The Conspiracy of Purple Doors

It is happening as we speak. I can't explain it nor can I prove it but trust me it's weird. The street adjacent to the one I live on is a main road in my area. Along a half mile stretch of houses there are four with purple doors. My theory is that either it is a badly planned code for the distribution of narcotics or a strange family symbol. More likely there was a really big sale on alot of purple doors and these people just could not pass up such a deal but let me keep my dreams of conspiracy. It makes me smile every time I drive by.

It has also made me, on several occasions, want to paint my own front door purple just to join the club. That wouldn't be good. I'd get sick of it as soon as it was dry. (Yay for fickleness) Also I am a street away and therefore would miss out on any purple door privileges I don't know about.

So I have decided to start my own society, The Dead Plants Society. I am apparently not green enough and have pretty much killed most of the flowers I planted a few weeks ago, though not for a lack of effort. I really did try. Right now I hate the guy up the street who's yard looks like it could be entered into one of those professional garden shows. I'd settle for my hyacinths coming back from the dead. They were pretty, I miss them. Grass too, would love to have some of that growing in the front yard. Maybe I could paint the dirt green, give the allusion to grass without actually having some. Oh boy, I just saw my best friend give the look of 'no way in the world' in my head. Brittany knows best, no paint. Dead Plants Society it is.

The Modern World and Backyards

Happy Day after Memorial Day to everyone. Mine was quiet, thankfully and involved napping. That may not sound very celebratory but trust me when I say I needed it. Sleep does not come easy to me, nor can I stay asleep very long. Last night was a glorious 6 hours before I woke up for absolutely no reason. I sit here, watching the cats stalk the birds through the windows and I realize that yesterday I saw and heard no parties in the area. Most people were home, cars and such prove it and most people were not outside. Even I went outside, dragging poor Jupitor (my faithful roommate) with me. It made me wonder. Does getting older automatically mean the majority of people see their backyards as less interesting as the insides of their living rooms? I say this and sound like one of those nosy neighbors but trust me I'm not. It's just the neighborhood is usually much louder than it was this weekend. Well, for whatever the reason I enjoyed the quiet.

Time is on my side

Now that the semester is over I find that I have an extraordinary amount of time on my hands. I could do anything with it, volunteer, learn new skills (like how to sew or skateboard). Aside from working on my motorcycle license, (Look out road here I come, someday...when I get a bike) I have really nothing going on. With all this luxury I spend my time watching anime. No, wait...stop thinking whatever just blurbed through your brain. Now I could pay ten bucks every time I wanted to see a new movie and watch stuff blow up (love) but I'm not rich. So I watch 24 minutes of stuff getting blown up and it helps me to learn Japanese at the same time. Subbed is where it's at. And the nineties just came to bite me again. Ugh, glad no one saw it.

Plus I have a boring job. A dead animal would get bored if it had my job. Watching, well, anything kills the time and trust me I have to watch some pretty strange stuff here. But that is a post for another time. Oh yes people, the secret of security, life and paper cups will come out eventually and I take no responsibilty for the consequences.

Yay for purple!

So yesterday in heroic Mech an epic dropped, for me! *Happy dance time.* And I went back to my underpowered yet beloved marksman spec. For the past week I experimented with the Survival spec. It's fun to be sure but I need much better gear before I can pull it off. With my new gloves I am just one step closer to not sucking.

I know I shouldn't but I do watch the damage meters. I rarely win on that with either DPS or Damage done. I do win on Omen cause crits are uncontrollable and get me into big trouble. (Sorry Schmuck) I am a great tank before the mob hits me, after that not so much.

With that out of the way, (and my sights now set on the purple pants Lefty described, seriously a hundred badges can't be hard to get, I already have 8) I come to the bane of my existence. Transcription. Yes, my inspiration comes with a price and now three stories drafted, and one more on the way, have to find their way into legible print. This is compounded with the fact I have a few people who would like to read them and my brain has started looking for an escape route. Silly lazy brain.

I've caught the blog bug!

Hello! I'm Kelso and this is my blog. Yay! *Does small happy dance.

So this is my first attempt at doing something like this. Who knows how long it will last. Hmmm, the freedom to say anything is rather exciting in a whole new car, straight road, go very fast way. Something to say, bold and profound...Gas prices suck. Yeah, that's all I could come up with. And while staying home has given me a stretch of inspiration that boggles I am sick of looking at my walls. They're nice, don't get me wrong, but outside is nicer. And I have to spend at least an hour outside because tonight is Kara night. Yes my guild and I will venture into Karazahan and slaughter the place, hopefully getting past the Opera to Curator tonight.

Yes, I am a World of Warcraft geek. *Waves. My main is a hunter who has a bear (you can wave at Tab who's guarding the top of the page as we speak) and a tiger who will make regular visits. My alts are a shadow priest (be very afraid) and an elemental shaman (pretty lightning). But shhhhh, don't tell anyone. Most of my friends and my family have a dislike for my hobby so keep it on the DL.

OOOOO! Clouds. I'm outta here.