So an astute observer will have noticed by now that I kind of suck at posting lately. And by lately I mean the last four months.
Partly because being cooped up in an office working at a computer all day with a cubicle wall between me and the perfect blue summer sky is driving me bonkers, and partly because my (now confirmed) overly high dosage of anti-douchey-thyroid pills have been making me restless and hate-y, I’ve been avoiding my blog like a dog avoiding a bath. And not unlike that hypothetical dirty dog, it stinks.
I want to write, yet I can’t stand to.
Not the best state of affairs for a blogger, eh?
So I’m gonna try and get the ball rolling again with a big giant pic dump, because pictures can do the talking for me and also I will latch onto any excuse to use Prisma nearly to death because it is all the addictiveness.
Speaking of pictures and over-filtering them, little ol’ behind-the-times me finally joined Instagram! So yeah, that’s been a thing I did. A couple of you
stalkers have already found me on there (hiya! *waves*) which is awesome, and I’m currently doing Rarasaur’s #somethingist challenge as a way to break in my account, buuuuuuut if we’re being honest I’m mainly in it for all the cute accounts people have created for their pets. Nutty gets a little cranky if she goes too long without her Momo’s Face fix. The excessively edited selfies are just a bonus.
I’ve also been suckered into Pokémon GO, but I’m not cranky about that, because anything able to convince me that walking 20+ kilometers in August temperatures on a Saturday afternoon could ever possibly pass for fun gets a hearty thumbs-up from me and my waistline.
Plus anyone who tells you the augmented reality mode isn’t ridiculously amusing is just a big old meanie poopface Grinch.
So it turns out that half marathon walks every weekend are a great way to see a lot of weird shit around your city.
Like random things that resemble faces…
…and other things that look like something…else.
If you’re looking for a sign, there are plenty to choose from…
…but I really really really hope this one wasn’t meant for me.
Why is she so calm? WHY IS SHE SO CALM? Is she a robot? Have androids caved to the Botox epidemic?
Let’s move on to something more pleasant before I need to go rock myself in a corner. How about some art?
Well, that concludes this How The Nut Spent Her Summer
Vacation update. If you would like to help The Nut in her quest to ditch her pesky writer’s block and bury that sucker alive in a shallow grave, post suggestions are welcomed. In the meantime I’m gonna go for a wade through the cesspit that is my drafts folder and see if I can’t fish out something worth polishing. It won’t be fun, but it’s better than a needle to the eye.