Game of Thrones has ruined talking about the onset of cold weather

I believe last week is the first week I've never updated? I think? So here's some stuff to make up for that:

That was cool, right? Yeah, totally. So my life has become an ever-whirling maelstrom of chaos and busyness and yesterday I almost wept with gratitude because I had time to do laundry and take the clothes off the back of my chair. Most of the busyness that has pushed me over the top is entirely my own doing and I deserve no -- NO SYMPATHY. But friendship is what makes us human. No, that's not even true, because check out how sorry this raccoon is that he hurt his cat friend:

But as is sometimes the case in life, I also had stopped reading ennnnnntirely and only sort of kind of started again Saturday night when I finally finished Caitlin Moran's How to Build a Girl, which I will properly review and link up to the ever delightful Emily's blog since she hosted the readalong for it. Oh right, I also haven't looked at blogs in a week since many of them were talking about the end of How to Build a Girl and I did not want to be SPOILED.

Literary/bookness was not entirely neglected though...ok, I just spent ten minutes trying to think of ways literary/bookness was not entirely neglected, which makes me think it was completely. I did, however, watch some episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

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And I've mainly been singing...a lot. As I do that. Oh! And going to the RenFair in Kenosha, Wisconsin. I don't know about the RenFair in your area, but ours is kickass, and I was with a four year old who wanted NOTHING MORE THAN TO RIDE PONIES, which betters the RenFair experience so long as you are not trying to eat chili and cheese curly fries while she is asking, as those two activities do not go together. 

How are we all feeling about the oncoming fall? I realize it's the whitest thing ever, but I am legit excited about pumpkin spice lattes I AM SORRY I DID NOT THINK I WOULD BECOME THIS PERSON. I'm also excited because colder temperatures mean the grisly death of all fruit flies, and I've never truly understood psychopathic genocidal feelings until fruit flies descended upon my apartment. I did not think I could yell "YOU DICK" at a being smaller than one's smallest toenail, but oh, the many times that has now happened. The worst thing is, I usually yell it because the fly decides NOT to let me murder it. "STAY STILL WHILE I SMUSH YOU, FLY." But it is having none of it.

Anyone at all involved with the Midwest knows that last winter was so cold that only deep, entrenched laziness could keep us all here instead of executing a mass migration to New Mexico. But here we all here. Slowly becoming more and more terrified as the weather turns brisk. Delighting in fall with its profusion of stylish jackets but fearing the subsequent weatherman warnings that if you go outside for more than ten minutes, you will just be dead.

Oh, how I would like to finish you, Storm of Swords. And The Paying Guests. And that J.K. Rowling book from two years ago. GOALS FOR THE FALL. Along with killing every fruit fly that darkens my door.