was the second thing we watched in the stadium. There where two different owls, and a halk.

The owl in the picture didn't want to go to the guy when he was called.

The halk just flew away.

Really. When he was released from his cage, the halk flew to it's perch, but soon after, flew away to a really tall tree outside the grounds.

The bird man was talking about how halks have brilliant eyesight, and hunt rabbits. then he said, "Release the rabbit!" and a tow car with bunny ears entered the stadium, and the halk swooped down on it and held on, even after the car started to move again. So the halk clawed the 'rabbit', who was apparently a zombie, until the birdman gave him a treat to let go.

This in chainmail. Chainmail is amazing. We applaud the chainmale. However, this chainmail is rusty. The chainmail is still amazing.

Not only does it protect knights in battle, but it looks good while protecting the knights in battle.

Say it with me.

The. Chainmail. Is. Amazing.

That is all.

This is a doll from a vendor stand. I have no idea what she was doing at a Renaissance faire. She's not even dressed in period clothing.

They were selling her though, and as a doll collector, I had to drool over her.

Drool


Drool


Drool


Drool


Drool




Now, every year that I'ce been to the renassance faire, there is a place called "Mad Dogs Tavern" and they, in my opinion, have the best drink at the faire.


Homemade lemonade.


You can make this lemonade at home, is a cup of sugar, and a cup of lemon juice; but here, you get a nifty bottle to go with it.

I now have two.

(Also, in the picture, if you look closly, you can see the reflection of my grandpa, and me takeing the picture)


I have saved the best for the last, and I must say, it is the best costume that I have ever seen. Ever.

*Brumroll please*

Ta da!

This man is on stilts, dressed as an Int from The Lord of the Rings. How cool is that!

I love that he put so much betailing into it.

If I wasn't afriad that I might make him fall down, I would have hugged him.

That's how much I loved the costume.

I just thought that this picture was cool. It's like he's grabbing for something, but he's not.

The sun was at just the right angle and everything.

That's all the pictures from the faire. I was to busy enjoying it to take photos of everything.

In case you were wondering though, the awswer to yesterdays riddle was Air.

You can't live without air, and air sings.

I'll blog tommorow too, hopefully. and I have a picture of wickles. You have to wait till tommorow to find out was wickles are though.

I'm going to go crawl in the bed.

Goodnight.

...in which I talk of nothing...

Currently Listening: The Ocean(Moon Version) - The Bravery

This morning I woke up and thought that is was Monday. It wasn’t until I was about to walk out the door did I realize that it was Friday. Oh, and what a Friday. Today was probably the best Friday that I’ve had in months.

Aside from the chemistry test that I took this afternoon.

Tomorrow, I get to go to ye lo’ renaissance faire, and watch knights in authentic armor beat each other with lances, while simultaneously riding on agitated horses.

Bloody good fun, I say. My grandpa is going with me this year, since my mom can’t. That means that I will be given many history lessons, and I will have someone who will drool over the deadly weapons with me.

However, I’ve decided not to dress up this year. I’m going to wear my normal clothes. (Although, come to think of it, most of my clothes look like costumes anyway.) Oh well.

I have a snood on my head.

My snood has decided to like me today.

On to better news, I came up with a riddle.

I am neither loud, nor soft when I whisper in your ear.
When I make my anger known, no mercy do I show.
You can not see me, but you need me to survive.

What am I?

Try and answer this. Anyone who gets it right will receive virtual hugs, and possibly a few words that don’t make sense.


Link Time!

I’ve actually been meaning to post these for a while. The links to two web comics that I read.

The first being Winters in Lavelle.

It’s about Two siblings, who by using a magic globe, find themselves in a strange land, and in the company of many enchanting characters.

http://wintersinlavelle.com/?p=13

Really, my description does not give it justice, but once you starting reading, be prepared to be sitting at your computer for several hours. It’s that captivating.

The second is Gunnerkrigg Court.

The tale of Antimony Carver a young girl who has just started attending a strange and mysterious school called Gunnerkrigg Court; and the events that unfold around her as she becomes embroiled in political intrigues between Gunnerkrigg Court and the inhabitants of the Gillitie Wood, a forest outside the school.

http://www.gunnerkrigg.com/archive_page.php?comicID=1

Also, if you start reading this, be prepared to be sitting in front of your computer, and developed a withdrawal complex when you get to more recent pages.


I apologize if this post seems jagged, and random. In my defense, I am really tired.
I'll make up for it by posting pictures of the faire with vivid detail tomorrow when I get home.

This Is Why I Try Not to Read at School

Currently Listening: Brothers on a Hotel Bed - Death Cab For Cutie

On a day like today in algebra class, my mind wonders because I have been reading all morning. So while I'm not paying attention to the math lesson that I will never use. I daydream.

However, today, I have a splitting headache, and I want to sleep, to nap, to shut my brain down and let the pillows take over.

But, alas, in algebra I write my notes, for I must if I ever wish to leave high school.

My mom is have surgery tomorrow, so I'm staying out of school to be with her at the hospital.

I don't know what it is about hospitals, but I always get this unclean feeling from them. It's not like I dislike them or anything, but when you're surrounded by coughing people who don't cover their noses when they sneeze, it's hard not to be a tad paranoid.

It may just be me though, because I'm told that it's not normal to wipe your desk off before you sit down.

I re-read Beastly by Alex Flinn yesterday, and Tithe by Holly Black today. My friend named Cameron likes to read the back of the covers in a deep narrator voice, and every time, I tell him that she should grow up and be a reader for audio books.

About a week ago, I was reading Sin Undone by Larissa Ione, and he started to read the back, but he threw it down on my desk and fussed about vampires and werewolves for a while.

Now for an example of my nerdyness.

Friday, MGM had it's homecoming pep rally, and because my chemistry teacher is to preoccupied with her cheer leaders to teach us, she took my class out to the bleachers while they ran through things. Now, I was sitting with my buddies, and we made a group decision to sneak off to the library before it started. So, as students began poring into the bleachers, we removed ourselves from them.

Then, when we go to the library, two more of my buddies popped up out of nowhere, and we parted in the library.

and by "parted" I mean sat around one of the tables discussing various topics.

It was fun.

Shiver

Currently Listening - The Ocean (Sun Version) by: The Bravery

On a whim, I got Maggie Stiefvater's Shiver, from the library at school while I was waiting a tudor Thursday.

I stayed up until one this morning to finish reading it. It was that good.

Does that tell you anything? I'm trying to convince my mom to take me to the bookstore this weekend to buy the sequel, Linger.

So in a town called Mercy Falls, there is a pack of wolves. Werewolves, but not the average change-with-the-moon wolves.They change with winter, becoming human again in the spring.

Sam, is one of these wolves. He watched Grace from the wood behind her house, just as she watched him. Grace is obsessed with the wolves, and has taken to calling Sam Her wolf.

Anyway, Sam has never talked to Grace, until this winter.


After the "death" of one of Mercy Falls' students, party's are gathering to hunt down the wolves. Sam is shot and changes back into a human on Grace's doorstep.

In short, this is a story of a young couple in love, with some supernatural thrill thrown in the mix.

Now I know that this sounds lame, but it's different from the other teen romance novels that I've read. I can't seem to put my finger on the reason though.

I don't want to ruin to much, but this is a definite must read for anyone who enjoys supernatural fiction.

You can see to book trailers made by Maggie herself on the book website. - http://www.maggiestiefvater.com/shiver/index.php



and checkout extras on Maggie Stiefater's official site - http://www.maggiestiefvater.com/


My mother's boyfriend is taking us to the mall Friday, so I'll be able to get the sequel.

My Nose Hates me

Currently Listening - White Noise

Two days ago, I woke up and felt like I was dying.

I am sick.

I've missed two days of school because of this. Two days of school in which I will have missed valuable notes, and one unit test in history, not to mention the things that I've missed in algebra. I am so very skrewed.

Anyway, today while laying around the living room, drinking orange juice, and watching t.v (because that's what I do when I'm sick) I discovered a show called Heroes on G4.

To my surprise, the show wasn't as bad as I thought it to be. I was expecting some crappy spin off from Smallville or something like it, but it was rather interesting. It revolves around a few individuals who have superhuman abilities, and how their stories intertwine.

So, I had a few lazy days, in which my nose tormented me.

The good news? There is no good news. Now that I'm back in school, I have a ton of make up work to complete, and two tests that I must take.

No, I take that back, there is good news. Today, because my team won in a review game we did in French One, I now own a button that has the word Cheese in french.

Why is this awesome? because said button has a COW saying the word cheese in french on it.

It made me smile.

I haven't smiled in three days. It's like smiling makes the wold of algerys and sickness hate you or something. That's what it feels like.

Anyhow, yesterday, I had to go back to the Doctor to get the shot that they where supposed to give me Monday. As it turns out, when the nurse came into the exam room to give me my medicine and tell me to leave, she was mistaken.

So now my bum hurts because of a shot that I may or may not be allergic to.

Isn't that nice.

I do have a story to tell however. A story about how, when going to Florida last weekend, my mother made me drive n the interstate. Alas, that is for another post.

Blip

Blagh, not much happened today.

I wanted to drop a link to a web comic that I'm currently reading though.

So here it is.

http://blipcomic.com/

Have fun.

Cheers!