when engineers own a dog
February 28, 2009
This is totally hilarious to me. It does not look like much at first but stick with it. When engineers own a dog….
the smartest baby in the world
February 27, 2009
max : the album cover
February 26, 2009
This is a pretty cool meme [do not think i say that often] Pooks hit me with on facebook.
Do a Wikipedia random search : that is the band name.
Do a Wikipedia random quotes search : the last five to four words is the album name.
Do a flickr last seven days search : the first image is the album cover art.
Put it together. Album cover. Yay!
*probably it would be funner if i used my band name — also i liked that second photo a LOT so got crazy and did it twice
*i do not know who has software to do the graphics thing so am not tagging anyone here but hey if you are reading this and want to go for it consider yourself tagged
and the oscar goes to…
February 25, 2009
You would win —
Best Costume Design
You are imaginative, artistic, and very unique. You are a natural designer.
You can picture entire movies in your head. You are incredibly visual.As long as you can remember, you’ve always had a flare for fashion. You like to experiment with looks.
You like dressing up in costumes and outfits.
And not just for Halloween.
:::what would you win an oscar for:::
where i nabbed that quiz :
i nabbed that quiz at grace’s
where the art work comes from :
that is imagery from the poster for the 79th annual Academy Awards
[seriously trademarked and registered to the Academy please do not hurt me]
preferably over eighteen
February 24, 2009
Reasons not to internet date….
where i found that reason not to online date :
i found that incentive at rain’s
kisses
February 23, 2009
You are —
An Intense Kisser
When you kiss, it’s deep and powerful.
You don’t take kissing lightly.
Your kisses always have meaning.
And they always make your head spin.
:::what’s your kissing style:::
where the art work comes from :
that is desire from va va voom
pretty dress day yay!
February 22, 2009
It is Oscar Day.
You know what that means.
Pretty Dress Day!
Yay!
*go see the dresses at grace’s place
elf therapy
February 21, 2009
My response —
When things life spiral out of control is generally drink too much, then nurse a hangover thinking, Wow, that just never works, then watch a whole bunch of movies while wondering whether or not I am really up to taking on whatever mayhem just hit, then make whatever horrible phone calls have to be made while cursing elves that have not been round to clean the apartment or restock the Diet Coke quotient, and then —
Clean the apartment and work out.
There is something really therapeutic about housework. I do not like housework, but you fall into this sort of Zen state doing it, or at least I do. And when the whole world or at least my part of it is out of control, cleaning the tub is one small thing I can control.
And so is the condition of my thighs.
So.
*the trash is taken out the dishes are done the stove is cleaned the tub is scrubbed floors are done boxes by the front door are opened and unpacked my thighs are really really sore
convos with expectant fathers
February 20, 2009
Expectant Father : You don’t really need that much to prepare.
Me : [cue evil laughter] You have really not spent much time around babies have you?
Expectant Father : Um. No. They’re kind of independent, like cats, right?
Me : They are exactly like cats. Except they do not walk, use a litter box, or groom or feed themselves. Also authorities get sort of tiffy if you leave them home alone and people get a little alarmed if they have tails.
Expectant Father : Hey, that doesn’t sound like cats at all.
Me : They both drink milk.
were the art work comes from :
that is black cat watercolor by pam houle
[and that is the best link i can find for her]
the camera dilemma : part ii
February 19, 2009
I need a project.
Kym did a one photo a day project and that got her really using her camera and experimenting with it and now she is doing shots so good I think she should be putting out prints for sale [which she will not do because she is STUBBORN] but I am thinking maybe I should think about something like that. A photo a day. Or maybe —
I could do a specific idea. A photo essay.
My second father did this amazing photo essay one time it featured Barbie in a whole bunch of disasters and I remember thinking it was one of the funniest things I had ever seen – ironically not really seen I never saw a photo from that essay he just described the concept to me and the shots he was planning and I was laughing harder than angels at this concept of Barbie disasters so it is alive in my head still and I see the images so clearly, partly because I just know his camera work and partly because he described those shots really really well.
Okay. Photo essay. I could do that. I just need a concept that makes me happy and amused in a big big way. Like Max & Cow did when I was learning Flash. Hmm.
going international
February 18, 2009
Your International Spy Name is —
Anaconda Goldfinger
Your Code Name : The Pirate
You Reside in : Tokyo
Why You’re a Good Spy : You’re agile
:::what’s your international spy name:::
where i nabbed that spiffy quiz :
i nabbed that spiffy quiz at rain’s
office supply day
February 17, 2009
You are a —
Whiteboard
You are a dreamer, a visionary, and a straight up idea person. You are very creative.
Even if the things you think up are a bit wacky, they often are brilliant.
You are an adept problem solver. You are always tossing around dozens of ideas.
You would make a good artist, designer, or architect. You do best when work feels like play.
:::what office supply are you:::
my father’s ashes
February 16, 2009
My father is dead.
It seems like that needs to be said. And like that is too blunt a way to say it.
My father’s ashes are in the possession of an aging former beauty queen contestant.
This seems, knowing my father, somehow very fitting.
And at the same time very very wrong.
The aging former beauty queen contestant says her father owns a fishing boat and plans to take my father’s ashes out to sea.
That is definitely wrong.
My father would want his ashes dumped at a local race track.
I have read a lot of obituaries and last thoughts written by strangers about my father. And most of them are useless and not about the man at all. So. It falls to me. His estranged daughter. To say something actually real about my father.
My father’s name was John Quincy Adams. Named after his father. A man from Boston who told my grandmother no children and when she singlehandedly got pregnant walked out on her. It was not an easy name to wear. Explain. Justify. Or dismiss. As an adult he changed it out a lot. As a kid he got in a lot of fights. As a kid he also had such awful tonsillitis doctors looking at his X-rays asked if he had had tuberculosis.
He was a tall man and did not suffer fools lightly. He was often unkind. But generally fair. And very good at math. He apologized once in his life. To his daughter. He was handsome as hell as a young man. And never noticed that had faded in later age. Perhaps because he never exactly realized he had looks. My father thought for all of his life he was trading on charm and never got most people only put up with him initially because he was so damned good looking. And never understood the difference between charm and sarcasm.
His forebears include two presidents, many revolutionaries, a movie star, a train robber and song writer, twin vaudeville performers, a Scottish missionary and the founder of Richfield Oil. His great uncle is buried in the last crypt of the Hawaiin royal family. According to legend my father singlehandedly initiated the People’s Park riot.
He hated children. He said they destroyed lives and potential. This is what he told me. He may have had other tacks with people who were not his children. He definitely had other tacks with women he pursued who had children.
He liked and generally drove small sports cars — whether or not he fit into them. [And he mostly did not he was 6' 5".] His apartments were always horrific and contained many hard water stains. Fortunately he generally did not spend much time at home he spent the majority of his time at work. In bars. Or at the homes of beautiful women. The one time he had a fancy home it was a house boat but he lost that to the Italian Mafia and chose never to live anywhere extremely elegant again. [As legend has it, he won that house boat in a bet. And lost it backing up a friend.] He liked beer in green and brown bottles — and preferred green. His best friends were hard scarred men who laughed like they meant it, wore overly ornate loafers, carried concealed weapons without permits and talked about everything except war when they were full of drink. And one woman who despite her looks and breasts he treated like a man — which in my father’s terms means like an equal — and I have never exactly discerned why but it must have been something big and probably involved gunfire and emergency vehicles to garner that kind of respect on his part because in general he did not consider women equals. He had a weakness for pretty women, especially stupid pretty women — and horses. And considered both equally intelligent but horses more trustworthy. He told the IRS he made his income writing. But brought most of his cash home from the track. You could always tell when he was really sick because that was the only time he did not show up at the track. He did not tell jokes well. He did tell anecdotes well. And he had many. His favorite books were huge tomes written in Japanese and translated into English — and he found it hugely amusing discussing them with women, especially discussing them with unintelligent women. He hated his mother, never knew his father, loved his grandmother, feared and loathed his wife[s], disdained his step-father and abandoned his daughter. He was a horrible father. Which might have changed if he had had a son but he was cursed to be a man who distrusted women and then accidentally sired one. Aside, however, from being a misogynistic prick, he was a decent man. The world is probably shorter for the loss of him.
— John Quincy Adams died January 21, 2009
the camera dilemma : part i
February 15, 2009
I have to start using this camera.
I love having the camera and I have played with it some, but just shooting things around the apartment to get a feel for it. But I have not really been “using” using it.
If I still had dogs I would be all over this camera I used to take photos of the dogs like a ninja. But.
No dogs.
where the art work comes from :
i do not know who to photo credit for the
chaplin photos — those are snaps i took of
the chaplin photo if anyone does know email me
signs
February 14, 2009
I love this. Kitty posted it. It is all about love. It is the perfect Valentine’s Day clip.
