Amazing Pictures from my first day in Ketchikan

Eggs and Bunnies and Peeps, Oh my!

I like jelly beans. A lot.  

"Hey it's Easter, the day Jesus rose from the dead.  What should we do?"
"...How bout eggs?"
"But what does that have to do with Jesus?"
"Alright, we'll hide 'em!"
"I'm not sure I follow your logic.."
"Don't worry, there's a bunny."
-Jim Gaffigan

He's got a point.  Where do enormous anthropomorphic bunnies dispensing colored hen eggs factor into the commemoration of the death and resurrection of the Savior? I can't even think of some arcane, metaphorical way they could be related, so where does it come from? I could probably find out in 5 seconds on Wikipedia, but I'd rather just believe it's an unsolved mystery, like Nessie or Jimmy Hoffa.

Big Snake, Kissing Strangers, Roofer Siege, and Facebook Sabotage

Met a snake today.  I'm a Parseltongue.  His name's Chrisssssss.  He wanted to kill and eat stuff, but I was all like, "slssssthsskashyssths", and he was like, "k".

Also,while on campus today I walked up to a couple of strangers I saw hugging each other, with the intention of joining their hug cause who couldn't use a hug you know? But by the time I got to them, they had graduated from hugging to eating each other's faces.  Now, some people would've just walked away at that point, but I try hard not to be some people.  So I closed my eyes, puckered my lips... and leaned right in there, waiting for them to notice.  They did, and honestly I was not expecting that kind of hostility.  I was planning on asking them for a picture so I could show a friend I'd actually done it (we'd been talking about doing something like that today) but they were so mad I didn't even broach the subject.  Although to be honest, I'm more okay with them being mad than if they had been totally cool with me joining in.

So there's been a crew of roofers sieging my house all day. All entrances to the house are blocked by shingle mountains, there's a dumpster in my driveway, and it sounds like there's a pack of zombies trying to get through the roof.  Only slobbering ghouls gnawing on the joists would be cool.  These guys aren't cool, although slobbering ghoul isn't too far off (I kid! I kid!).  Seriously though, a couple of these guys seem like their IQ may be room temperature.  As I sit here, one of the workers keeps walking back and forth across the lawn singing, "Na na NA na!  Na na NA na! Hey-ey-ey!  Good Game!"  again and again and againandagainadnagain.  Good game?  Are you kidding me?!  It doesn't help that one of the workers put their foot all the way through the roof into my sisters closet.

Actually, my cynicism is probably entirely unfounded.  These guys are fixing our roof, which is leaking again, so I should be more grateful.

In other news, my preggo sister Averie is here for the week with her little belly bean, who I call Cletus the Fetus.  Having her here has been great, just like old times.  And just like old times, when she leaves her Facebook open, I can't help but mess with it.  Granted, I did change it back after a few minutes, which I don't normally do.  Here are a couple pics I took before I fixed it.

Steampunk + Guitar = Fantastronomical Win

I've been doing some research on guitars lately since I hope to buy one before I leave to Alaska (in 19 days!!), and while stumbling around some corner of the internet I found what are in my opinion the coolest guitars in the world, made by a guy named Tom Cochran.

This guy takes one of my favorite niche art aesthetics, steampunk, and applies it to guitars.  The resulting combination is the best thing since Copernicus Reese mixed peanut butter with chocolate.