We discovered a URL that exists that has a cloak over it. A couple of them, actually.
I haven’t gotten the background image off of the page that I want yet, which is sad, because I fail at source code, but doing stuff and waiting for stuff is super fun. I love it.
So I always thought no one cool or interesting shared a birthday with me (I blame USA Weekend. Martina McBride is just not acceptable.) Then last year I found out that Wil Wheaton was born today as well. So now, I decided to do some more digging…
Top 5 most awesome Non-Caitlin people to be Born on July 29th (This is obviously a super objective list.):
That awkward moment where free promotional t-shirts at colleges usually have vaguely dirty phrases on them (and you always get one in a large or XL to wear to bed because FREE), and then you go home for the weekend and suddenly all your pajamas have vaguely dirty phrases on them and your parents are like “Does your shirt say Where are you sleeping tonight? on it?”
“I loooove Darren. I’m a huge fan. He’s magic. He’s made of unicorn dust; he really is. I just get so happy whenever he is on the show. In the glee movie, as much as I was enjoying it, I was like, “Where is he already? Bring the happy back!” Obviously, I’d love to write some stuff for him.”—Marti Noxon, one of the new writers for Glee [x] (via evarren)
Martie, I think we are gunna get along juuust fine! (via hanschenwarblerlove)
But…but…Marti Noxon. You were a writer/producer on Buffy. And Angel. And you were in Dr. Horrible. You were the So They Say Anchorlady.
OH, HELLS YES.
After taking for-freaking ever, I finally backtracked over far too much of my tumblr feed & got myself all caught up!
So prepare for incessant “caitlin-has-liked-your-post” notes from recent posts instead of freakishly old ones!
It certainly does feel like a bit of a curse, I suppose, when the wanderlust kicks in.
When I first moved to this City, there was nothing I loved more than getting lost in it.
I do mean that in the literal sense.
I would accidentally make a wrong turn, and find quite suddenly that I had no clue which direction I should be headed in. Which way was home?
Or I would finally get my bearings just enough to determine that I should turn around, head back the other way, but – ooh! There’s a bookshop just across the street there. Doesn’t that look interesting? I should definitely take a peek inside there.
I could have used the excuse that I was going to ask someone inside the shop for directions, only I’d never do that. That would ruin the fun of it all! The adventure of getting lost. The sense of accomplishment when I finally recognized my surroundings again, and reached my destination.
Wandering aimlessly about a strange City probably isn’t the greatest idea when you’re a lone twenty year old girl from the middle of nowhere, but in some ways that was the point. Part of the challenge. Getting to where you’re going safe and sound.
And I always got there. A little later than intended after getting so lost, usually, but I always made it there eventually.
But this City has been my home for years now, and I’ve come to know it like the back of my hand.
Sometimes there’s a comfort in the sense of familiarity.
But it means there’s no more getting lost. And I just don’t know if that’s something I can sacrifice.
It makes me want to leave. To go to a new City.
A bright, shining, strange city where I can get lost and feel like I’m 20 years old again.
I’ll conveniently “forget” that now my phone has GPS. That would be cheating.
It’s frighteningly easy to convince myself.
Do I really have so many roots here that they can’t all be pulled up in an instant?