Base camp has been located, breached and almost fully accessorized...

I'm here and I like it. My keyboard is not feeling well so until that is righted, this is all you shall know...

The going ons

Still looking for a place to call base camp. I thought I found this studio a block from the beach for an exceedingly decent price. It isn't the nicest of places, but as I left what was left of my pride in AZ, and since it takes the dogs and is one block from the ocean I can see myself being totally cool with staying there. Apparently Denny isn't very good about answering his phone and therefore I am having a hard time paying for this place and moving in. Dick. I'm heading off to some rental agency place I found on CL. They list all these decently priced places without an address or anyway to contact them through email. I prefer email so this put me off a wee bit until I called the office. The chick that answered refused to give me any information, wouldn't put me through to anyone because no one was in the office and when I mentioned email, she sounded all taken aback and told me they only deal with people who physically come into the office. I asked her if she was kidding and she assured me she was not. They're going to regret this policy after I storm the castle. Not because I am feeling spiteful or anything, it's just the way it goes. Worst client to date. I can't tell you how many people have attested to that one. My own brother won't finish my tattoo because I am his "worst client to date". He even reassures other clients with that detail when they feel like they could have done better. Well, I'm ready. Let's just hope they are yeah?

SD stopped by the other day just as I was finishing up a hat. I was making it for the pleasure of having something to do and he got all excited when he saw it and I told him to keep it. Open can of worms. Next thing you know, it's all about Rastafarian colors. If you know me, you'll know I had a small issue with this, but agreed nonetheless because he was so incredibly thrilled and I enjoy watching hot boys get excited about things like knitting. Off we went to pick out the colors. After making the first hat, I thought I would look up the Rasta deal while making the second hat. I hate making anything attached to the masses and having meaning behind it without knowing every single small detail about the history. That is the last Rasta anything I ever make. You couldn't pay me a million dollars per fucking second to make anything Rasta. Smoking weed, growing dreadlocks (which are fucking repulsive to me btw) and eating vegetables my ass. Lucky for the Rasta's, Bob Marley came on the scene and glossed over their mainly kill whitey theme with sad beautiful songs about oppression and ganga and what have you. Lucky little cover up if you ask me. You know it's interesting... I love music. I mean, anything for the most part. Country, world, Indian, anything. Reggae comes on and I feel a deep deep dissatisfaction. Sometimes, I don't even realize it's the music, I just know I am suddenly getting super bitchy. You could lump it in with racism and that would be fine with me, but I am totally cool with Jazz, Hip Hop and some Rap so that wouldn't make sense for once. At least now I have the backing for my malcontent behavior when Reggae comes on. And I'm the racist one? Oh... steel drums. I love them. I love them a lot. I used to end up late for work in the mornings for sitting and listening to the dude playing them at Park Street in the morning... He was a nice one to sip coffee to.

I am in the middle of making a blanket for someone having a baby. I have yet to make a blanket and I have yet to worry about a baby so this is all new and exciting. I am using my scarf loom and I shall somehow creatively put all the blocks together to make an awesome little blanket for a tiny fresh person.

My neighbors were just loud last night. Her cousins sound fun. I hope they come to visit... Also, I'm going to try and strike a bargain to stay here since I love it so very much. Eh, we'll see what they say. I'll hit them up after ruining the day of this other rental place. Coffee is in my system, off I go.

The question isn't if I can, it's when I will next...

If my neighbors had the slightest clue on how often I have my ear pressed against the adjoining door and my hand pressed over my mouth to stifle the laughter, I bet they'd be horrified. They started it. They're loud, and often angry and I am a perpetual eavesdropper...

Rain makes me feel clever

Ricochet Rabbit is a poseur

Whoa. Just fucking whoa. I'm into wild rides but this latest one was ridiculous even according to my totally fucked up terms and standards. Let's just pretend the last however many days didn't happen and I'm staying in FL. That would totally work for me on both subjects. Tropical, birds, ocean, calm, need some stability anyone, get a job (part time), make lots of sick jewelry and mobiles that fit in with the sea side life style and the JH is going to try and settle once and for all. I shit you not. Besides, the J & T deserve a yard they can call their own and a steady place where when I leave to go the store they don't freak out and stand by the door wondering what the hell is going to happen next in their whirlwind life. Okay fine, we all need it. Nomad life is the shit. 100% awesome but having a base camp sounds pretty nifty too... I seriously can't see myself ever waking up here, walking outside and being all ugh. The plants I was so proud of keeping alive in MA are shrubbery and shade trees here. Hummingbird feeders aren't necessary, just grow the flowering vines (although you sooo know there will be one by a window somewhere...) and the little dudes come around.

I totally covered the hurricane issue with SD (surfer dude) and he says if you have ever camped for a little while with no electricity and running water, it's not a big deal. Have I? JH + Camping 4eva. He also says he'll give me surfing lessons and I can use his long board since it's a good starter board. Tell me I won't talk all surfer lingo and start territory wars by surfing where I want, when I want. Did you know surfers have territory issues? Don't they seem to calm and amicable for that type of shit? I can't wait because I have invading territory and acting like I don't know what the deal is issues and it always works out in my favor because I am utterly convinced we can all be super good friends and I am very persuasive on the subject. Also, hello? I have been invited to go boar and alligator hunting, along with shark fishing. HA! I can finally have "shark hunting" as a hobby on my resume and it will be totally true for once! YES! All I have to accomplish now is the ballroom dancing because I have humming completely mastered...

I'm going to like totally catch the swell brah.