More memeage

Snabbled from trialia: 

Go look at your blog/journal. Find the last fandom-related thing you posted. The characters in that post are now your team-mates in the Zombie Apocalypse. How fucked are you?

The Criminal Minds team?*  Are you kidding?  I'm going to be helping save the world! 


*see earlier entry!

Let down your hair

I mentioned the sunflowers growing outside my bedroom window--they're almost as tall as my shoulders now, and blooming vigorously.  This past weekend I was lying on my bed reading when I heard voices outside the open window, behind the curtain.  It was a couple of kids, picking a flower or two. 

I was briefly tempted to lean out a la the witch in Rapunzel, who was after all the one wronged at the beginning of the story, but I wasn't wearing a shirt and technically the plants don't belong to me.  

And, honestly, there's so little real beauty here.  The apartments are small and old and often overcrowded; there's some grass and bushes here, but no gardening per se, and the nearest road is six lanes, right past the gas station and the broken asphalt. 

Why shouldn't they have sunflowers?