Sunday Yard II

Hello, Creatures!

Statistics say Sunday’s a slow internet day, so we’ll take it nice and easy with another humorous backyard adventure.

This is mine and 1950s Dad’s first spring with our very own back yard after moving out of our apartment and into the wilds of suburbia. And while Atlanta seems reluctant to let go of it’s brief, and out-of-season cold weather (it’s APRIL, already. Let’s dispense with the 55 degree mornings, please!), Winter is truly over, and that means cleaning up the yard that we’ve had the luxury of neglecting all season.

It’s here that I should mention the previous owners of the house were kind of yard nuts and so we inherited this crazy-landscaped back yard, complete with a waterfall. That you turn on with a remote. I’m serious. And while it was something that I probably never would have considered putting in the yard, myself, I have to admit it’s pleasant to hear the sound of gently running water while I’m sketching out on the back deck.

Before you start thinking that I’m a total hippie, lounging in dappled sunlight sketching fairies whilst butterflies alight on the end of my pencil (NONE of this is true by the way, except the part about doodling fairies outside), let’s talk about the upkeep of said water feature.

The thing got choked with leaves this fall, because I didn’t have the foresight to cover it with a tarp to keep the leaves out. Pro tip: it’s impossible to rake rocks, so borrow a leaf blower from a friend. The leaf blower, however will NOT be able to get all the horrible rotting leaves that have collected in the middle pool of your waterfall and sunk to the bottom in a disgusting sludge. And neither will you be able to dip the rake in to scoop them out.

So you’ll find yourself up to your elbows in frigid standing water pulling oozing leaves out and dumping them into a bin, like I did. I’m sure there was a better way to do this, but this was the fastest, and I clearly don’t have any sense when it comes to sticking my hands into the unknown. After several handfuls of what-used-to-be-leaves is when I started pulling out:

The creatures.

These bizarre little grub things that seemed to be fine living in the water considering I was pulling them up from the bottom, but also didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that they’d been dredged up on to dry land either. They’d just sort of…I dunno grub around like you’d expect. And they had tails. Really long whip-like tails, adding to their creep-factor.

After panicking about weather or not I’m inadvertently breeding some kind of suburban version of Cthulhu, I turned to the all powerful Internet for help. And God bless Google for catering to the layman because after several attempts I finally typed “What the hell is this weird grub with a whip tail in my pond” and got what I was looking for.

Allow me to introduce the Rat-tailed Maggot.

Hold it.

Maggot. That means this creepy grub thing is going to turn into a fly. Which is pretty gross, considering they generally eat things like poo. But fear not! I got lucky. These guys actually turn into something called a Drone Fly. Which I discovered is fly that likes to pretend it’s a bee. They’re even good pollinators and they don’t bite or sting, so I guess I shouldn’t really complain. Now I just gotta figure out how I can keep them around, but still kill of the mosquito larvae that reside in the same pool. Oh yeah! And that tail that I thought was for swimming is actually a snorkel for them to breathe. Nature is weird!

So concludes your lesson in weird backyard fauna! That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!

 

Birthday Aftermath

Hello, my Creatures.

Yesterday we had 1950s Dad’s birthday party. He’s complaining that he’s an old man now (Which is a complete lie, because we’re both not-so-secretly-12-on-the-inside, and I’m sure there’s a few viewers out there shaking their fists at their monitors), but I think that’s mostly just part of being 1950s Dad. 

A good time was had by all. Well, probably with the exception of Harley, who spent most of the evening curled up on the bed, staring warily out into the hallway. I think she has a limit of Five Extra People. We did pretty well for ourselves, as evidenced by the recycle box. It is QUITE full, and, no it is not entirely filled with bottles (there’s a fair amount of Dr. Pepper  and Root Beer cans as well. Got to have our sugar rush, after all.)….Though it is mostly filled with bottles. Because we are card-carrying grown-ups (drivers’ licenses and debit cards TOTALLY count.).

Happy Birthday, 1950s Dad, glad it was a good one ^_^

That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!

 

 

Something on Comments…

Good morning, Creatures.

I assume you’ve noticed (in particular new audience members) that sometimes it may take awhile for your comments to show up when you submit them. Just wanted to make sure you guys know that I DO see them and read them all. In fact, I approve them each individually. If I didn’t, we’d all get to see comments like this:

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Yeah.

I’m currently looking for solutions to this issue, so that commenting will be immediate, yet not require a bunch of extra hoops for you guys. In the mean time: Dear spam bots, no one on the Internet calls them web-logs. It is a dead giveaway that you are a spam bot. Ya jerks.

That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!

Oog.

Hello, my Creatures.

Nothing fancy tonight, it’s been a long day, and more stressful that it had any right to be! Some days in the retail world are longer than others.

Got a couple of Stick comics out of it though, so all in all….Totally. Worth. It.

Short and sweet tonight, and as always: Thanks for reading!

The Sunday Yard

Good morning, Creatures!

Finally, it seems as though Atlanta’s weather has recalled that it IS, in fact, April and MAYbe it should be warmer than 55 degrees.

I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but I feel like Atlanta has gotten more winter out of March and April than it did in the ACTUAL designated winter-months. This does not change the fact that in another month or so, everyone (myself, included) will soon be complaining about the oppressive heat and praying for fall again.

What HAS changed is that 1950s Dad and I have a house now, and all the spring-time trappings that come with it. Complete with zoysia grass (mentioned in an earlier Stick comic), the best grass in life. I was inORDinately happy to discover that the house came with a patch of this grass. We had nearly an entire lawn of it in the house I grew up in, and it’s just fantastic. Now I just have to encourage it to grow all over the yard because I am in love with zoysia grass and need to spread that love around. Man. I’m pretty sure the fact that I’m nerding out about grass is proof of my eventual slipping into adulthood. Nonetheless, I’m actually pretty thrilled about having a yard, even though I know it’s going to be a ton of work (what we have to get a lawn mower now?), but now that it’s finally gotten a little warmer (and stopped raining every other day), we’ve been able to start working in it. More adventures to follow, I’m sure.

That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!

FWA Wrap Up

Hello, my Creatures!

Just a quick note to tell everyone that I had a great time hanging out in Artist Alley at FWA this past weekend. It was great getting to meet some new folks and see some old friends and acquaintances. Thanks to everyone that stopped by my table to chat, I had a great time! I’ll definitely be there again next year ^_^ And I’ll be posting some of the stuff I drew at the convention over on Tumblr and DeviantArt.

That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!

True Omnivore.

Hello, Creatures.

First and foremost! Hanging out in the Artist Alley at FWA this weekend, come on by! And if you’re just checking out this site for the first time, thanks for stopping by and saying hello!

Second and…er…second-most…I’d like to take this opportunity to warn you that I am extremely food driven. You know when you watch those shows on the I hate Humanity Channel Animal Planet, like Animal Cops: InsertCityHere, and they talk about animals being food aggressive?

That’s me.

If I was a dog, in the pound, I’d be the one put down because I’m there trying to rip the hand off of whomever is trying to take my food.

I have no clue where this behavior came from. It’s not like I came from a big family and had to fight to get enough food. And it’s not like we just didn’t have enough food on the table, either. My one sibling and I were always well-fed. Nevertheless, I get REALLY overprotective of whatever it is that’s sitting on my plate. I don’t like it when folks are even eying my food! Even people for whom I care very deeply about….Say…My husband, 1950’s Dad.

Let’s say I’m eating fries from somewhere and in swoops 1950’s Dad to grab one. I KNOW this is a common thing, and it’s JUST one fry, it’s not like I’d even miss it if I hadn’t been paying attention (I am ALWAYS paying attention to french fries. Constant. Vigilance.). Plus, I mean, come on, this is my husband I’m talking about here, we’re supposed to share just about everything. This does not stop the well of anger that suddenly, and unexpectedly comes bubbling up before I stop myself and think, “Wooooah….Wait. You are acting like a crazy person!”  (The key to getting around this is for him to ask before taking one. For some reason, that seems to quell the rage, lol!)

All this is why I get terribly excited when it comes to obtaining foods that I can’t always get year round, like, say, Girl Scout cookies. I haven’t yet popped out of the bushes on some Scouts on vacation…

yet…

But I HAVE startled them with my exuberant shouts when I see them camped out in front of the grocery store. They always end up with this wary look that says: “you’re supposed to be a grown-up.” Yes. Yes, I am, little Scouts. And this grown up is handing you cash for cookies. So fork over!

That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!

News Time!

Hello, my Creatures!

Got a lot going on this week in preparation for FWA (Furry Weekend Atlanta) this weekend in Atlanta. If you happen to be in the area, I’ll be hanging out in the Artist Alley there pretty much all weekend. Stop by ^_^

And now for something completely different!

In other news, today marks the 101st anniversary of the foundation of the Girl Scouts of America. I’ll admit, I don’t know a TON about the organization (I was never in Scouts) other than they’re a pretty cool and positive organization for young girls/women (and of course those freaking-delicious cookies!). Here’s your quick blurb of Savannah History for the week: they were also founded in Savannah, Georgia by Juliet Gordon Lowe, so the city is kind of a destination point for a lot of troops around the country, especially in the spring.

So, armed with this bit of knowledge, as the Fairy Door Adventure comes to a close (for the moment…Don’t think for a SECOND we won’t see what’s on the other side of that door!), off to a new adventure full of cookies and Girl Scouts Wilderness Girls!

That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!

Savannah

Hello, my Creatures!

Most of you have realized by now, that On the Couch takes place in the city of Savannah, Georgia. I’m fairly familiar with it, as I went to college there and then lived there for several years after I’d graduated. It’s a strange town with a special kind of “weird” that I’ve never experienced anywhere else. Savannah’s got the only kind of eccentricity that can only come with age. Savannah’s an OLD town. The buildings downtown are old (pre-civil war in many cases), the trees are old (when I draw one of the parks as a veritable jungle with parking meters sticking up in the backgrounds, I swear, it’s not very far from the truth.), and a lot of the traditions and mentalities are old (for better or, in some cases, for worse.).  Savannah’s big on preserving its history and seemingly as a result, it’s gotten a little quirky.

The tunnels I’ve mentioned in the Couch comic are, indeed, based in fact. Sort of. Any number of local folks will tell you that the city’s underground is laced with a network of secret, haunted tunnels (at least these were some of the rumors I was fed on a number of occasions while in school). Personally, I don’t think there’s a whole lot of truth in that. Savannah’s not even 50 feet above sea level and it’s not that far away from the ocean, so the idea of a vast underground labyrinth isn’t particularly credible. Parts of the city would be caving in all over itself every time it rained.

HOWEVER. When Jazz mentions that it was only ONE tunnel used for yellow fever victims, that bit’s true. It’s a much shorter tunnel, though.

That’s all your Savannah history for now, and as always: thanks for reading!

Happy (Valentine’s) Day

Good morning, Creatures!

Wishing you all a Happy Valentine’s Day (if you celebrate it)! If not, for whatever your reasons on this most emotionally loaded of holidays, I hope you have a good day anyway ^_^

I have to go stop the cat from eating the flowers.

That’s all for now, and as always: thanks for reading!