Drawings for King of the Nerds

Dazed and Confused

There was a furry at the mall today.

I was at the mall doing some Christmas shopping. (along with everyone else in town it seemed) On my way out through my favorite store (Macy's) I saw a group of three teens heading into the main part of the mall. This wasn't unusual. Since the invention of the shopping mall, teens flock there on weekends to buy frappucinos, check out clothes, and to check out other groups of their peers. 

With just one glance you could tell that these three weren't part of any popular clique. Their clothes were a little sloppy and not all that stylish. The two walking in the front of their little group weren't all that odd looking. It was the third that stood out. It was the one in the back. 

His head was down. His brown hair was buzz cut, perhaps shaved down by his mother. His face was round and lightly covered with acne. I could not tell the color of his eyes under his shaggy brows. Hands were stuffed in his front pockets of his pants.

His pants.

As the group passed me I saw in my peripheral something hanging from the back of his JNCO's. A tail. A long tail made of fleece. It was orange and black, dragging along the tiles. Because of this, it was dirty and worn looking. I craned my neck back as they walked away and noted that this teen had color coordinated all clothes. Everything was either orange, black, or dark gray.

I've seen maybe two furries before. One was identified by a tattoo on her arm of her fursona. The other also had a tail in day glow colors but may have not even been a furry at all. She may have just been a clueless, raver chick. Her tail was obviously bought in a store and pretty small. She was also wearing it at night; not in the middle of the afternoon on a drizzly December Sunday.

His clothing said "I'm someone. Look at me. Pay attention." but his body language, the hands stuffed in his pockets, the shuffling of his feet, and his lowered eyes said "Don't look at me. I don't want to look at you. Leave me alone." 

Most if not all teens seem to feel that way. I know I did. Your teen years are incredibly confusing. You struggle for a sense of being, not knowing that that sense doesn't come until later or perhaps, for some, not at all. This struggle was plain as day in this teen.

Pictured below was his outfit minus the worn, black skater shoes and his necklace which was surely purchased at Hot Topic. 

The Tester Pictures

As requested.

Observation Writing

This is mostly just a writing exercise, so don't expect too awesome of things.

Feb. 17th 9:03pm Barnes and Noble

- For the second time in as many weeks ____ and I have sat next to the same man with me in the same surprisingly squeaky chair. He seems to be of middle eastern descent, no accent, with thick black hair and wire framed glasses. He wears the same coat as last week, dark tan, hip length, and with large pockets. Isn't he hot wearing that inside? The store is by no means cold.

- Sitting near our little group but far enough away to not be a part of it is a bearded man of about forty or so. His brown beard has streaks of gray whilst his hair, under a yellow cap, dark gray and silver. Does he wear the cap to hide the discrepancy of colors on his head? He just now strode off, his bright blue windbreaker swishing. I do not think he is as friendly as his beard makes him out to be.

How to Knitting

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Turrible, Just Turrible

As I said in my first post, I am terrible at keeping a blog. I had some ideas for posts but then I got sick and I can't remember any of those ideas.
Just turrible.
I went to the doctor on Friday, feeling really good about that. I was going to a doctor early instead of waiting until I was half dead and I was going to get medicine so I wouldn't progress to half dead state! Hurray!
Uh, no. It did not work out that way.
The doctors at the clinic (there were two working together for some reason) said they couldn't give me medicine yet b/c my upper respiratory was not infected yet.  I tried telling them that even if it wasn't yet, it  surely would be, I always get infected if I manage to catch the flu but they weren't really listening, lots of people to see after me.
So, I spent money to just hear that I can't have medicine yet.
Well guess what doctors?!
I am infected now but you can't bet your butt I won't be dragging myself in until I am minutes to death and you can cry and weep through apologies while I rasp out my last breath.
(this post was supposed to have very funny and cute pictures but I am too lightheaded to draw them)
Oh, you will be sorry then, you will be.
In the meantime I shall stay in bed, covered in blankets, surrounded by tissues, and being mournfully looked at by a dog that wants to go on a nice long walk.  Only I won't be able to take him on that nice long walk, I will only be able to hobble down the stops and let him pee once before hobbling back up. I might not even change out of my penguin pajama pants.
One thing I have had time to reflect on though is that I don't get ill as often anymore as I used to as a child. I still get super car sick though, that is something I fear will never change.
I mean, I want to gag just thinking about how some people can read while sitting in the car. My partner can and when he told me I almost barfed. In fact, I almost barfed almost seventeen times just writing those last two sentences.
So, what does the rest of the day hold for me?
Well, my original plan was, if my throat didn't hurt too much and I didn't have the complexion of frozen mashed potatoes I was going to film a youtube video that was supposed to be up yesterday. And while my throat feels mostly okay (it is the coughing that is bothering me today) and my complexion is also okay-ish, at this time I feel like I would be unable to sit up long enough to say what I need to say, let alone edit it into my video.
Perhaps later I will feel peppier but I doubt it.
Perhaps I will manage to take a nice long nap but I doubt it. I already woke myself up twice last night from not being able to breathe.
Note to self: have partner pick up vicks on way home from work.
So back to watching youtube videos and trying to knit for a few seconds at a time until my arms get tired. Who knows, maybe I will shake things up a bit and plop on the couch and watch tv.
ADVENTURE.

Summer is Coming to an End

Well, it is Labor Day weekend and for most that means the end of summer fun. Yup, this weekend is the last hurrah full of excessive drinking (every American holiday seems to involve some sort of alcohol), sun tans, and grilled dead animal flesh. Yum.

But for me on this Sunday it is just my animals and my lonesome self hanging out in the living room with the Poltergeist movie in the background.
Also in the background is my new hamster chewing on his cage, time to get him some of those hamster sticks and a mineral wheel, he already has a salt one. My partner and I adopted him last week from the same shelter where we adopted Max.  Initially we set out to adopt a pair of bonded Siberians but once there, we saw big fat Hans and had to have him. Upon seeing the Siberians attack a shelter volunteer my partner promptly said "I don't want to go through that again." and moved on to look at other hamsters.

 He was referring to our first pet together, a Siberian named Stalin. I miss that little guy. He was the smallest hamster in the cage at the pet store (this was before I realized that hamsters get dropped off at shelters/rescues) being picked on by other bigger hamsters.

Do not be fooled by his small size.  I may or may not have given him a mustache.

Oh noes! Carol Ann was just sucked into the TV!
Anyway, back to Labor Day, this is the day most moms are double checking all of their children's school supplies, picking out their outfits, packing their lunches. This is the day when introverted kids get that horrible anxious feeling in their tummeh which will reach its peak Tuesday morning that will render them vomit y and weepy. Dads are...I'm not sure what Dads are doing.
I am happy that summer is ending. It is my least favorite season, my favorite being fall. It is the season of warm apple cider, jeans, jackets, rich colors, wonderful smells, and the perfect kind of temperature. Of course, living where I do, I won't be able to enjoy the cooler temps for another month or so.  I guess I better go buy more razors.
Oh yeah, Poltergeist update, I stopped watching it, House Hunters all the way.