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The TARDIS baby blanket is in progress. I spent most of Easter charting the police box. I hope it turns out as fantastic as it is in my head.
Month: April 2013 (Page 2 of 2)
Almost a year ago I took a trip out to Washington state to visit one of my very best friends. I still haven’t finished editing the photos. I have a plethora of perfectly valid reasons for this, but I am still fairly disgusted with myself. (In fact, the only thing that makes me feel better about it is that I know that Red has edited even fewer of her photos from that trip than I have.)
I don’t know what’s happened to me over the last couple of years. I’ve become completely slacktacular when it comes to editing major photo projects. The only time I’m on the ball is when I’m editing a paying gig – which is a good thing, as I’d like to keep getting those. I just finished editing our annual trip to the Pinkie (Look at a map of MI, all you outlanders, and you’ll maybe see what that means), a couple of weekends ago.
Anyway, I’m trying. I have posted a few of the Seattle Gas Works already. And it’s possible I used a shot or two in a Random Wednesday post.
It’s been a busy week for me so the blog’s been quiet, but I did spend last evening editing a sizable batch of WA photos. So I’m throwing a few up for you. Or me. Or whatever. Happy Saturday.
Right after I shot this one I fell off the mountain. Kind of. It was also kind of hilarious.
Isn’t it gorgeous? It was a fantastic trip. I love traveling. I wish I could do it more often.
I got a brand new pair o’ rollerskates.
One time in middle school I was roller skating with my friends Diana and Becky and my feet went out from under me and I landed flat on my upper back and it knocked the wind out of me. That was the most terrifying experience. I was lying there, I couldn’t breathe, and they were laughing. I don’t blame them for laughing, how could they know I wasn’t breathing? And I’m sure it was hilarious. Yeah, that one sticks with me.
Babies everywhere. So many babies.
Well. I might know a thing or two.
I need a new quote for my email signature. I considered Molon Labe but I just don’t think it would be appreciated.
Water the plants! Water the plants! Dammit, man! Can’t you see the plants need watering?
vapid and overblown
This is pretty fantastic. One of the reasons I refuse to live in a city again is the light pollution. I need it to be truly dark. I need to see the stars.
Oh come on. Not everything has “feminist implications.” Give it a rest.
aperture
I’m not going to talk about meetings.
This is entirely too much to expect of someone’s April.
I love the one where Patti’s smiling with her eyes cl0sed and Robert’s looking at her. These are beautiful.
Local news programs need to come to terms with the fact that they have become irrelevant.
now you’re gone
Wedding! This should be a fun wedding. Also cheesecake and donuts instead of wedding cake. Awesome.
I really do not like these people.
I need to come to terms with the fact that Wednesday is my least productive day at work. And not because I’m slacking.
I need to stop answering emails on my off time.
I need a drill sergeant, not a personal trainer.
The Wheel of Time series has been mentioned in my universe twice today by two completely unrelated people. How odd. We should probably take it as a sign that we need it in the house.
She said “moments of brevity” … I think she meant “moments of levity.”
“Sign up to become a Next Generation member today, and receive an autographed photo of Lt. Col Allen B. West as your free gift!”
right right right right right right riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight right
lonely as the average sea
asseesment. engineery. yo.
Who proposes on Easter?
The perfect storm of
I should not be this hungry.
Just have to make it to the 26th and then I can breathe.
scratched your farewell couplet
“What’s the efficacy of banning these magazine clips? I will tell you, these are ammunition, they’re bullets, so the people who have those now, they’re going to shoot them” says Rep DeGette. According to her, “the number of these high capacity magazines is going to decrease dramatically over time because the bullets will be shot and there won’t be any more available.” They’re trying to ban crap and they don’t even know what it is. I have no words.
Very well spoken young woman. Good on her.
Did I already use that picture?
My hands! They’re on fire!
That is the brightest shirt I have ever seen in my life.
And let’s eat grandma too.
Oh that’s not confusing at all. Nope.
He thinks he’s hilarious.
No, I think I have to disagree with you this time.
How many WIDR djs are actually students and not middle aged hipsters desperate to hang on to their glory days playing music no one gives a shit about? (If people gave a shit, wouldn’t they have donated during WIDR week?) And how is that even OK with the administration? And further, how can you call it “student media” when half the staff is in no way affiliated with the university beyond having, once upon a time, attended? And claiming that the “students have spoken” is misleading, as it only takes a simple majority of voters to screw everyone else who isn’t interested in raising tuition even further for a service they don’t care about.
How is Jim Carey even still relevant? I think any credibility he may have had went right out the window with the whole anti-vaxxer phase.
See? 6 bloody 40 and I’m now doing work at home. I need an intervention.
i’d never let that show
Apparently the magazine rack is where we’re keeping the bayonet these days.
What, doesn’t everybody give imaginary interviews in their heads? Shut up. Something has to pass the time on the treadmill.
“In an era where tuition keeps increasing, isn’t it time to rethink the millions of dollars students—and taxpayers—shell out involuntarily on college sports?” Um. A resounding yes.
How fun!
Marcia is a good name for a snail.
Sometimes I accidentally hit the “not spam” button instead of the “delete forever” button. le sigh.
Evening conversation between Miss W and me:
“This color doesn’t look good on anybody.”
“You look funny ha ha!”
“You have the same color shirt as I do.”
“I know, but it looks much better on me, I’m sure.”
All I really want right now is a cookie and a cuppa tea.
I don’t really care about Kim Kardashian at all. I’ve never seen her show. I only even have the vaguest idea of who she is. But having been a pregnant woman, who has been swollen and felt like a whale, and miserable, I really wish people would leave her the hell alone in regard to her weight. It actually pisses me off how mean people are being.
Nerdy umbrage.
If your morals are that easily bought and sold, you have much bigger problems than capitalism.
like putting a santa hat on karl marx
I don’t care if you’re gay. I just don’t. It’s like the least relevant thing about you. I care if you’re a scifi geek. I care if you have common sense. I care if you like alt.country. I don’t give a shit who you sleep with.
Unless you’re Red. Then I expect details.
Sometimes I feel like a pretty spectacular failure. That I’m failing spectacularly? Whatever.
Dear God, stop calling them the FEELS.
“Yeah, it takes a lot of courage coming out of the closet to a standing ovation.”
This father, who wishes to remain anonymous – how brave! – is an asshole. These people are horrible people.
Do I post too much to the blog? Maybe I don’t post enough. Oh brother, it’s not like you’re making money at it, Jennifer.
I’m sorry. I’ve just never really gotten the whole Andy Warhol adoration. His art just does not speak to me.
Also not speaking to me – these photos.
Too much work to do. Bring me a dumpster!
I’ve seen selections from this series before. Interesting stuff. It doesn’t feel quite authentic though. Slightly NSFW.
It’d be nice to actually be going somewhere for vacation.
Did my internet just break?
This is kind of depressing.
I really need to just figure out how to build one.
We have too much stuff. Way too much stuff. I’m starting to feel claustrophobic and overwhelmed. I really just need a dumpster. Right now.
Ridiculous. Just flipping ridiculous. That actually makes me angry.
I am straight up filthy right now. It’s so disgusting.
That actually hurt my brain.
Something evil wasp ant thing with sting bitey teeth was just crawling around in my shorts sting biting me. I’m so fucking done with this “vacation.”
Minimalism is looking more and more appealing all the time.
Taekwondo ho!
That is a seriously giganomous fly. What the hell?
Well, you know, it was cold, they were hungry, and dude was all “If you don’t work, you don’t eat, bitches!”
The fart of solidarity.
Lots of weird activity on the blog today. I wish I knew what people were thinking when they happen across this thing.
I don’t think some people are appreciating my random staycation texts.
I also don’t think people really appreciate the awesome of a mystery box of books in the mail for shipping plus 2 bux. No sense of fun. No sense of adventure. Poor people.
This just really makes me wish I could sew that much more.
I think it’s weird that you’re moving and you haven’t told your children that you’re moving.
Yes, I am checking my work email. Shut up. It’s self preservation.
OK. No Neil Gaiman. Yes Chris Isaak. I can live with that.
I want slices of mozzarella and crackers.
Have you seen the Doctor Puppet yet? Because it’s so wonderful, and you really should.
9 times out of 10 children
Who else would I want to have a Parks & Rec marathon with?
Shut up, I am not Leslie.
Chicken. Pot. Pie!!!!!
Where the hell is my copy of Good Omens?
Hell’s bells it’s stuffy in here.
Oh Dear Lord.
Oh now it’s “reductive rights” not “abortion rights”?
And then there’s this, which I disagree with. I think Tebow has gotten persecuted for being so devout, and I think any half wit can look at the media and see that. As for the newly out of heh closet athlete – see my above quote. He’s not going to be persecuted in the slightest.
But mostly I don’t care about sports in the least, and I care less about whether you’re gay OR Christian.
I reserve the right to remain indifferent. It’s my new motto. I need to cross stitch a sampler. Along with “In theory,” “I’m workin’ on it,” and “Shut the fuck up.”
Also this is bullshit.
Well, the mosquitoes sure as hell didn’t waste any time getting here.
I don’t know. I’m sending mixed messages today. Last week was so much better.
It’s probably too late to take a shower. Ew.
Speaking of. How the hell did it get so late?
too much stuff too much stuff too much stuff
I’ma sit on the patio thinger while it’s stormy and read. Staycation, bitches!
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