forest lizard

One of my favorite rainbows to date, but I’ve been so busy the last month that I never got a chance to take decent outdoor photos of it. Even here, I was in a hotel room getting ready to head off to Louder Than Life (was anyone else there?!).

Manic Panic:
Electric Banana
Electric Lizard
Green Envy
Enchanted Forest
Atomic Turquoise
Rockabilly Blue
Deep Purple Dream
Hot Hot Pink

Bio professors are weird

So this year I had my first Bio course in college. I had anticipated interesting statements, but I waited to post them until the last day of class, which was today.

Here is the best of out of context quotes from my biology course:

- Next time you get surgery go to a surgeon who will do it outside because hospitals are a DEATHTRAP

- Male ducks just have to look pretty, it’s their job

- Those two groups aren’t going to be swapping gametes, are they?

- Not all insects are bugs!

- I don’t know your name so it’s not going to help your test score

- Jellyfish aren’t good at making fossils.  They die and in 10 seconds they’re like snot.

- All the genes to make a T. Rex are in a turkey.

- You could probably make a Terror Bird out of an ostrich.

- Years in Earth’s history is like dollars to the American government.

- If you were walking around on the surface of the planet back then, you would be dead.

- If you just pretend you’re not breathing oxygen you can pretend you’re on Earth about 3 billion years ago.

- It has -zoic in it because the people making this up just HAPPEN to be zoic.

- By the end of the Cambrian it’s a party!  You’ve got forests, giant centipedes, lizards…

- They’re multicellular but they don’t have any fancy bits

- You’d feel pretty good walking around in the Cambrian.  At least until something comes and tries to eat you.  Probably wouldn’t feel good after that.

- Mammals show up but they’re these pathetic little egg laying things

- Sauropods are walking around, and they keep changing their names, which is frustrating

- YOU SHALL NOT PASS! *strikes the ground with a tree branch*

- Some volcanos are more oozey and some are more explosive.

- It’s hard to fossilize snot

- I’M A LIZARD!  I’m not a lizard, but if I was-

- Am I gonna die in a swamp or a marsh?

- When Motorola first came out with the Razor -  man, that was such a cool flip phone…

- You’ve gone so deep you’re in Hell or something.  I don’t know.

- You’ve done that to poor, defenseless cats before.  Because it’s fun.

- Three years of this slide and I was clueless as to why people were laughing

- … and if you don’t know what I’m talking about good for you.

- Let’s talk about fly sex!

- Now I’m not an expert on fly sex, but–

- I dunno what’s with science books and sexual behavior but they like that!  Now let’s look at rats!

- Next time you have calamari just remember you’re eating seafood with an I.Q.!

- Plants don’t move they prefer to put down roots.  *silence*  I thought that would be funnier.

- Don’t let anyone tell you that you’ll never amount to anything because you’re single handedly increasing the entropy of the universe.

- When I was a grad student I figured out what the metal in a human was worth on the market and it was about $1.87.  Probably around $5 now.

- You don’t want to take a long nap on the wet forest floor you might wake up recycled.

- Something happened, it was explained, I don’t remember.

- If it’s GREEN, YELLOW, or RED, it’s gotten more acidic! *while pointing at a map of the ocean that is entirely green, yellow, and red*

- If I put you on a NASA rocket sled and accellerated you to 300 mph in 3 seconds you’d be DEAD but while you were dying you’d be saying ‘oh but I’ve been faster on an airplane’

- Maybe we should introduce mutagens to increase our rate of evolution.  Like alcohol.  Or at least that will just make you forget.

A Good Brother

Since he was a little boy, Charles Weasley saw Voldemort as his personal boggeyman. Even if  he’d never met the man in person, little Charlie was terrified of that person who’s name shouldn’t be said that made his parents sad and angry. He would ask every night for his  parents to check under his bed if he wasn’t there. The idea of a mass murderer hiding in his son’s room always started an ugly laughter in Arthur Weasley’s throat. But every night, he complied and assured Charlie he was safe and had nothing to fear. It was a lie of course. They both knew it.


Charlie knew he was right to be scared when he was eight and he saw his mother cry for the first time. He entered the kitchen one morning and saw her curled on her chair, a piece of parchement resting on the table. Charlie sneaked in to try and read the paper. His first fear was that something happened to one of his brothers. Because that was what his dad and mum often talked about when they thought Bill and Charlie were asleep. The words were small and complicated, but Charlie could decypher two names, Fabian and Gideon. His parents hated lying to their children, so they told them that their uncles were fighting You-Know-Who and died.  They didn’t say they were killed, but Charlie kind of understood that. He wasn’t sure what death really was just yet, but Bill told him it meant he would never see his uncles again. When he saw the twin caskets, a couple days later and watched them disappear in the ground, Charlie cried. He didn’t make a noise, because no one was talking, and you’re not supposed to be loud if everyone else is quiet. He simply gripped Bill’s hand and followed him around. For years, Charlie would dream of twin caskets in which his siblings were resting.


At school, Charlie was gentle and popular enough that people didn’t make fun of him if he ever got surprised crying because he was missing his brothers and sister. They would simply go look  for Bill, and later Percy, and either would comfort him and help him write letters home. Charlie was terribly bad with words and never knew how to get his thoughts across. In return for his letters, he would get drawings and pictures. He kept them preciously in his bedside table.

When he was thirteen, Charlie kissed a girl. She was pretty and smelled nice but even he didn’t feel much. There was no butterfly or firework in his belly like he’d been told he’d feel. At sixteen, Charlie kissed a boy, and though it was nice enough too, it wasn’t special enough to have him wanting to do it often. He’d learned about dragons the previous year though, during a class of Care About Magical Creatures. That lit his eyes up and made him daydream far more than any kisses could.


Charlie left Hogwarts the summer before Ron entered it. He left home in August, and headed to Romania to study dragons. He’d already read every book from the Library and was ready to meet people who’d understand his passion. Charlie made friends, and was teased for chosing a hermit life  in forests with giant lizards over becoming a Quidditch star. He didn’t mind, because at the end of the day, he got to see dragon eggs and share hot cocoa with his colleagues. The highlight of his year was still when his parents and sister came to visit. He also managed to get Bill to drop by. They got drunk and Bill listened to him cry about how much he missed all of their siblings. Charlie kept the drawings and photographs in a tiny box in his trunk. When spring came around and he received Ron’s letter asking him to smuggle a baby dragon, all his friends exploded in laughter and were ready to go before he even finished his explanations. They already knew Charlie would do anything for his siblings.


Charlie wasn’t there when Ron got hurt saving the world at the end of his first year. He came back for summer and bought Ron as many candies as he could eat. Sometimes, being a good brother is in discreet celebrations.

Charlie wasn’t there when his baby sister got possessed and left for dead in a mythical chamber. When summer came and Ginny left school, paler and more silenced than ever, Charlie kept a vigilant  eye on her. He didn’t go back to Romania for months. And when Arthur won the Daily Prophet Grand Prise Galleon Draw, Charlie was the one to suggest they should all go visit Bill. Sometimes, being a good brother is knowing your presence and a change of scenary are the best medicine.

Charlie was there when the Death Eaters attacked supporters celebrating a victory - or drinking the bitter taste of loss away. He went to fight alongside the Ministry to protect his siblings and everyone who needed it. He also stayed the rest of the summer in the Burrow. Sometimes, being a good brother is making sure your siblings and their friends have an open ear if they need to talk their fears away.

Charlie wasn’t there when Harry, his adopted but estranged sibling, watched Voldemort come back from the dead. From Charlie’s childhood nightmares. He learned about it in one of Ginny’s letters and got his worst burns when her words resonnated in his head as he was tending a dragon. In his head, Ginny had that same terrified voice as when she was twelve and asking him if Tom would come back. Charlie felt like he’d been lying to her for years, telling her she was safe and had nothing to fear. That Tom would never come back. Sometimes, being a good brother is forgetting how life doesn’t always follow your hopes.

Charlie wasn’t there when his father got attacked by an evil snake. Charlie wasn’t there when Dumbledore’s tiny army raided the Ministry. He came back to see the greying hair on his father’s head and the scars on Ron’s arms. Ron laughed it off. Charlie cried it out. Sometimes, being a good brother is shading tears other people won’t cry.

Charlie lived in Romania. He loved it, loved the people, the country, and above all his job. But when Charlie came back to Bill’s comatose and broken face, he considered never leaving again. Bill had always been his best friend, his safety in the chaos that was their family. Charlie hugged Fleur and helped her chose her wedding dress. He was Bill’s best man and joked, more than once, that Bill was actually the best man he knew. The three of them got drunk at a pub a few miles from the Burrow and he recalled every embarassing moment of Bill’s childhood. Sometimes, being a good brother is making your sibling blush and hit you in the face as their fiancée is bending in laughter and coughing beer out of her nose.


Charlie wasn’t there when Fred died.

Charlie was there to see his mother cry and his brothers collapse.

Charlie was there to see Ginny stand, tall and proud and clutching Harry’s hand so she wouldn’t get lost.

Sometimes, being a good brother is knowing that there are days when you can’t be the good brother.



Charlie was there when Victoire was born.

Charlie was there to see Bill cry and his siblings scream.

Charlie was there to hold the tiny baby and let her grip his finger.


Charlie was there when Ginny wrote that she was pregnant and wanted to see him. Everytime.

Charlie was there when Fred II asked to learn how to fly and neither George nor Angelina had the heart to teach him.

Charlie was there when Lucy got in another fight with her parents and needed a place to let her anger out. He was also there to bring her back home and make sure she’d apologize to Percy.

Charlie was there when Hugo felt inadequate and lonely in their giant family.

Charlie was there to talk about kissing boys and girls, about how sometimes people liked it and sometimes they just didn’t care.

Charlie was there to give pets as presents, as siblings and in-laws pretended they didn’t know about it.

Charlie was there every step of the way in his nieces and nefews’ lifes.

He quickly needed a larger box to gather all the drawings and pictures he kept receiving. (Hermione gave him an enchanted one)

Sometimes, being a good brother is being a good uncle.

5

Here are five of my favourite pictures of 2016. These did not feature in my favourites list I posted during my blog anniversary in September, but are in no way second choice. 

I’m curious what 2017 will bring :)

Last night was the first time dying my hair in almost 3 months, which is pretty much a record long amount of time between dye jobs in a long while. Apparently the break did me some good though, as this is definitely my favorite rainbow I’ve ever done. I adore my own hair right now.

Manic Panic Deep Purple Dream (some parts are mixed with Electric Amethyst to achieve blacklight effect)
Manic Panic Rockabilly Blue
Manic Panic Atomic Turquoise
Manic Panic Siren’s Song
Manic Panic Enchanted Forest
Manic Panic Electric Lizard
Manic Panic Electric Banana
Manic Panic Hot Hot Pink

vimeo

The rainforests, mountains, wildlife, volcanoes, and oceans of Costa Rica

Sceptile!!

This lil guy was a bit more difficult than I thought. With the leaves and deedlie-bobs and different shapes? No wonder this lil critter is King of the Forest!  But I think it turned out cuddly-well. :D What do y’all think?

This out-of-pokedex-order poke-dot was brought to you by folks like you! Who messaged and reblogged during one of my follower appreciation posts. :)