Which Way?

Each killer in the Serial Killer Exhibition had, their picture, and banners about the crimes and the victims.  Like, for example:

Was he (it was a "he") an ogre who killed many people, or did he kill both ogres and others?  This is what you think about when there are SO many people around you and they WON'T MOVE ALONG.

It's been a very pretty day here today.  Unfortunately, I have a 28-out-of-10 eye headache that has not eased up at all.  One thing that I had wanted to do today was put some hanging planters up in the back porch, but pounding nails was just not going to happen today.

Sunday

So, the serial killer exhibition was...um, fun?  Awesome?  Enjoyable?  It's hard to juxtapose "serial killer" with "great."  It was fascinating.  Sadly, there were a lot of children there.  Some of the exhibits had very realistic mannequins and prosthetics, and there were photographs throughout, and it was obvious that they were frightened, if not traumatized.

For the first time in a long, long time, I wished I were lecturing tomorrow.  Deviance, personality, family dynamics, the judicial system --- I talked about killers a lot as it was;  now I have fresh information.

Last night, I picked up a box of things to take to Hannah, to put it in the car.  I tweaked my back something fierce.  Luckily, I've never had any issues with my back, and I know this is nothing compared to what lots of people deal with.  (Perhaps even someone reading this. . .)  I've been "treating" it with topical CBD oil and my heated massager.

News of Individuals

If you need something, ask a knitter.  I got more items for Thursday's list:

Any tire: Goodyear.

Any utility tape: Duct tape.

Any copying or copy: Xeroxing or a Xerox.

Stuff like this pops into my mind occasionally.  I have no idea why.  My infatuation with words, maybe?

I'm going to Atlanta tomorrow, so that Hannah and I can go to

'Cause that's just who we are.  There is, apparently, merchandise available, which amuses us.  Don't get me wrong --- I'm almost certain we'll buy some things, but the concept is still funny.

Hannah wanted me to bring a box of things to her, and dang if I didn't tweak my back picking the box up and putting it in the car.  I've never had even a hint of back problems, so hopefully this will resolve quickly.

Zip Ode

The Zip Ode thing. I've been meaning to craft my own.  Here goes.

When your code

Has two, count them, two, zeroes,

Your poem has weird empty spaces.

Can You Add to the List?

A friend of mine and I somehow wound up talking about products that are called by their "not technically true" names.  We came up with:

Any tissues: Kleenex 

Any cotton swabs: Q-Tips

Any clear tape: Scotch tape

Any plastic wrap: Saran Wrap

Any window cleaner: Windex

Any adhesive bandages: Band-aids

Any petroleum jelly: Vaseline

A Perk of Being an Only Child

Do y'all remember these?

Growing up, my friends with siblings hated them, because they'd have to break them in half to share.  If you did get a whole one to yourself, you had to eat it quickly or it would melt.  I have a clear, vivid memory of my friends' little brother with orange streaks down his arms and all over his hands.  When the Popsicle Man comes around, get a Nutty Buddy or a Rocket Pop;  much harder to halve.  (Even an ice cream sandwich can be split in two.)

Trial

About five minutes of my day today was spent making this.

Only it didn't come out at all bread-like.  It has the consistency and flavor of really, really good cheese grits.  (I added cheese instead of herbs or other flavorings.)  That may have something to do with my baking it in the air fryer instead of the oven.  Not that I'm complaining --- what I have is delicious.

This is happening here as I post;  I thought about joining the protests against the appearance, but Vance simply isn't worth my time.  Besides, all those empty seats say enough.

 

Time Spent

I'm still working through all the Artemis II footage, and getting teary over and over.   Commander Wiseman keeping this little plush toy with him at all times was too much.

Rise was designed by a second-grader.

A quiet Sunday here.  Laundry, sorting out things for a possible yard sale, knitting two more rows on a hat.  It's bulky yarn on size 11 needles, and I'm wondering if thinner yarn and smaller needles would be more comfortable.  When your two favorite hobbies involve using your hands, and it hurts to use your hands --- well, your fingers --- every day is filled with uselessness, frustration, and boredom.

Creations

Today, I put my mini-Bundt cake maker to work.

That first-pancake-is-the-worst axiom holds for little Bundts.  All of them came out with perfectly golden bottoms, but the tops varied in color.  I got 14 out of a single box of Betty Crocker mix.  I'll frost/ice them as they're eaten.

Do you say "frosting" or "icing"?  I use both.

My animals on couches fascination continues. This one is technically animals over couches:

It's entirely possible that I'm getting more wall art than will fit in a Tiny House.

Done, But Not Quite Dusted

 Finally got modern this afternoon, as the ATT tech hooked up the fiber optic cable.  It only took about 2 1/2 hours.  He was friendly and knowledgeable and smelled great.  I didn't mention that last one to him, as I know that's creepy, but it was true.

All Georgia eyes are on Augusta thus weekend, I suppose.  I've only driven kind-of-by-yet-kind-of-through Augusta, and it's pretty, but no way would I fight all that this weekend.

I've never been a particular fan of crowds, but growing age has meant diminishing patience with them.  People, parking, perspiration...  Hard nope.

Give me a nice view of, oh, I don't know, maybe something like this:

There's more entertainment, and more interesting thoughts to think about there than in craning to see over people shouting, "GET IN THE HOLE!" after every shot.  (But y'all keep on selling cheap beer, The Masters.  Then complain about the galleries not being couth and gentlemanly.)