Worm Hole

The internet is a worm hole of things that once you see  they can't be unseen.  I had dinner with Lizzy the other week and compared notes on things that were oddly fascinating on YouTube. We joked about making a list of things that can't be unseen and are oddly fascinating and possibly quite awesome in its own way.  One snow day later and I have spent way too much time on the internet. I have an off the cuff list of ten videos on YouTube that will lurk in your brain.

1. Bushes of Love - by Bad Lip Reading
2. Do You Want to Date My Avatar  - by The Guild
3. My Plastic Chair Collection Candid Interview - Brian Ropar's Plastic Chair World
4. True Facts About the Sea Pig- by Zefrank1
5. Monster Roll- Dir. Dan Blank
6. Ready to Monday by Band of the Bold (part2)
7. Slayer - Payback (Ukelele Cover with Sarah Longfield) - by Rob Scallon
8. Sheep In The Island - by Koreatastic
9. The Fabulous Ones 80's Music Video
10. Henri - by Will Braden

The more I think about it, there are probably a lot more videos out there that could probably be dropped onto this list, but for the sake of keeping it short, this is my top ten. What sort of clips have you seen that you can not unseen?

Side note:
I really wanted to include Teddy Bear Surgery, but I decided that it might be too mentally scaring. It take a special sort of person to get through Teddy Bear Surgery and it should probably saved for people who are not mentally fragile. I don't want to be responsible for someone  crawling under the desk and rocking back and forth marveling and mumbling about how the end is nigh. (I know that now that I have said this, someone is going to look it up, but just remember I warned you. It isn't for the faint of heart.)

KEDi

I am surprised that the internet did not break for just a moment when KEDi was released, because as we all know, the backbone to the internet is cat videos.  KEDi is a documentary on the lives of several wild cats in Istanbul. I had the pleasure of watching this limited release in my local independent theater and would recommend it to anyone that loves cats.

One of the things that I find remarkable about this film, is that not only how is shows the wide variety of personalities that cats can have, but it also shows you some of the best aspects of humanity. It doesn't matter what religion you are, if you are kind. There is no greater kindness than being kind to some one or something that is often over looked. I think that KEDi is a much needed reminder that there is some good in the world.

You Goat Mail!

Friends that have a sense of humor are the best.  My dear friend, Steph has one of the best twisted sense of humors that I have ever had the chance to encounter. Not too long ago it was my birthday (we are not talking about my age) and she mailed me a package that she was snickering over for days before it arrived.  Her snickering over it, is enough to cause me some alarm, because I know what sort of packages I send that I snicker over. (You can acquire some really weird stuff, thanks to the internet.)

With trepidation I carefully opened the package and then laughed.  I goat mail. Not just any goat, but the Nubian goat with posable limbs. It is pretty awesome.  He came with a small informational tag about his history as a goat and a willingness to be hugged.  The only thing left is to come up with a suitable name.

I am not the greatest at picking out stuffed animal names.  I just got a small stuffed monkey not too long ago and while I was planning on calling it Mr. Monkey, (totally original) my husband decided that it's name was Vegeta Jr and only refers to it as Vegeta Jr.  Now that we have a goat as part of our family, he has some helpful name ideas.  His suggestions at the moment are: Goatar, Mutton and Gnar. I am still looking for a name and welcoming suggestions.

Scooby Apocalypse

When I was a kid, one of my  I favorite cartoons was Scooby Doo. I distinctly recall waking up and watching a million episodes on Saturday morning and loving every bit of it.  If Scooby Doo or Gilligan's Island were on, I was one happy kid.  I loved the monster of the week feel to it, that always turned out not to be a monster. I found humor in the way that Shaggy and Scooby could out weight their fear in a situation by the rumble of their stomachs and how every bad guy would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for those meddlesome kids.

I am an adult now and I still have a nostalgic love for Scooby Doo.  I loved the episode of Venture Bros that re-imagined  the gang in a much darker light. (Season 2 Episode 11 "Viva Los Muertos!").  I tend to like dark comedy and Venture Bros may be one of my favorite adult cartoons, so that only added to my amusement of that particular episode. It cracked me up to no end, because it shed that feel that nothing bad ever happened in the Mystery Machine and everything always turns out fine in the end.

I know that I am giving a lot of back story, and it is hard to see where I am going, but I felt it was important when I try to explain how excited I was discovering Scooby Apocalypse at my local comic shop.   Despite the huge stack of books and comics that I need to read and finish reading, I had to have Scooby Apocalypse.

I devoured it like Shaggy and his Scooby snacks.  I love the way that the characters were re-imagined. They were fleshed out in a way that was not accomplished in the horrible live action movies and brushed over in the television show.   The comic gives them a rounded character  with history and incorporates in some nostalgic touches, such as well used catch phrases.  (Do you know how weird people at work look at you if you use the word jinkies? Spell check doesn't even like the word, and keeps replacing it with kinkiest.)

I don't want to spoil the comic for anyone, because I think it deserves a spot on the book shelf, but I will say that it does hold true the cartoon in the way that the monsters are people. Of course there is a twist, but that is part of the fun in reading the comic.  I

Battle Jacket

I didn't know that I needed a project until I gained a project. My husband had this brain child where he wanted a battle jacket.  I will be honest. I had no idea what he was talking about for a moment, but having watched a fair number of post apocalyptic movies and listening to punk rock, I could envision a little of what he meant by a battle jacket as he started to describe what he had in mind.  It was a jacket that had patches all over it of things that he felt were cool. Patches of things that he represented. Patches that would bolster his sense of self and make him ready to do battle.

My support in his brain child, is that after he did the hard part of ironing, I would sew the patches on for additional stability. (I really hate ironing. Sewing is cheesecake.)  I had no idea there were so many patches out there.  As they began to trickle in, the plain canvas jacket slowly became something infinitely more awesome.  I have to admit that it is becoming increasingly fun, trying to find a patch that my husband will go nuts over.  This is a unique art form of self expression that is testing my abilities with a sewing machine.  It is a weird sort of sense of accomplishment when I sew an extra difficult patch on.  My husband is is full of high fives and praise when we get another patch finished and it feels lie we are team awesome.  While I was not instantly on board when he explained his project idea, I have certainly seen the light and have found something to love about this project.

Secret Twins

I have been friends with my best friend for about 20-25 years. When we were in the bonny days of our youth, we could be mistaken as twins. Our fair hair and bright smiles coupled with enthusiasm for adventure made us an unseparatable duo. When we got older, we met boys, got married and moved away in various orders.  Some thing, despite the move stayed the same.  An example of this weird world of coincidences between us, is that we both have chunky orange cats.  I am sure that lots of people have chunky orange cats, but ours could pass as twins, much like her and I could in our younger days.

I think our cats are secret twins.  Here are a couple pictures of her cat, Oscar and my cat Iggins to see if any one can tell the difference.

Is this Iggins? Or is this Oscar?

Who does this fluffy belly belong to?

Blueberry Buckle

Why is it called a "Buckle"?  That is the question my husband had for me when tasting the latest Pinterest experiment. It has been a long tradition for me that when I work a Saturday, I bring breakfast in and I let one of my coworkers pick what they want for breakfast.  I think that if given the choice most people would rather not work on a Saturday.  Having something good to eat makes the pain of having to work on a Saturday a little more bearable.

Some Saturdays I make quiche, burritos and sometimes even snowman pancakes.  This latest Saturday that I worked, one of my coworkers requested blueberry muffins.  I will admit that I hate my muffin tin.  The way that I want things to turn out and the way that they do turn out are often times on opposite ends of the spectrum.  However, it was the mighty Pinterest to the rescue. Blueberry Buckle from Just A Pinch Recipes is just like a blueberry muffin, with out the muffin liner. The body is nice and moist and there is a crumble top that I could happily pick at.

Not all of my Pinterest experiments are excellent. (Yes, I am talking about you American Goulash, no hard feelings.) I was exceedingly pleased that this one turned out well and can double as a coffee cake in a pinch.  The only hiccup in the entire process was not knowing what size pan to use.  I used a 9 x 5 pan and ended up with the buckle in the over about ten minutes longer than the suggested cook time, because it  did not pass the tooth pick test.  There is also the possibility that my oven is old and temperatures may vary.  In the end it didn't really matter that much, because the finished products was delicious. It made my morning cup of tea a delight and provided smiles and satisfied stomachs to my coworkers.  The only thing left is to try and find out why it is called a buckle and not a belt.