All names, all names
Mom: First of all, how are you?
Kelsey: Eh, I'm okay.
Mom: What!? What's wrong?!? Is it your job? Money? Boys? Car? Cats?
Kelsey: ...I think I'm coming down with a cold.
Mom: ...oh.
My internet at home stopped working. It's very, very frustrating. Perhaps I should stop stealing internet and try to get my own internet. Eh. For now, I'll just use my work internet.
This was a good weekend, except for the part where my cough came back and my nose started dripping.
"Vercingetorix Throws His Arms at the Feet of Caesar" by Lionel Royer, 1889. Portrays the surrender of Vercingetorix (a Gaul I presume) to Gaius Julius Caesar. There's a picture of this in Tom Holland's Rubicon, which I've been reading all weekend. Isn't it the most badass picture ever? A dude with the greatest Evil Overlord name ever interrupts an execution to throw down his weapons and surrender to our pal Gaius there.
Isn't that just the most badass picture ever? To copy a method of Cute Overload's, AWESOME-HANCE.
It's so amazing, that the guy who is in the middle of being killed just stares at Vercingetorix in awe. WHAT. Why don't they make art like this anymore.
-Took Marty to his first vet appointment! He put up less of a fight than I thought he would. He was very easily put into the carrier and only yowled a little in the first few minutes. He mostly lay down and tried to see out the window from his carrier. In the vet's office, everyone went crazy for him. Apparently Countryside Animal Clinic doesn't get a whole lot of baby animals, just return clients (kittens and puppies grow up, you know). Everyone wanted to see Marty and pet him and hold him and coo at him. At one point, one of the nurses tried to explain to me about testing for heartworms, and Marty climbed up onto her shoulder and started sniffing around. She shouted, "I LOVE MY JOB!" They insisted on taking pictures of him "to commemorate his first vet appointment," which normally requires one picture (for the owner) but they took two so they could put a picture of him up on the wall.
-Also, what's up with a dude calling me to say he's sick, but he'll call me later. Then, when he does call, he doesn't talk a whole lot, and is in fact silent for a whole five minutes, and when I ask him about it, he's apparently watching youtube videos and his voice hurts too much to talk. Why would he call me, or alternatively, why would he call me and (not) have a conversation with me, when he should have just said, "I know I said I would call you, but it hurts to talk." What is up with that?
-Strike on Sunday was more fun than I thought it would be. Scott showed me how to properly hold and use an electric drill, so now I don't actually strip all the drills, and instead they come out in seconds. Very awesome! However, when I went to help unload the truck at the storage facility, I locked my keys in my car.
New Joke:
Q. How many Sterling Playmakers does it take to get a locked car unlocked?
A. Ten, or just one smart one with a cinderblock.
It took the ten of us twenty minutes to wiggle a wire hanger and a long stick of wood* down the car door (aided with tools conveniently kept in storage). It was very exciting when we finally got it open. People teased me about it at the cast party - "You do have your keys, right?" they kept saying. I was very very grateful. It was very very nice of them to stick around and help me when they didn't need to.
-Saw Star Trek again on Sunday night! Giggled way way more than I ought to have.
*Yes, yes I know. We covered them all last night.
Kelsey: Eh, I'm okay.
Mom: What!? What's wrong?!? Is it your job? Money? Boys? Car? Cats?
Kelsey: ...I think I'm coming down with a cold.
Mom: ...oh.
My internet at home stopped working. It's very, very frustrating. Perhaps I should stop stealing internet and try to get my own internet. Eh. For now, I'll just use my work internet.
This was a good weekend, except for the part where my cough came back and my nose started dripping.
"Vercingetorix Throws His Arms at the Feet of Caesar" by Lionel Royer, 1889. Portrays the surrender of Vercingetorix (a Gaul I presume) to Gaius Julius Caesar. There's a picture of this in Tom Holland's Rubicon, which I've been reading all weekend. Isn't it the most badass picture ever? A dude with the greatest Evil Overlord name ever interrupts an execution to throw down his weapons and surrender to our pal Gaius there.
Isn't that just the most badass picture ever? To copy a method of Cute Overload's, AWESOME-HANCE.
It's so amazing, that the guy who is in the middle of being killed just stares at Vercingetorix in awe. WHAT. Why don't they make art like this anymore.
-Took Marty to his first vet appointment! He put up less of a fight than I thought he would. He was very easily put into the carrier and only yowled a little in the first few minutes. He mostly lay down and tried to see out the window from his carrier. In the vet's office, everyone went crazy for him. Apparently Countryside Animal Clinic doesn't get a whole lot of baby animals, just return clients (kittens and puppies grow up, you know). Everyone wanted to see Marty and pet him and hold him and coo at him. At one point, one of the nurses tried to explain to me about testing for heartworms, and Marty climbed up onto her shoulder and started sniffing around. She shouted, "I LOVE MY JOB!" They insisted on taking pictures of him "to commemorate his first vet appointment," which normally requires one picture (for the owner) but they took two so they could put a picture of him up on the wall.
-Also, what's up with a dude calling me to say he's sick, but he'll call me later. Then, when he does call, he doesn't talk a whole lot, and is in fact silent for a whole five minutes, and when I ask him about it, he's apparently watching youtube videos and his voice hurts too much to talk. Why would he call me, or alternatively, why would he call me and (not) have a conversation with me, when he should have just said, "I know I said I would call you, but it hurts to talk." What is up with that?
-Strike on Sunday was more fun than I thought it would be. Scott showed me how to properly hold and use an electric drill, so now I don't actually strip all the drills, and instead they come out in seconds. Very awesome! However, when I went to help unload the truck at the storage facility, I locked my keys in my car.
New Joke:
Q. How many Sterling Playmakers does it take to get a locked car unlocked?
A. Ten, or just one smart one with a cinderblock.
It took the ten of us twenty minutes to wiggle a wire hanger and a long stick of wood* down the car door (aided with tools conveniently kept in storage). It was very exciting when we finally got it open. People teased me about it at the cast party - "You do have your keys, right?" they kept saying. I was very very grateful. It was very very nice of them to stick around and help me when they didn't need to.
-Saw Star Trek again on Sunday night! Giggled way way more than I ought to have.
*Yes, yes I know. We covered them all last night.