I know, duh. I haven’t written anything interesting for about two years, but I think about doing that very thing every day. At least once. Usually more than once. I think about all these things I want to say and share and then when the time comes to post I don’t remember a darned thing. I suspect this means what I wanted to post was not all that interesting in the first place but really, why change things up at this late date?
First, here are some great Picasso-ized Star Wars stuff. Fun!
Next, a good quote for the day from Jessamyn West:
“How can you tell whether or not you have had enough until you’ve had a little too much?”
Next, it’s been so cool here we’ve barely been swimming. So many years, waiting for a pool, and now it just sits there, sparkling in the sun. Where I grew up was much further north and summer nights lasted until 10 p.m. there. Here, not so much. The sun is just about setting around 8 or 8:30 and really there’s only an hour to enjoy it if you get home at 6:00 because of the trees, angle of the sun, etc. etc. etc. The dogs lay by it, that’s about it.
It looks inviting, but only if you enjoy freezing your arse off. I’m too old to enjoy water that is less than about 85 degrees. (That’s 29.4 to you, Az 🙂 )
The last Harry Potter movie is biiiiiig. 2 out of 3 movie tickets sold over the weekend had the words Harry Potter on them. We haven’t seen it yet, but will once the crowds thin out.
That’s actually two weeks ago, haven’t moved my pictures around enough. Should get a new one tonight.
Siriusly cute baby, wot?
Now, go read this and come back. It’s a blog entry, gave me tears from laughing. Here’s a sample:
‘Victor was surprisingly pissed that I’d “wasted money” on an enormous chicken, because apparently he couldn’t appreciate the hysterical value of a 5 foot chicken ringing the doorbell. Then I said, “Well, at least it’s not towels” and apparently that was the wrong thing to say because that’s when Victor screamed and stormed off, but I knew he was locked in his office because I could hear him punching things in there. Then I yelled through his door, “It’s an anniversary gift for you, asshole. Two whole weeks early. 15 YEARS IS BIG METAL CHICKENS.”’
That’s as funny as I, Asshole is sometimes. Maybe I just have a thing about chickens.
In other news: I’ve gone to two painting classes recently. Quite fun, because we all drink like fishes while we paint. Really. Mimosas in the morning, beer in the after noon, wine in the evening, or any combination thereof. Now I can say I took a painting class this summer. Bottom line, tho, is that it was essentially paint by number. WAY fun if you’ve never painted before, and the results were rather remarkable. My first one was revolting, and it was mainly a bad pic before I ever got to it, and I tossed it as soon as I got home. The second one was better, Emerald Bay at Tahoe. It’s still pretty ugly as far as pictures go but mine (and every one of the others, really) was as good as the teacher’s and I’m keeping the damned thing.
Me, old, fat, and rather three sheets to the wind holding my presssshhhussssss:
So, what’s new with you?