sorry, one more old west post

I really don't know if being shot in the stomach can be any more painful than cramps.

melilot brandybuck: being nerdy never looked so good

that's the commercial i just made up for myself. i'll have to work on finding someone to actually make it. but anyway.
my friend (who is a couple years older than i am, which i'm only mentioning lest you think she's younger when you get to the end of this) sent me a link on fb to a quiz determining what literary city you should live in (cuz oh my goodness there has been a quiz explosion on fb in the last two weeks). i got king's landing from 'game of thrones,' which of course i've never read. so this was my response to her:
"apparently King's Landing from 'Game of Thrones,' but since I haven't read it, I'm going to protest and choose my own. I think I'll go with Bucklebury, Buckland. Bucklanders have a bit more spunk than your ordinary Shire hobbits, and while the Old Forest may be a bit creepy, I like trees, which seem to be more prevalent to the east of Hobbiton.
Because yes, I am that nerdy."
her response was:
"Melilot, if you are "that nerdy," I want to be just like you when I grow up. You are full of awesome ideas!!!"
i rock. :)

dear men of the old west,

how are we supposed to know if you were woo-woo if you have those big ol' moustaches? i'm pretty sure you were doc, and morgan, i think you may have been, but we will never know for sure, because you boys have those ridiculous things on your faces.

 Doc Holliday

Morgan Earp

i don't like going to bed

but i so like sleep. i can't figure that out.

happy birthday, autosmiler!

i have two new shows

i'd tell you about them, but they'd get cancelled. in fact, i probably already said too much.

conversation on twitter

Sammy Rhodes ‏@sammyrhodes 31m

One of the worst things you can do to someone is ask them what their hobby is.

Wil Nettleton ‏@wilnettleton 15m

@sammyrhodes "So what do you like to do?" "The opposite of whatever this conversation is."

Travel Journal - Oxford, pt. 6 - Leaving

One last thing:
Before leaving Oxford I went to Tolkien's church one more time (yes, the 7:30am service), praying for unity between denominations and eyes opened to the Truth. I then went back to the bed & breakfast to change out of the dress I wore to church that morning, eat breakfast, and gather my things. As I came in, another girl was leaving, so I sneaked past to stay out of the way of her and the owner. He saw me and gave me a funny smile, but whatever. It wasn't until a month later that it dawned on me. I think he thought I was doing the walk of shame. It makes sense, I suppose. Creeping in early in the morning, cute dress, travelling alone overseas, last night in Oxford...Too funny. Me. Walk of shaming. Love it. :)

Travel Journal - Oxford, pt. 5

Last day in Oxford. So sad.
I started at the library, hoping to go to Christ Church College afterward, but I took too long. Deciding I had to prioritize now, I headed to Merton College (where Tolkien was professor for the second half of his career). There was a tour at 2, so I went and had lunch, yes, at the Bird & Baby. What can I say? The food was good and relatively inexpensive, and of course, I just couldn't get enough of the place. I wanted to linger, but with everything in England closing by 5 or 6, I just didn't have time. It was very exciting to realize that I was there on a Tuesday, though, as that's when the Inklings used to meet there. :)
After that came Merton. The garden isn't usually open to the public, but as a new organ was being installed in the chapel, thus making it untourable, they allowed the tour to go through the garden instead. Yay for the new organ! The garden was lovely. And of course, there was Tolkien's tree. Sadly they didn't tell us it was Tolkien's tree until we were far away, so I couldn't hug it, nor could I gather a leaf from the ground around it. (I gathered leaves and flowers along the way on this trip, inspired as I was by the crazy Elvis fans who plucked grass from his lawn back in the day [and when I was there]. I didn't pluck any, just gathered what had fallen. No plants were harmed in the process.) I would've loved a leaf from there. If you don't ask, the answer's no. I should've asked the guy.
After Merton College came Magdalen College, where C.S. Lewis taught. This also meant Addison's Walk, the naturey area at Magdalen. (Really, for all it's buildings, there really is a remarkable amount of garden area in Oxford.) Addison's Walk was the main reason to go to Magdalen. It was there that Tolkien and Hugo Dyson led C.S. Lewis to CHRIST. (From there, I must admit, in addition to a couple leaves, I stole a small rock.) It was amazing to be there and imagine what it must've been like, and to think of hose these men have touched not just my life, but countless others. And it was such a lovely day.
Here too, however, is the location of my greatest regret. I had bought a hoodie two days before and discovered the stitching was falling apart. For some reason I didn't return it earlier in the day. I think I was hoping to find a replacement before I did. This store closed at 5:30. And so I had to hustle out of the park. I had time to enjoy it, but not time to stop and talk with this man. My biggest regret on this trip.

watching tv with my father is a loud experience

which makes sense, considering that living with my father is a loud experience.

ugh

i don't like it when satan's all, 'oh, so you're avoiding this sin. alright, i'll hit you somewhere else.'

happy birthday, sir

oh, how i miss cuddy

he's such a wonderful guy.
story of today - he sings 'take me out to the ballgame' to one of his daughters just about every night.
the other one doesn't like his singing. :)

(they're 2 now, but this is the only picture i could find of them.)

poor kid

3-year-old cousin: I'm going to read you all this story. [Opens the book, turns to the first page, suddenly looks devastated. Walks away, head down.] I can't read it.