This has turned out to be a more interesting week than usual.
I'll share.  

The 'interestingness' started last Saturday when I was mowing the lawn, which I'd already put off a week longer than I should have.  So like, the dandelions  looked like they came from Alien Space Spores....

BUT THEN! a random person appeared!
Random person turned out to be an illegal alien immigrant, who apparently needed directions in order to find the address on his license (the state of MA is progressive).  Asking for directions consisted of him repeatedly showing me his license while saying 'Summer Street' , as well as 'you talk to me fine, me like, come show'.  He also liked to touch his chest and look at his flexed biceps and blow on them.  After about 15 minutes he must have finally concluded that I wasn't going to go with him, let him step closer to me, or god forbid touch him (he was letting on that he was having great difficulty understanding the difference between 'right' and 'left' and would need me to point his arms in the correct direction for him rather than just pointing myself), and sauntered off down the road.  My neighbor is a police officer thankfully...  

I'll be 100% honest and also admit that I was kind of thinking that there is a downside to existing 5 times on paper officially... 4 of you can disappear and no one would know right?  butanyway.

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Sunday was 'Blutengel Concert in New York Day'.
New York Day started a little earlier than usual because I had to get up early and finish the back yard, which still had 6 inch grass with 2 foot dandelions, because I sure as fuck wasn't going to finish mowing it the day before.  This meant the neighbor on the other side of me, who isn't a cop, has surely concluded that I'm on the side of the devil, because I mowed the lawn on a Sunday (at 9.15AM no less).  After that it was a ~4 hour Amtrak ride, which, I couldn't help but reflect upon, was SHORTER IN DURATION than some shitty red line work days.  Yes, the MBTA is that bad!  

So the concert.  For anyone who doesn't know, Blutengel is pretty much Justin Bieber for Goths (general audience reaction wise not talent wise.  and by audience I mean Other People).  Since they have a fairly large US following AND have never toured in the US before AND NY was the only east coast city they were playing in, this pretty much meant the official highest concentration of Industrial/Goths in any one place, ever.  I'm fairly certain that an inter-dimensional rift was close to opening.  For the curious, I was 'dressed down', and settled for the 'only black' look.  This meant I looked rather plain next to the girl with fangs, tights and half a raven strapped to her head.  I also somehow at one point during the night got the unnecessary extra just for show buttons on my pants caught in fishnet!  Extraction was difficult due to the fact that it was mostly dark, except for when THE STROBE LIGHT was on.  I determined that the Real Purpose of THE STROBE LIGHT was to kill any epileptics who were unlucky enough to venture within 5 miles of the club.  There should have been notification that sunglasses would be useful, if not necessary, inside, 'cause stupid me, I don't usually carry them around after dark (believe it or not).  Concert was awesome though despite entanglements and being nearly blinded and/or given seizures.
btw,
Mom ended up knowing about  'Blutengel Concert in New York Day', since it also happened to be on Mother's Day, and I had to provide a reason for coming by the day before rather than on the Official Appropriate Day.  She (who knows nothing at all about this band or my musical preferences) seemed to come to the strange conclusion that it would have made 'a great Mother's Day gift to have gotten her a ticket too'.  
Irony Of Situation much?

The only (somewhat) disappointing thing is that I didn't stay longer to see more of New York (concert ended around 2AM so I stayed the night but left the next day at ~12).  I did go to Central Park though, and got to see where the Stay Puft marshmallow man rampaged through the city and where the Terror Dog chased Rick Moranis into Central Park West.  
I have unique goals in life.

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In other news, I have succeeded yet again in pissing off yet another official interweb epeen (OIEvay!) and have been given a scathing reprimand in ALL CAPS.  Moral:  Never fiddle with the tiny saber of someone who tries to make their living off of others by 'being religious'.  I didn't have to send an anonymous report to police from a random internet cafe about a possible kidnapping this time (or haven't yet), so that's a plus at least, right?  Honestly, I really try to mind my own business, this shit just somehow follows me around :/

PS:  I also decided to go shopping today and found boots I liked on clearance sale for $2.99  omg

PPS:  these are crabs: