Possibly white hickory tussock moth caterpillars.  (Be careful; they sting.  Fortunately I didn’t find this out the hard way.)—-4 August 2014 Possibly white hickory tussock moth caterpillars.  (Be careful; they sting.  Fortunately I didn’t find this out the hard way.)—-4 August 2014

Possibly white hickory tussock moth caterpillars.  (Be careful; they sting.  Fortunately I didn’t find this out the hard way.)
4 August 2014


Only got honked at twice today. Progress.

In other news, my father is flying out tomorrow morning which means that a) I will be back to my regularly scheduled life and no longer spending all of my time with him setting up an apartment and doing driving dry runs. And b) I will no longer have the hotel wifi to rely on and if the Time Warner Cable technician doesn’t come to my house promptly at 1:00 pm tomorrow, I don’t have an end to this threat but it isn’t going to be pretty.

I’ve spoken with 9 different Time Warner Cable customer service reps in the past 3 days. Their system is crazy inefficient out of control. They are just now transitioning to digital (wtf. I thought everyone did that four years ago.) And each rep tells me conflicting information. They are the worst. I would take Comcast over Time Warner any day of the week.

Long story made not that short, I still don’t have wifi in my apartment. Hopefully I’ll get it tomorrow afternoon, but that’s partly why the tumbling has been a bit sporadic. 

Our attempts to get home internet activated in our new domicile resulted in exchanges like this:

my sweetie: “Tech support, this is Sam Wesson, how may I help you with your FiOS?”
me: *laughing*
my sweetie: “It would be great except Dean Smith keeps trying to sell me more services.”


my sweetie: “I really think they’re just making it up as they go along.”
me: “Not only does the left hand not know what the right is doing, but the hands don’t know what the legs, tentacles, and eyestalks are doing either.”



in the 90s david duchovny went into x files internet chat rooms and was like ‘hey it’s david i want to talk about the x files’ but nobody believed it was him i’m crying

I want to believe.

(1) Hi, new followers!  I am in that awkward stage of a same-city (same neighborhood, even) move where one’s belongings are spread between the new house and the old house.  Between that and not having Internet at the new place, I am only sporadically around right now.

(2) Wow, um, tumblr radar.  Unexpected!  In a good way.  Glad so many people liked the idea of a playful black dog, or thought the pawprints were cute, or whatever.

It’s part of an occasional series of microstories (and other relevant stuff) of an eerie alternate Pittsburgh.  More in my Pitetsbkrrh tag.  (Inspired by violetimpudence’s post, which is super-awesome.)

I post my own photos under (surprise) photos.  If you’re not looking for anything specific but just liked the random mix of stuff I tend to post lately … super!  More will doubtless be along shortly.  >.>  Or well, eventually.

I can wash the dishes without feeling like I need to start sniffing glue to get through this.  Dishes?  Silverware?  Sterilizing wooden spoons?  Not exactly fun, but BFD.  The new hateness is packing.  Also unpacking.  Moving boxes.  Anything whatsoever that has to do with boxes.


New genre, Alpaca Noir  ~

"Drawing breath, the cold mountain air filled the detective’s lungs as he and his knowing alpaca strode into a new morning"

The alpaca in question has a knowing and steely gaze that remembers times lost

Future Bible Heroes covering The Human League’s “Don’t You Want Me”

Sometimes, even the black dog can’t resist the urge to press its paws against a freshly painted fence and go for a stroll.
St. Edmund’s Academy, 10 August 2014
ETA: Like this enough to want it in a print, case, or skin?  I’ve made it available on s6.

  1. Camera: SONY NEX-3N
  2. Aperture: f/6.3
  3. Exposure: 1/200th
  4. Focal Length: 50mm





What kind of article did I just read? Are they seriously suggesting that cartilage piercings are new? I got my cartilage pierced 6 times in high school. I’ve let them all grow out except my industrial which I had done in 2007. I’ve seen tragus piercings and tiny septum piercings for years and I don’t live in the bustling metropolis of NYC which just about anything goes fashion wise.

lmao I couldnt bring myself to read all of it but uh wow? that article was odd? i cant really put my finger on why it irked me?

Classism. What this reeks of is rampant classism. Because what has actually happened is that a generation of upperclass college kids has decided that they will not be removing their piercings when they enter the high-paying professional fields that their privilege affords them positions in, and this is a magical revolution of making piercings, which have never been gone so can’t really be back, ‘Classy’ and ‘Subtle’ and ‘Sophisticated’

I’m almost certain that any piercing I got at a fucking New Jersey mall Piercing Pagoda circa 1996 is not new or stylish or classy or whatever the fuck, New York Times.

(I know, I know, I was a young dumb teenager, subsequent piercings have been done by proper piercers, I promise.)

As a young dumb teenager I had my cartilage pierced at a Claire’s so I feel you.  (And even at the time I knew there were better choices but impulse decisions are fun.  Or something.)

Laundry day, Manor Theater, Squirrel Hill
14 August 2014

  1. Camera: SONY NEX-3N
  2. Aperture: f/5
  3. Exposure: 1/60th
  4. Focal Length: 33mm