Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Disappearance of the Doro Worms

This morning, when we went to deck the house of the doro worms with a miniature crocheted candy corn garland we'd made them for Halloween, an unexpectedness was observed. Not a single doro worm was not home.

We're not sure where they've gone to, or if they'll be returning anytime soon. Until we know for sure, their house will hang from our ceiling with the door open to welcome them home, just in case they ever need it again.

Friday, September 26, 2014

Frisbee Tic-Tac-Toe

Let me tell you about our new favorite game that both of us are wholeheartedly in lust with, and if it weren't for having to erase the board with water and feeling wasteful, we'd play all day long every day.

To play, you'll need a flying disc (or several, depending on whether or not you feel like retrieving) and something to draw or make a big tic-tac-toe board with--and so, naturally, a big place to make it as well. Chalk on a driveway or a quiet street works best, but you could also lay sticks down to make a board in a field. Then, instead of playing by selecting where you'll put your X's and your opponent will put his or her O's, the twist comes in when you have to toss the Frisbee onto the board to be able claim spots on the board. Perhaps you'll want to mark a line designating where both players must stand behind to throw the Frisbee(s), to make it fair.

I suppose you could play strictly giving each player one chance to toss the Frisbee and if it doesn't even make it on the board, it still counts, but Silkworm and I played so we each got as many turns as we needed to get our Frisbee on the board in an empty spot--not necessarily in the spots we wanted them to land, but at least so we could mark an X or an O somewhere on every turn. We also drew our boxes quite big for lots of landing space, which worked better than I expected!

When you finish the first round, have a hose nearby to clean off the board.

If you're a great Frisbee thrower, this is your kind of game, and if you think otherwise, let me let you in on a little secret. Once upon a time, my mom went to a dog Frisbee workshop seminar-y thingy and learned from a professional how to throw a Frisbee. It doesn't matter too much how you grip it, but when you're throwing it, try standing with your dominant hand's side of your body turned to your target. Stand with your legs wide apart and both arms out straight--just like a starfish--and when you're ready to hit that bull's-eye, curl the arm of the hand holding the Frisbee into your chest, and then flick your arm out, letting go of the Frisbee at the very moment your arm is directly straight in front of you, but without stopping the motion of your arm and letting it continue until it's back at the side of your body it originates from.

Tell us if you play, and please send us photos if you take any!

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Would You Rather: Open Call for Guest Posters

Maybe you saw our first post for our sparkly new Would You Rather guest post series last week. Whether you missed it or not, Silkworm and I are in need of more guest posters for the series, so if you're up for it, get in touch!

Our Would You Rather series is designed to discover the depths of our guest posters and allow them to introduce themselves on a deeper level than a typical interview. Each guest poster gets a question that begins with "Would you rather.." and must choose between the two scenarios they are presented with. Then they explain their choice, picking apart the question with their own unique interpretation and exposing their morals and ideals in the process. We like to think a Would You Rather question is the best way to get to know someone--big talk, not small talk.

We're looking to post Would You Rather guest posts monthly or bimonthly, depending on how many participants we can recruit. If you're interested, have a look at a post to get an idea of what it's all about, and then get in touch via email asking for your question!

If it makes you feel better, here's a few guidelines of what to include in your email:
1. Your name
2. A link to your blog or a social media (Instagram, Tumblr...)
3. A 1-2 sentence third person autobiography, to introduce yourself (or we'll write one!)
4. A photo of yourself for us to use in the post

Anyone who comes looking for an opportunity is going to get one, and we'll give you a question and a deadline to get your answer in by. We can't wait to hear more inspiring answers!

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Paint Chip Poetry

Silkworm and I picked up these paint chips with another idea in mind, which we'll revisit in the near future, but upon reading the names of the colors and finding connections, we were inspired to do something different with them.

We wrote poetry--or maybe prose. We tried not to think too much and let the connections between the colors form themselves, and then we'd just build off of the idea. Some of them proved harder to work with than others, because the names of colors didn't sound good together, but the key is just to fit them into a poem. Don't worry about if the colors sound silly or like something you'd never write. Just let them flow. Play with longer and shorter paint chips with more or less colors. Work off of only one color or mix ten different paint chips. Let the changing of the colors create and guide the mood of the story.

(The blue one is our favorite from our bunch. We even folded it up to put in our memory shoebox.)

Paint chip poetry is a wonderful way to spark creativity. Each one can end up sounding other-worldly and naturally magical. Writers suffering from dreaded cases of Writer's Block would probably find them as useful prompts for creating settings, characters, or plots.

Let us know if you write any paint chip poems, and we'd love it if you'd share them with us! And you can read all four of ours below.

Yellow: A meadow of Tropical Cassia and Wild Chanterelle grew under our feet. There were two cottages before us, one painted Eastern Colonial Yellow and the other Vintage Scotch Yellow. A Summer Sunflower grew through the roof of the second house, tall and Rich Curry Gold. The world was the epitome of Warm Autumn Gold.

Green: The air smelled like Wild Lemon Basil. She'd just finished cleaning. Out the window was a field of Golden Wheat Grass and we could hear the Rushing Tiger River behind the house. The witch came in, her face Somber Bitter Green. She carried a basket of lettuce looking much more like Swiss cheese, from which a Garden Katydid proudly hopped off. Salad was cancelled and instead we ate Olive Toast at the Sorrento Estate.

Blue: An enormous Cloud Formation the shape of a fortress graced the sky that radiated the Essence of Blue. We were on an island in the middle of the ocean exploring a Bluebell Garden. We'd gotten Lost at Sea searching for the Cherished Blue Diamond and suddenly we fell into space. We got further lost in the Limitless Cosmos Blue. The inside of Neptune is Deep Heliotrope and so is the color of my veins.

White: The air was Quite White if air can be such a thing. His face, on the other hand, was turning Mountain Ash Gray. We handed him a Pocket Full of White and he mixed it with Cut Crystal. Someone played a Silver Celesta in the corner of the room with playful fingers. Japanese Windflower started to grow through the walls. In return for our help, he gave us the Jeweler's Lavender Gem.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Book Review: Good Omens

The fact that I laughed out loud while reading this book practically every 10 pages speaks volumes of praise and recommendation. I have never laughed out loud at a book ever. I thought it was because I was immune to written jokes, but the real reason was because no author I've ever read has a comedic value that could compare to this pair's. Good Omens is so creatively written in a way I can't and don't want to explain. You have to read it for yourself--even a couple pages is enough, if you're not a book reader. Maybe you will be once you get into this one.

Title: Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
Authors: Neil Gaiman and Terry Prachett
Genre: Fantasy, comedy

Summary: Armageddon is nigh in a hilarious fashion, featuring a righteous angel and an Earth-loving demon who lost the Antichrist and a pair of humans trying to figure out how to stop the holy war before it begins.

Rating: 10/10
Would recommend to those who like: Implied humor, sarcasm, references upon references to other outside works, supernatural fantasy, the show Supernatural

Favorite Moments & Quotes*
*No spoilers!

1. “It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.”

2. "It's Tchaikovsky's 'Another One Bites the Dust'," said Crowley, closing his eyes as they went through Slough. To while away the time as they crossed the sleeping Chilterns, they also listened to William Byrd's "We Are the Champions" and Beethoven's "I Want To Break Free." Neither were as good as Vaughan Williams's "Fat-Bottomed Girls."

3. "And on the other hand, you got people [demons] like Ligur and Hastur, who took such a dark delight in unpleasantness you might even have mistaken them for human."

4. "The color that flashes in bursts behind your eyes, behind the pain, just before you die, is infra-black."

5. "Crowley had been extremely impressed with the warranties offered by the computer industry, and had in fact sent a bundle Below to the department that drew up the Immortal Soul agreements, with a yellow memo form attached just saying: 'Learn, guys.'"

6."...Every couple months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt or browning, or just didn't look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the other plants. 'Say goodbye to your friend,' he'd say to them. 'He just couldn't cut it...' ...The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified."

7. "'I don't see why it's taken thousands of years to sort out.' 'That's because the people trying to sort it out were men,' said Pepper, meaningfully."