october occurrences

This month, things happened.

I did some dog boarding, which Addie was a fan of.

Nick and I went to a floor party where the hostess made sushi and ramen for 50 people and I spent most of the night hanging out with one tenant's pre-teen daughter. We talked about Disney Princesses, mermaid butt holes, and how she wants to be a singer/dancer/journalist/astronaut/president. Then we went around and gave all the adult sobriety tests. It was the best party ever. And this was our view:

I made these meringues because October:

We watched the Blue Angels from our roof:

Greg and Elaine took us to Google:

Addie covered in Google mud:

We went apple picking:

I made so many apple things. Caramel apple shots:

Pumpkin apple smoothie:

 Blooming apples:

Caramel dipped apples:

Cinnamon apple chips:

Apple butter:

Apple Snickers pie:

And we still have apples leftover, so this will be continued.

We stopped by a pumpkin patch:

And turned it into a Jack-o-lantern:

We tag-teamed it this year. I made Professor Quirrell on the front:

And Nick did a projection of Voldemort on the back:

We baked pumpkin seeds:

And my love of Sky Mall was reignited:

Family gathered together to celebrate the life of my Grandpa:

Best friend is now 25! Nothing starts a birthday party like double possession:

GIANTS WIN EVERYTHING FOREVER:

Two days later and the celebration is still going strong:

Our tomatoes are ripening!

 And they go well with pizza:

I found these white footsteps that lead from the electrical equipment room next to my apartment:

And a white handprint on my door. Nick and I can't figure out how they got there:

My view every morning:

Halloween:

And I might  have put eyebrows on the dog:

much love,
hedgie

burgers

Nick started a conversation earlier about how he would poison me without it looking suspicious. His plan was a little artless, something about raw fish, but it lead me to a truly brilliant scheme of how I could poison him.

Modernist Cuisine (their food is not poisoned, I assume).

Nick and I once ate at a restaurant where the waitress misheard me and wrote down that I wanted my hamburger rare. We were eating outside at night, so I didn't notice how red my food was until I had already eaten half of it. I ended up getting food poisoning.

Now for those of you who think you can ever figure out how Nick's mind works, his response to watching me vomit profusely at 3 in the morning because of eating a rare burger was to always order his burgers rare from then on.

He's been doing this for about two years now and has yet to have a bad experience from it, but I guess only time will tell...

But if Nick ever dies in mysterious circumstances, keep this just between us, okay, Internet?




much love,
hedgie

g-g-g-ghosts

In keeping with the Halloween theme, I'm going to go ahead and talk about ghosts.

A large part of my upbringing was spending a lot of time in graveyards, haunted houses, and abandoned property. I also end up somehow attracting various supernatural aficionados and get ridiculous tours of some supposedly haunted places. After a few years, I managed to get a few strange photos during these tours.

A year ago, I took part in a tour of the Rancho Buena Vista Adobe, which features such stories as renovators finding a body in the wall and then deciding to close it up again without alerting authorities. This was the most memorable room in the house because it features the greatest wagon wheel chandelier (sadly not pictured):

Then I took this photo on my iPhone a few minutes later after the above one and got this weird, blue thing near the spot where the Saint statue is set in the hollow of the chimney:

Another photo comes from the time I visited the Lizzie Borden House, which now is a functioning bed and breakfast and you can stay in the rooms these grizzly murders were committed. This is a photo of where the Mother-in-law was found:

Here is a photo of my visit a year ago:

Anyway, have fun sleeping tonight.




much love,
hedgie

bickering bigfoot

It's October and this is the closest I could get to a supernatural theme. This is the story of Bigfoot fanatics who think other Bigfoot fanatics are out of their minds.

"Take a look at the Patterson-Gimlin film, if you haven’t watched it a hundred times already. This brief strip of 16mm film—alleged to show a female Sasquatch retreating through the Six Rivers National Forest in California—has been exhaustively debated among believers and debunkers. After the Zapruder Film, this particular footage (or Bigfootage, as I like to call it) is probably the most scrutinized scrap of film in US history. The 52-second Sasquatch cameo shows Patty[1] taking a leisurely stroll through a clearing, casually glancing over her right shoulder at the viewer before disappearing behind fallen, dead trees. This film is so iconic that even if you aren’t interested in Bigfoot, you’ll recognize frame 352, in which the creature stares straight at the camera, left arm bent and swinging up to chest level while the right stretches out behind[2].

Tragically, the Patterson-Gimlin Film’s veracity has become a wedge issue in the otherwise copacetic community of Bigfootology. There are those who want the world to finally admit that PGF provides conclusive evidence that Bigfoot exists. Then there are those who see the PGF advocates as gullible yahoos who give the scientifically rigorous field of Bigfootology a bad name."



Read the rest of it (and my other essays) here.





much love,
hedgie