I got to petsit Molly in my new place for the first time.
She’s gone but the fur remains.
(Isn’t she just so. freaking. cute?)
(I know.)
And, in case you’re wondering, she’s laying on a comforter one of my friends had dragged to my sofa one night.
I’ve spent my life finding the temperature my mom keeps her house (68-70 degrees) freezing cold, so it’s been quite a twist that since moving my body has readjusted to some strange extent.
The temperature I keep my thermostat at?
61.
(In my defense, when people are over and complaining, I’ve been known to raise it to 64.)
(I’m a giver.)
Allison claims the name Shane no longer has meaning to her, like how if you repeat armadillo 500 times you can no longer think of it as a real word.
This is because of my oh-so-recent-yet-all-encompassing obsession with The Walking Dead.
I read the first two chapters of the book for a graphic novel book club I’m trying to stealthily join, then over the following weekend finished the first compendium.
Allison, a long-time fan of the television show, suggested I watch that, probably because she had no idea how often I would gchat her in-depth discussions of Dale’s poor judgment.
(Yes, I’ve obsessively discussed this show so much I know the character’s names.)
(It’s like a life milestone.)
I’ve now finished the first two seasons on Netflix, and as soon as I bully Lindsey into finishing them too we’re going to catch up on this season thanks to her brother and an Xbox subscription.
(This has rather been a sad turn for Skye, who has no interest in the book or TV show but has to spend every single group interaction listening to us bash Lori.)
(Who’s totally evil, right?)
(Right.)
My yellow entryway isn’t really an appropriate entry in a list of joyful things.
Soul-crushing things, tear-jerking things, wall monstrosities – any of those lists would be more appropriate.
But I do have three friends who came over for a normal Tuesday night dinner and Walking Dead discussion who, after I kindly suggested we add yet two more coats to my walls, eagerly grabbed brushes and rollers.
And that is because I am quite lucky.
When it comes to friends, that is.
My wall luck is very poor.
Though we did have homemade pizza, so, really, they needed to use all that energy up painting something.
I probably save my neighborhood from quite the graffiti spree.
(You’re welcome, neighbor with white van.)
Now that I’ve finished Walking Dead
I’ve started watching Battlestar Galactica
Because I’m addicted to addictions,
Megan
If There Were More Undead, The World Would Be A Happier Place
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Wait, did you *buy* a place? Like a real, true grown up?
Never know, that neighbor might just really really wish he had a yellow van, and you just deprived them of the opportunity.
Very glamorous shot of your painting crew.
I am sending my son and husband to you for immediate babysitting.
They, too, love The Walking Dead AND cold houses.
Plus, they won’t leave TOO much hair on your couch.
Probably.
Win. Win.
I’m sold. But I hope they enjoy awkward pauses, I’m not great around new people.
Ummm….Did you get permission to show a friends butt crack? I’m not sure why, but that was seriously the first thing I noticed in that picture, not the bright yellow wall (which I love!)
Contrary to popular belief, I am a Canadian and the cold hurts my bones. When Shawn leaves the house I crank the heat up. I like to pretend that I’m somewhere tropical while distracting myself from the yard devoid of colour.
I like yellow.
Especially if it was in the sky.
Dead things scare me.
The end.
Yellow is amazing. And a Canadian who doesn’t love the cold? Hmm… seems suspicious. But, then again, I only have a Canadian’s word to go on!
I just love the yellow painting contrasting with the white! And I wonder why you decided to show off the left-over pizza; to make some people cry for some? Always ever creative Megan!
I could not get into Battlestar Galactica. But, I’m tempted to give it another go. My current obsession is Sherlock with Benedict Cumberbatch (which is a name that I just know you’d enjoy, so I’ll say it again & again: Benedict Cumberbatch, Benedict Cumberbatch).
I understand The Walking Dead will end when everyone knows where Carl is.
I make a kick-ass homemade pizza.
I’m a full season behind in The Walking Dead. But, yeah, Lori is evil. Is she as evil in the graphic novels?
Oh my gosh, I LOOOOVE Sherlock. My mom gave me the first season on DVD 2 Christmases ago, and they have the original pilot, which is the same plot as the pilot they ended up using, but longer and it’s actually not quite as good but I’m crazily obsessed, so was still thrilled. However, I watch them with my mom and Lindsey and we’re bad at planning, so I’ve still only seen the first episode of the second season. It’s quite sad.
And reading the books first is so interesting, because they really are quite different. For instance, Carl? Never disappears. Not once. And Lori is not evil at all! Isn’t that strange? ‘Cause, yeah, maybe because they kill off Shane in the first twenty pages, so she doesn’t get the opportunity to drive him insane and discover just how good that feels.
p.s. You should totally give BSG another go – I didn’t really get into it until the second season, but once it picks up it is crazy addictive.
I keep my house at 65 degrees, 60 during the day when we aren’t home and if you’re lucky 68 when it gets cold. My husband likes to complain that he’s cold walking around in a tee shirt so I tell him to throw on a sweatshirt. He doesn’t like that very much
I felt the need to convert 61′F into a temperature scale I can understand, and I am horrified. Horrified! I don’t like our summer heat, but am pretty sure I’d be frozen solid in your place
Addicted to addictions, though…that I do understand. It’s a nice stance to take.
Well, it just sounds worse in Celsius, because the numbers are so low! But then, I think all the numbers are too low, which is why Celsius is confusing. And addiction addictions are the way to go!
Wow, 61 is pretty intense. Are you truly comfortable at that temperature or is it a money saving thing?
A little of both, though I really am comfortable, which is the crazy thing. I decided to try it one day and then I’m just like, hm, this feels fine! However, apparently nobody else agrees. Which is going to be sad when it’s discovered I have some terrible, temperature-raising disease!
Love the yellow hallway. My daughter painted her room the same shade of yellow, and it’s very warm and comforting.
So Walking Dead is worth it? Andrea’s been talking about trying to start watching it for a while. Maybe we’ll have to do that this weekend.
Starting Battlestar Galactica? Have you seen the Portlandia episode where they start watching the DVD? Hysterical! If you haven’t watched Portlandia, you totally need to watch that too.
PS- I love your bookshelves! (I’m full of randomness today).
The Walking Dead is the best thing that ever happened to my TV. For serious. But I don’t hate Lori. Andrea? Totally. Lori? Not so much.
I’ve only read one of the comics, though. I really need to pick up the graphic novels.
I could never get into the Walking Dead thing (scary!) (creepy!) (nightmares just from writing this probably!) and so I cannot relate to that particular obsession.
You might need a swimsuit if you were to visit our house. (74; 76 if it’s windy outside) (Although, in my defense, when I turn a space heater on, it registers 67 even though the thermostat says it’s 74…so something is clearly wrong one way or the other.)
However! I do have this to say: You are cuckoo nutso for having your thermostat set at 61 degrees. I would literally need a snowsuit!
I watched the first two seasons while in the hospital on bedrest with Bacon and OMG it’s so good!
I also watched almost all of Pretty Little Liars, Firefly, and Breaking Bad. Hospital bedrest is good for catching up on TV shows.
Oooh, I’ve seen Firefly but never checked out Pretty Little Liars or Breaking Bad. Would you recommend?