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I was completely geeked to be able to attend Mark Steyn‘s lecture at Hillsdale College last night. Steyn is witty, intelligent, a little bit goofy, and one of my favorite opinionated threats to humanity. I was disappointed that I did not get to meet him after he spoke, I was hoping to nab a photo of us together. I was, however, able to get a few shots of him at the podium. It was a foggy drive there and back but the Mister and I had a great time.
My Special K is soggy.
Oh lord. It’s entirely too early for Lady Gaga, Miss W.
I shot over 700 frames in Baltimore. Now I have to edit.
Ah, Ash Wednesday. Lent. I always sucked at Lent. I should give up M&Ms for Lent. 40 days isn’t so bad.
Zombie target courtesy of the final HZRT morning. I took RoHo Diablo and Hostile 99 out back to shoot. They weren’t too shabby. That’s one dead zombie. Of course I shot too.
New Dresden out in July. July is too far away.
Rainy morning. Yes, please, melt all the snow. We don’t need any more snow.
That’s some weird spacing.
I suddenly want brownies.
I have never been to Starbucks so much in my life. I may actually experience chai withdrawal. Oddly, I drank very little Diet Coke the whole time I was away.
I really just want to go back to bed now that girlie’s off to school. Such a sleepy rainy morning.
Annapolis is such a cool town. I could totally live there, except there is no where to park.
I think our new governor should start pushing that whole “no state income tax” thing. I’d be totally ok with that.
It’s so cold in here!
Need more tea.
Why is the spoon rest full of water?
Toasted peanut butter sandwich? Yes, please!
Just say no to Newt Gingrich.
Probably I could turn this light off.
Going back to work Friday is going to suck massively.
How do I still have road trip Pringles left? Pringles are dangerous.
I have become a lot better at excluding images when editing an event. I am much more critical than I used to be. Perhaps I could stand to exclude even more …
My internet is slower than erosion. E ro sion.
I’ve been spelling Annabel wrong.
Evidentiary standards.
I hate having to un-knit a row. Teeeeeensy stitches.
ARGH interweb suckage!
I wonder what I should wear tonight.
Traumatic brain injury, Adele.
Wow, I just realized how quiet it is in here.
Almost bus time. Maybe the house will feel warmer when I come back in. Cannot get WARM.
“Four score and seven years ago you were supposed to die like Jesus.” Some jackass in Miss W’s class to Miss W after she talked about Lincoln and quoted the Gettysburg Address today. I admit that my initial reaction was laughter.
Conditional grandparenting. I suppose that’s one way to go.
Mark Steyn tonight! Can’t wait!
You, too, can be a fan of the Hot Zombie Road Trip.
Four score and seven years ago I was totally running late. Stupid homework.
(Edgar Allan Poe)
This weekend I took a road trip with some wonderful women. We made our way to Baltimore. Deb (aka the Redhead aka RoHo Diablo), Jenn (aka Hostile 99) and I (aka jenxmachina) met Danielle (aka danofthedead) in the city where she graciously showed us around her home turf for a couple days. Our friends Mike and Beth made appearances as well.
We visited Poe’s grave, which was the number one stop on my list. I know Jenn was excited about that too. We had scotch at the Annabel Lee. We wandered in and out of shops in Fells Point. We drove out to Annapolis and looked for the men in uniform at the Naval Academy. Alas, with the pouring rain, they all wisely seemed to be indoors.
On the way home to the Mitten, we detoured to visit the Antietam National Battlefield. And if you don’t know what Antietam is, you really need to brush up on your American history.
It was a fantastic weekend on the road with good friends. I am so lucky to have been able to make this trip.
I forgot my apple. Damn.
Interesting piece on state film subsidies.
The government should have just shut down.
Yet. Another. Snack Day. This is getting out of hand.
More freezing rain in the forecast. Enough with the freezing rain already. If it must be wintery, give me snow. Or, you know, just be SPRING already.
Skulduggery is a good word.
Laser cats.
I’d lay odds on Charlie Sheen overdosing and drowning in a pool of his own vomit, but he’s the kind of whacked out cokehead that just never dies.
I once had a fish named Parsley. I don’t know why.
I think I’m voting present on this whole day.
Cuppa tea. Cuppa tea. Skip this song. Cuppa tea.
Goodbye Jane Russell.
I should recreate that photo. I don’t have a revolver. I could modernize it.
Wanna go wanna go wanna go. Oh how I love Mark Steyn.
It’s hard to ignore a ringing phone.
Monchichi monchichi.
Um, hi Pleated Khakis. You are not the boss of me. You don’t even have your own phone line. Wander on back to your table and patronize your envelope stuffing, ok?
I think a road trip is in order. Something with zombies and hot women.
Are you sweet or sour today?
Oooh free lunch. Yes please thank you.
In the last ten minutes, three different people have snagged me to vent their frustrations ab0ut this place. Yeah, this place is sucking my will to live too.
I have finally decided that I like the blue M&Ms. I was initially against them.
Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss. I hated Fox in Socks. But others I loved.
I remember watching the original V as a kid. I loved that show. This new one is better. I think Joshua is a cutie. The Mister thinks he looks like Rick Astley. Frankly, I used to think Rick Astley was a cutie.
We may freely hate Phelps’ evil guts, but SCOTUS made the right call.
Sometimes I honestly just don’t know what to say to people. I mean really. What are you thinking?
Nevermore.
I wonder if I could get a picture with Mark Steyn. That would be rad.
Seriously, I think they’ve begun piping sedatives into our office via the air ducts. So sleepy.
I don’t like Chinese food. Though I suspect that if I were actually in China, I’d like the food just fine.
Daylight Saving Time. Useless.
I know entirely too much about people’s personal lives. Thank you, technology.
Who is this Adele and why is everyone talking about how amazing she is? OK, after Youtubing it, I think I’ve actually heard this song before. Very nice.
Overheard in my office: “My breath smells like a crustacean!”
I keep forgetting to take my name tag off. No, it’s not the one that says Evil.
I think time is moving backwards.
The time is near.
The time is now.
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