The Daily Adventures of Mercat

Except, actually very little.

So I'm watching Conan... and they did a sketch playing like Conan is getting booted from channel to channel. NBC to TBS to Food Network to... Dayton?! As in THE CITY I LIVE IN? First of all, this is not a cable channel. Secondly, how do all these Hollywood writers know about Dayton? And why do they choose to always pick on it as some forgotten midwest city in a forgotten state? I mean, look at Glee. SET IN LIMA. Gummo? SET IN XENIA. And I'm totally blanking on what it was the other day but I saw something else Dayton was the focus of. IDGI. Can we get some real rep up in here? I love this city. I wish it weren't the fifth most dying city in the US (last time I checked). I mean, it's not always the most active, and the winters are a little bit miserable, but I wish I could open my own Disney World here or something. (A tiki restaurant would be cool. But I don't how economically viable that sort of thing is... I suspect they shut down after a few decades if there aren't people who desperately love them.)

AT ANY RATE. Out of all the states and all the cities in the US, the writers just randomly picked... Dayton.

So. There's that.

Prompt-time, to show I am not horribly irresponsible:

When it comes to exercise, I am somewhere in between. I am lazy as shit but I enjoy being healthy and I'm starting to like exercising more. There's also something stimulating about the soreness of a good workout, just the fact of being very aware that certain muscles still exist.

Soooooo.

Title quote thanks to a piece of art in a catalog my mom had at home.

So that favorites meme everyone's been doing:

01. Answer each of the questions below the cut using the Flickr search engine.
02. Choose a photo from the first three pages.
03. Copy the URL of your favorite photos here.
04. Then share with the world.



1. SOME PASSIONS NEVER GROW OLD, 2. I'm Nacho Mama, 3. 1974 Xenia Tornado, 4. When Butterfly turned into Flower, 5. "hey, that's dick van dyke...", 6. Mountain Dew Kitty, 7. rapa nui sunset, 8. Brown Sugar Brownies (Recipe), 9. The Indiana Jones Queue, 10. Dream of Flyin, 11. This is your cat on drugs., 12. Pecado venial

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[EDIT] NOW WITH ADDED INSTRUCTIONS! (I'm good with memes, y/y?) ~hurr~

So I think my mom just woke up last week and decided that she was going to buy a house. That simple. I thought she was just kind of looking, thinking since Laura's starting school and I'm going to be a junior (!) that they're going to downsize. Mom's ready to get rid of junk and dad is tired of yard work. (In which case, I don't know why they don't pay Max to come over and do it, or someone else to... Bleh.) And when I texted dad Tuesday about trivia night, he said they were over in Oakwood looking at five different houses, and when I asked why, he simply said "mom". So I figured it was one of those "we're just humoring her and she's just looking" sort of deals, because honestly she's only been going on about it for a week. Or less. I was joking last night that she was just playing Monopoly, and quite honestly, it is weird. She was talking about buying the house they were looking at and just slowly downsizing and moving in, and... I dunno, that's kind of weird to me. What do you do with two houses? Which is why I made the Monopoly joke, becuase of the condo at Lake Loramie, too. (Only on lunch break today I realized we also still have Nana's old house that they're still renting out, which makes it even weirder.) She just made a joke about putting up a hotel when I mentioned it... It's all weird.

But tonight I'm leaving work early to meet up with her (after she's looked up some other houses) to go back and see the one she and dad saw and really liked on Tuesday. I dunno, I can't see them downsizing much. Smaller yard, yes, dad has been complaining about the yard for years. But let's see, we have an entire garage full of bikes, and yet another filled with instruments and tools and things. Mom doesn't have much downsizing to do, though, she's always been one to regularly go through and throw out. I think it's because of the way her dad brought her up, because he was super organized-clean, and they moved often enough that she regularly got rid of a whole bunch of stuff that still meant things to her.

All I know is, I'm not ready. I don't know if I ever would be, to be fair, but I'm not right now, especially not now. I didn't think they'd move until we were already moving out permanently, which we're not. Laura will be home in the summers, and I thought I would be too after the next few (corps otherwise). I have-- at least-- five years of college left, though the latter two will probably be out of the state of Ohio and I might have a job or co-op. I dunno. All of this just seems so ridiculously sudden, like now I am having to face things I've never really considered before. Never hanging out with people much because they've gone on with their lives and we'd all be out of school. Moving out of state? I never. ever. thought of it. I mean, I pictured working for Disney or COST or JPI or something, or doing my own weird architecture, but I always pictured coming home, even though I knew coming I wouldn't live there. I guess, I'm ready to move out, but not out of Ohio, not away from my friends, and I'm not ready for mom and dad to leave there either. What about summer parties? What about all their stuff? What about the fact that it seems like they're just finally getting comfortable? The door was refinished, the living room got redone, the kitchen got redone... I don't think Mom's addicted to having projects. But I mean, they built the back room, they just bought new furniture (albeit partly the cats' fault), we haven't had the treadmill long and Mom's getting a used elliptical. She still wants to paint my room and I still am trying to organize everything! Though to be honest my room isn't much more than an additional storage space anymore. I haven't spent significant amounts of time in there since before high school (and besides sleeping or cleaning or reading). Whereas Laura had friends over who hung out in her room or now James, so... yeah. I don't even think my friends have seen my room, because honestly fuckno-one wants to come out to Xenia, hell, past Xenia. *sigh*

I knew this year was going to be a big year. I'm just not sure it's good any more. Iknewit iknewit iknewit.

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Happy Birthday Tesla! He was a pretty cool dude. (And his character in the Prestige is awesome, too.)

Last night mom wanted to watch Chocolat, so we did. I had plenty of "LOL Alfred Molina" moments, but it is still a very cute movie with a very good story. And they end it well, except for one thing; what happened to Serge? I felt so sorry for him. I mean, obviously, he had alcohol issues, but he was just a pawn for the Comte, and I get the impression he was an idiot, in the "mildly retarded" sense of meaning. Which then makes it so sad that the Comte sends him away, because Serge just thought he was doing what was right! I think the directors could maybe have at least thrown him in at the end with everyone else, you know? I think the audience would assume he's getting better, as opposed to just forgetting about him... So sad. =(

But here I am complaining about movies again! I'm a regular Joe Critic. So what's new what's new.

I've been having lots of pretty ____ dreams lately. It's weird. I wake up so tired I'm not sure I'm falling all the way asleep much, which is weird because I've been hitting the pillow preeeeetty hard lately.

Also, WHERE DID THE SUMMER GO??? D= It cannot be July 10th already, no no no.


Oh man, trivia night the other night, Austin Powers. Damn. I realized that I didn't see that movie until my freshman year at Carroll, because the first time I watched it was at band camp, and we didn't finish it! I don't know why I never really remembered that before, because I swear I was quoting Austin Powers around seventh grade and stuff. Maybe not. (Also, Evolution was the other movie we watched. ALSO HILARIOUS) Anyway, it all kind of explains why I quote it so much, I obviously latched on a little too hard to the whole high school thing. Apparently.

This is very creepy.

Also, the people bitching about Wall-E being fascist really need help.

The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down
In rushing, rising riv'lets,
'til the river crept out of it's bed
And crept right into Piglet's.
Poor Piglet, he was frightened,
With quite a rightful fright.
And so, in desperation
A message he did write.

Help! P-p-piglet! Me!

He placed it in a bottle
And it floated out of sight.

And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down
So Piglet started bailing.
He was unaware, atop his chair,
While bailing he was sailing.

And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down
And the flood rose up, up, upper.
Pooh, too, was caught and so he thought,
"I must rescue my supper!"
Ten honey pots he rescued,
Enough to see him through,
But as he sopped up his supper,
The river sopped up Pooh.
And the water twirled and tumbled him
In a honey pot canoe...


Yeah so yesterday when I hoped it would rain I didn't mean this much. The weather's getting really freaky, like last night I swear it stayed light (and creepily light, too) for too long. (Like nine? The sky was greenish which made me nervous for sure.)

So no tornadoes would be nice, but yeah, look where I live.