Storytime: Pussy Hats

Get it? Like a pussy cat, but a hat instead.

Aloha humans! I guess now is a good time to inform you that I knit. I have a lot of hobbies, actually (I should make a post about that). My mother is a big knitter and also a big women’s rights activist, and in teaching me how to knit, she had me practice with pussy hats.

These are hats that end in cat ears (thus the pun) and are really simple to make. Just Google it and you’ll find a super easy pattern. My mother wanted to make some to hand out at marches (r mail to her friend in DC to hand out at marches) and having a daughter interested in kitting was a great way to get more made.

Basically, she taught me the basics of knitting and purling and tying off and casting on (hats off to anyone who understands that terminology) through scarves. Then, once I’d made 2 scarves, she gave me a bunch of pink yarn and the pattern for the hat and I was off (she actually helped me cast on most of the time). Somewhere I have a notebook where I kept track of rows. I made something like 8-11ish hats (I can’t remember exactly how many) in varying shades of pink. This project is also where I started my tradition of tying yarn from finished projects to my wrist (and if it falls off my wrist, to my shoelaces).

We then made cards telling who made what hat and encouraging recipients to send pictures, put the cards in the hats, and mailed them to DC. We actually did get some pictures back! Since this project I’ve mostly only made wash cloths, but I am pretty proud of the fact that my hats were in a huge, televised, rights march.

Moral of the story? Take up a hobby? I don’t know. Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!



You Know What You Should Check Out?

Web comic Recommendation

You humans should check out Cucumber Quest. If the name didn’t already sell you, here’s a summary.

You magician-in-training Cucumber is tasked by his over-bearing father to defeat the evil Queen Cordelia, who plans to summon the Nightmare Knight. Except, she already summoned the Knight, so now he has to defeat them both.


Almond, the way cooler little sister

Carrot, the cowardly knight

Peridot, Cordelia’s young assistant/apprentice

Cosmo, the creepy-cute inventor

and the Disaster Masters, you’ll see.

Also, the heroes are all bunny-people.

Go read it! Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!


Storytime: The Scar

Aloha humans! I was afraid I would’ve run out of ideas by now, but somehow, I’m still going.

So, this story is from a long time ago. Back before I was in Kindergarten. Lizzy and I have pretty much always shared a room. One day I was supposed to be  helping clean that room, but I really needed to go to the bathroom (read: really didn’t wanna clean). At the time, my little brother (Blue) was still pretty young, so we had a baby gate seperating the kitche from the rest of the house. Since the room Lizzy and I shared was a converted garage, the only entrance was in the kitchen. We had to climb the baby gate in order to access the rest of the house.

So, I’m trying to go to the restroom and Bro is on the other side of the gate in the living room. He was playing pirate by himself and he wanted me to play too. I told him I had to go to the bathroom then I had to clean (keep in mind I didn’t really have to go to the bathroom). Bro the Pirate was determined that if I wouldn’t be a pirate I’d be a victim (basically he’d tickle me).

In order to make it to the restroom, I had to go over the gate, across the living room, into the hall, and take a right into the bathroom. I managed to get over the gate (shockingly), but I had to shake off Bro in order to make it the rest off the way. So, I start running (never a good idea indoors) and he takes off after me. Instead of making a straight shot to the restroom, I take a left into the office (not The Office, just an office) (hats off to anyone who gets that reference). And rather than just run in and out, I ran straight into a corner. Normally that wouldn’t be so bad, except this corner wasn’t inwards, it was outwards. Like, > L, if the L was the corner, the arrow shows which side of the corner I was on, but I hit the actual corner, not the wall.

Basically, Bro was my Voldemort (hats off to anyone who gets that reference) (which better be everyone). I screamed. My parents, who were outside at the time, run in to find they’re 3-4 year old daughter screaming on the floor with a giant gash on her forehead and they’re 7-8 year old son chanting “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” over and over again.

I ended up going to a children’s hospital. We waited way longer than was probably good. I ended up getting stitches and a sweet scar. We make a lot of Harry Potter jokes about it. The Girl Who Lived, etc. I ended up getting glasses later on, which ressurected the Harry Potter jokes. Then, when my mom moved out, I basically made her turn the closet under the stairs into my bedroom. It is still the coolest room in that house.

And that is how my life became nonstop Harry Potter jokes for years. Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!


Not For Tinies Acephobia Rant

I thought we were supposed to be better than the people who put us down!

I just found out my sister can’t celebrate pride month because apparently it would cause a controversy! FUCK THAT NOISE!

Okay, how is this in any way fair. Now would be a good time to mention my sister is Asexual and Aromantic. Apparently, Ace/Aro people “shouldn’t be allowed” to celebrate pride month. SERIOUSLY!!! The point of pride month is to be proud of your  LGBTQIA+ness, but for some reason asexual people don’t count!

I may be biased, after all my sis is ace. But I am so fucking pissed. How can people who have been persecuted for their sexuality turn around and do that to someone else?!? I thought we were supposed to be better than the people who put us down!

Lizzy is actively avoiding celebrating pride month online because she is afraid of being used as a weapon against other ace people. She is one of the lucky few who are cis and didn’t struggle with realizing their sexuality. She may be attacked or used to attack others because she was willing to accept herself with minimal fuss.

I am so… I can’t believe this is happening honestly. I thought we were above this. I thought that having gone through this we knew better. But I was wrong.

I’m disappointed. That’s really all there is to say on the matter (hats off to anyone who gets that reference and supports ace people).



Now for the real blog post of the day!

My sister (Formally Terezi, now called Lizzy), is a huge Homestuck fan. That’s why I called her Terezi in the first place. And for years she has been trying to make me read it. I’ve started the stupid thing twice already and got ~kinda far. So up until yesterday on my 3rd attempt, I knew what was going on.

oh boy.

Yesterday, I finally hit the point at which I had stopped previously. I know longer had all the dramatic irony. I know some things (Lizzy spoiled them), but I was not as prepared as I believed. Yesterday was fine, the story progressed logically. Unexpectedly logically… Then, this morning, I finished Act 5.

By now, the logic had already performed a flying piroutte of the handle (hats off to anyone who gets that reference), so I thought i could handle anything Act 6 had to throw at me. I was wrong.

to avoid spoilers, I’m gonna give a vague description.

So many flashing colors.

So many sound cards.

One was so long it was frickin hosted by Newgrounds (great site go check it out).





shipping (but very small)

3   y  e  a  r  s

and a new cast of characters.

And the added knowledge that this Act is aproximately the length of ~the first 4 COMBINED.

I have such a headache.

Save me….

Anyone who has already read/watched/played/whatever it is you DO with Homestuck knows exactly what I’m talking about.

And anyone who hasn’t…


Run and never get involved

(hats off to anyone who gets that reference)

Anyway, this post mostly just exists as me taking a moment to process some of the information. I’m done now. Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!


Short story: Our Leader, Comrade Barky

(hats off to anyone who gets that reference)
but if you didn’t, don’t worry Imma explain it.

Aloha humans! Have you read Animal Farm?

In my sohomore year we read Animal Farm, and thus came about the introduction of Our Leader, Comrade Napolean.

Our English teacher was pretty weird. She’s actually a family friend of mine; she knows my grandparents (paternal). She also runs (ran?) prom at our school. She was mostly normal teaching-wise, but every-now-and-then she would say something really weird or do something really bizzare.

When we were reading Animal Farm we had discussions every few days. And one day we were discussing the insistance of Napolean to be refered to as, “Our Leader, Comrade Napolean.” Us students were all joking about how annoying that would be cumbersome in normal conversation (much like the word “cumbersome”. Mrs. Barky chimes in with, “From now on I’d like you to refer to me as Our Leader, Comrade Barky.”

*Cue laughter*

We all new she was joking, but a choice few of us refused to let the joke die. For the rest of Semester 1 we refered to her as Our Leader, Comrade Barky, in any situation we would normally say her name. I even got her to sign a going-away present this way.

So, my teacher had a strange nickname for a semester. Truly the height of comedy, so blog-worthy. Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!


Storytime: How I met Lyn

Luckily, it wont take me 9 years to tell this story (hats off to anyone who gets that reference).

I’ve known Lyn for a LOOONG time. She was my first friend outside of my family. I was a shy kid on the first day of Kindergarten, but that didn’t last long. During playtime I really wanted to play with PlayDoh, for some reason, but all of it was taken by other kids. I finally got up the nerve to talk to this one girl with red PlayDoh. I asked her if I could have some and she tore the ball of dough in half and gave me half. I told her my name was Lorelei, but I go by Lorie. She introduced herself as Lyn (remember that cuz I couldn’t).

We played for a bit (“look Lorie, a PlayDoh toilet!”), and I instatntly decided she was my best friend. And then proceeded to forget her name. Everyday. For literal months (2). I finally figured out that her name was right near mine on the Line-Leader List and could finally stop asking her her name everyday like a weirdo and terrible friend. Obviously, I have it memorized now.

So, to avoid this being a short story (already did one of those today), I’m gonna tell of some of our Kindergarten adventures.

There was a kid named Zack that teased Lyn, so I called him Quack for a week. He finally quit.

One day we were playing hide-n-seek. I hid in my locker cuz I knew the trick to opening lockers from the inside. Once I was in, however, I discovered there was a “protective gaurd” over the inside latch to prevent kids from pinching their fingers, and my escape. I stayed quiet untill I was the only one unfound, then I banged on the locker door to let eeryone know where I was. But, I was a weak child and no one heard. Except Lyn. The teacher was starting the next part of the day and Lyn was like, “Miss, Lorie’s in a locker. Miss.” Finally, I was freed from my embarrassing prison.

The classroom we were in for kindergarten had a little loft thing called the Tree House (there was no tree tho). The Line-Leader got to sleep in the Tree House during naptime. Once Lyn convinced the teacher to let us both sleep there. We spent the whole time whispering.

Kinergarten was a weird time… Anywho, that’s how I met Lyn and the subsequent michief we got up to. Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!