Long Delayed Update

In FlightA friend pointed out to me recently that I haven’t really updated since going to West Virginia three weeks ago. “What have you been up to? People want to know!” he insisted. Well, all right then. What I’ve been up to.

I started raising bees after getting back, because if one of my favorite authors can do it, surely I can too. It’s been quite fun, I’ve given each of the 500 bees their own name based on personality. There’s Fuzzy, Spunky, Flighty, Zippy, Sluggy, Bashful, Dizzy, Spazzy, Giggly, Loudmouth, Horny, Lazy, Chatterbox, and Purple Nurple… to name a few. I’ll spare you pictures of all of my little bee friends, but here’s just one. I think this one is Zsa Zsa. Or is it Portly? I get the two so confused.

Last week I met Delta Burke. For those who don’t know what’s up with the former-Suzanne-Sugarbaker, she’s now living in a gorgeous plantation-style mansion in the Deep South, also known as the Fairlington neighborhood of Arlington. Her twin daughters had been kidnapped by Gary Coleman by order of former mayor Marion Barry, and I had to wrestle Coleman and his flunkies on top of a Metro train speeding underneath the Potomac River. You’ll be relieved to know that Delta and her adorable children (Sigma and Theta) are now reunited. After all that was over, we ate rhubarb-strawberry pie, the perfect end to all adventures.

Then, earlier in the week, while at the public library I found a copy of the Necrocodex mere seconds after a bratty little kid summoned up That Which Cannot Be Named from the depths of the sunken city of R’leyh. (Due to its power to sap electricity, I couldn’t get a picture. But here’s an artist’s rendition of the event.)

Now, this was not good. First, the Dolly Madison Public Library will need all new carpets, because that slime is not coming out no matter how much cleaning solution and Stain-B-Gone they use. I mean, seriously, that is some putrid stuff. So who’s going to pay for that? The unfortunate tax payers of Fairfax County, that’s whom. (Good thing I live in Arlington now.)

Second, I am pretty sure that I lost my retainer in the scuffle. My orthodontist is going to kill me. I’m sure he’s going to think I accidentally threw it out with the rest of my lunch while at school. Those things are expensive.

Third, have you ever actually fought That Which Cannot Be Named? It’s a real pain in the rear, believe you me. Just tentacles and eyeballs and nothing to really punch. Honestly, if there hadn’t been a nearby cement mixer just parked with the keys still in the ignition, I’m not sure just what I’d have done. As it is, I was only able to immobilize it long enough to rename That Which Cannot Be Named to something that rolls of the tongue a little more. And I’ve always liked the name Raoul.

So, with Raoul scurrying back off to R’leyh (Raoul had to go fill out all sorts of name change forms), that just about wrapped up what I’ve been doing these last three weeks.

Oh yeah, and last night I went running for 10 miles.

…Yeah, who am I kidding, I didn’t think you’d believe that last one either.

  

  

(Hopefully everyone else has been having a more exciting last couple of weeks! I think I can sum it up as being nothing but working, running, playing Phoenix Wright and Puzzle Quest on the NintendoDS, watching some HBO shows, and a tiny bit of reading. Bring on something more riveting in September!)

Go West, Young Man

After a busy couple of weeks, it was time to get out of town for a long weekend; I knew I was going to be busy up through August 5th, so it made perfect sense to me to pick the next weekend as a chance to escape. So, Charlie and I threw our bags in the car and went west. Well, as far as Lost River, West Virginia, at any rate.

On The Edge Of ForeverIt was nice to head back to the Guest House at Lost River again; I’d been there last summer with a good group of friends to hang out and play bridge, so I already knew what I was getting into. In short? Lots of swimming, hiking, eating, napping, and gorgeous scenery.

I remember last year thinking that it had literally been almost half a decade since I’d gone on a vacation that didn’t involve some sort of “event” (family get-together, convention, race, or the like) but was merely to be somewhere else and enjoy the change of scenery. It’s something I’m really enjoying adding back into my life, something I didn’t realize I was missing until I had it once again.

As for the trip itself, it was great. Everything was as beautiful as I remembered, the weather was perfect (about 10 to 15 degrees cooler than DC and no real humidity to speak of), and we met some really nice people at the Guest House who were really great, fun guys to talk to. We ended up swapping contact information at the end with some of the guys, and I hope we can all get together at some point and just grab dinner or hang out or such.

The ViewReally, the closest thing I can find to a downside over the entire trip was that I read two of the most disappointing books in quite some time while on the trip. Neither was bad, per se, but ones that did not live up to their potential in the slightest. Fortunately that wasn’t the case with the actual trip; I’d much rather have my disappointment in print form. (And I rediscovered the evilness of Puzzle Quest while on the trip after having finished off the second book. It was just a matter of time until that game pulled me back in. I think I’m getting near the end of it now, though.) And really, who cares about a bad book when you’ve got that sort of view awaiting you at the end of an hour’s hike?

I wish I was still out in West Virginia right now, to be honest, just relaxing and sitting by the pool, or enjoying the gorgeous scenery. Don’t get me wrong, it’s always nice to be back home after a trip, but I’m already looking forward to my next trip to Lost River. There’s something about its peaceful nature that makes me want to keep going back. I guess that says it all, really.

Apparently, Some People Think I’m A Slut

18-Miler Reward: Part 2Greg: Yeah, so the 18-miler on Sunday went really well.
Male Co-Worker: Ah, nice! What did you do afterwards?
Greg: I decided it was time to reward myself, so I did so with Five Guys.
Male Co-Worker: Really? *boggled* Wow. Good for you.
Greg: Yeah, it was fantastic.
Female Co-Worker: Good call!

(five minutes later)

Greg: I’m so glad there isn’t a Five Guys Burgers and Fries near the office.
Male Co-Worker: Oh wow, I thought you were talking about something completely different. This makes much more sense now.

 

*sigh* I’m not really sure I want to ask how he even gets that sort of idea, to be honest.