The Hermidifier

In answer to your question:
There's nothing living in the bottle, but in the large tank to the left are three hermit crabs; Blossom, Mermaid Princess Unicorn, and Rocketship. See if you can guess who named who.
We've had Rocketship for a few weeks, and after reading a book on hermit crab care, the oldest informed me that
A) Hermit crabs are social creatures that pine away without friends,
B) Hermit crabs need 4 inches of sand to burrow in, and
C) Hermit crabs NEED HUMIDITY, Mommy, without it they will SUFFOCATE, and by the way Mommy what's humidity?

So I had to move Rocketship from his very decorative, adorable, and bone-dry fishbowl into a ten gallon tank, and we picked up some little friends for him. I will admit that they do seem happier now, moving around and eating their spaghetti with every appearance of men unexpectedly released from prison. I would never have thought that hermit crabs could project happiness or thrilled excitement, but believe me, they do.



It's El Hermidor in Spanish.

Very possibly the coolest thing Mr. Legs has made for me yet.
One tube goes from the pump into an air stone at the bottom of the bottle, and the other goes from the top of the bottle into the crabitat, providing lots of moist air for them to breathe. We ganked the idea from another website.



I reeeeeally need a light to put underneath the bottle. That would look awesome.
The atmospheric difference is pretty obvious now; when I put my hand in the tank, it feels like...Well, exactly like going outdoors, actually, warm & steamy. The crabs have gone from immobile shells to curious little explorers.
The kids really enjoy them. They use their Little People fences, castles and houses to make a big crab-coral and set them all loose inside. We're also learning about gills again, and a little bit about crab anatomy.
Instead of a regular story book, tonight we read the first chapter of "Hermit Crabs: Your Healthy and Happy Pet" (not my idea of satisfying pre-bed reading, but what do I know?).
I have this wierd urge to aquire living things; usually I buy plants, but what I really want is another puppy. Intellectually I know it's a stupid idea, since we already had the experience of two dogs when Charlie was here, but emotionally I feel the stirrings of my inner Crazy Cat Lady. At least the crabs are pretty much non-intrusive.

Picking up strays

Well, the inlaws came over this evening with "a few things" they had picked up for the girl's room...They've now got Tinkerbell comforters, sheets, pillows, sparkly beaded purple sheers and bright green curtains.



They stayed late and helped us put it all up. It looks so put together, so much better than I thought it would.



Even the pink ceiling seems to fit. That giant bare patch is the eldest's handiwork...Peeling paint like her momma used to peel wallpaper.

After they left, we decided to watch every episode of the three new Dr. Who series in one fell, nacho-fueled swoop.
We took a break from our marathon at about 11:45 so I could do a chip run. As I was getting back in the car at the gas station this tiny girl in wee little shorts came up and asked for a ride somewhere; she had an argument with her boyfriend who apparently just dropped her off, so she had no idea where she was. Her two year old daughter was staying with a babysitter and she couldn't call anyone because her Mom had turned her cell phone off.
I brought her home to let her use the phone and see if Pete would drive her home. He was really good about it and they're on their way now; I made him take the Glock, hidden in my diaper bag just in case. He was amused, but you really never know. I shudder to to think of my daughters wandering around an area like this in full club regalia.

'Involucrata' sounds like a bodily function.

I have been feeling very lonely these past few days. I really wish I had friend.

After food shopping today we stopped by Home Depot to pick up some fuses. I found a very beautiful little plant and took it home, but it had lost it's identifying tag.



After several hours of searching, I found out that it's Pilea Involucrata, commonly known as the Friendship Plant.

How's that for underwhelming wish fulfillment?

Fan Mail

I'm really glad you like the paint color...It was EXTREMELY PAINFUL to make a decision out of the 8 trillion different shades of purple. But I think it looks good too. I have no memory of the earthworm incident and require photographic proof so that I can giggle to myself about it later.

The most pressing project is getting the trim up around the ceiling, windows, door and floor. We got some molding and we just need to paint it. We had planned on 'Tinkerbell Green' but now I'm thinking some form of an off white would look really pretty, too...Dunno. I'll post pictures and maybe you can make the decision for me. My brain hurts.

Resume = blegh.

Everyone's doing well...Swiper's recovering from his semi-abandonment. He continues to snub his food and eat half-consumed bowls of Cheerios, the crusts of PB&J sandwiches, Ramen noodle, etc.
The Dr. Who season closer is tomorrow...He began regeneration at the end of the last episode, but I know for a fact that they signed Tennant on for 2009, so it will be interesting to see how they explain this away.

Pete'll be gone this weekend, so I'll probably try to pry up the tack strips so we can put the trim on next weekend. We gave to crowbar back to his parents though, so I'll have to find something else to use. I think the paint scraper and a hammer worked pretty well. Mil took us shopping for curtain fabric yesterday. She was looking for fabric with Tinkerbell on it, but I'm thinking maybe a solid color with Tinkerbell ribbons to tie it back. Dark green, maybe? Pete found some neat gauzy, sparkly, rainbow-y purple stuff that would work for really cool sheers. I'm thinking maybe white (off-white?) curtains would go with it. We have to line them and have them extend at least six inches below the window edge to keep out the cold this winter, and I don't know if white anything is a good idea in a kid's room. We also talked about putting up the big curtains across the front and back wall of the house. I think it might be a good idea, at least then we wouldn't have to staple garbage bags over everything. Don't know what type of fabric to use for those either, though.

My shirt remains in pieces until I can find a few minutes to puzzle out the directions again.

Grass-ias!

After a few days of straight-up rain, we have green stuff growing in the backyard!



I'm hoping that my mint seeds are finally coming up. Haven't seen any so far, though. The kids are much happier with the grass than the mud.



And we finally got some paint on the walls in the girls room! I love it.



As you can see, the floor's pretty decent too. There are some stripped spots, but we'll probably just put down some wax for now; hopefully we can refinish it sometime next year.

And just because it's fun:

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	High
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Very High
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Information --

Go find out what the heck is wrong with you!

Hellboy II: The Golden Army

Yeah, I admit it, I loved the first one.
Hellboy is the character I loved without knowing he existed, the one I created over and over, with varying levels of sophistication, as a retarded teenager.
Unfortunately, some hack named Mike Mignola beat me to perfecting the concept, around 1993. Damn him. I would have gotten it eventually.

Anyway, basking in it's awesomeness & reading badly scanned pages online is all fine and good, but I really loved the movie.



Maybe it's the muttonchop whiskers. They never should have gone out of style.
Anyway, you can tell that this next movie is going to be really good, there are Glocks in it!



Although they got the guy from Pan's Labyrinth to direct again, it looks like they ripped off a bunch of stuff from WOW. Seriously, check some of the pictures. But I have high hopes. Again. (eyelid twitch)

AND ANOTHER THING...
I have been spoiled by Patrick Tull. It has been my distinct, aural pleasure to listen to him narate the Aubrey/Maturin series, from Master and Commander to The Surgeon's Mate, he has given me hours of gravelly, accented entertainment.
However, to my great distress, I have found that my copy of The Ionian Mission is narrated by an upstart whelp named Simon Vance.
He troubles himself to give a decent Scottish accent to a minor moral philosopher, but performs Stephen's voice with an insistent, high-pitched, snottily english accent. Jack's voice is distinguished from the rest by lowering into a faggy, unimaginative, idiot drawl that sounds about as realistically 'British' as I do. Jack lisps, Stephen simpers, and don't get me started on his high pitched, breathy 'woman' voice. He makes Diana sound like an affected grandmother. Mowett sounds like a bad stereotype of a high-class twit trying to speak ebonics, and Killick sounds like a big wad of phlegm.
The only voice he does well is Pullings, who has about two lines in the whole book. Bleagh.

Update phase 2

So here is a picture of one wall all mudded:

And here's a comparison of the mudded wall vs the not mudded wall:
We'll probably recoat them one more time, then prime & paint.

Here's my catnip, Thai basil, fevervew and ruffly purple basil...

My pepper plant, my froot-loop flavored lemon grass, and a very tall cilantro plant.