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pictures I’ve taken
This photograph of rain is just another example of me taking pictures of stuff I didn’t think I could take pictures of in the first place – like smoke. Too bad I never got to take any photography classes in college… I guess taking photos of any subject is simply a matter of having the right lighting and background to make said subject show up… I guess.
Anyway, yeah, – a picture of the rain. Never thought I’d get that particular shot. I presume this isn’t what Creedence was talking about.
This spider has set up residence in the garage above the garbage cans. It’s probably a good spot for him… cycle of life, I guess. He’s welcome to stay there and do spider things until he gets too crazy with the web – then I’m bringing that knucklehead outside to be an amazing spider in the bushes.
I know there’s nothing in the photo for scale, but trust me when I tell you that this moth is at least two inches long. Seriously, On the real, For Real – whatever you prefer. It’s a really big moth. I first noticed the moth when the beating of his wings started knocking things over in the kitchen. The damn house shook when he landed on the wall.
So I’m saying the moth is big.
We’ve all seen the trailer, we’ve all felt sad, but it wasn’t really until I saw the action figures in the store that it felt real to me: Ninja Turtles is probably going to be an awful movie. Just look at what the did to Michelangelo! Just LOOK! They’ve bastardized my beloved Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! He’s got pants and a sweater and… bling?!? I just… I don’t see this working.
Given that many countries in Europe and around the world are memorializing World War I on it’s 100th anniversary, maybe it’s fair for me to suggest that the New York Times tone down that headline. I read the article; one guy said he thought this would be good for their economy – that’s it. He didn’t say anything to the tune of "This is proof of Germany’s superiority; it’s the start of a World Cup victory onslaught that will last a thousand years!"
Anyway, relax is all I’m saying.
Sometimes, the sun hits a tube television in just the right way and you get a great mirror effect, which I was able to utilize in this photo of Maggie, our resident golden retriever. If you’re in the right place at the right time of day and have a tube television in the right spot, this is a fun thing to play with!
No, not the Popeye character – it’s actual olive oil in a pan shaped like a smiley face. Sometimes, life just works out like that… or, I’m so powerful that even cooking products bend themselves to my will.
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While wandering around the urban wasteland that is any Target store, Dr. Girlfriend and I came across this Paper Mohawk Wig. I suppose one never knows when they’ll need to have such an item on hand and five bucks sounds like a fair price, but I passed up this impulse purchase opportunity.
I may live to regret that decision…
Upon my first visit to Disneyland and California Adventure just a few months ago, the signs got my attention right away. Here are just a few of my favorites. Read the rest of this entry
Were I to sell wine, I certainly wouldn’t call it "Sweet Bitch" under any circumstances – especially if I was trying to market it to women. You see, I presume "Sweet Bitch is being marketed toward women because when booze is marketed toward men, the ads don’t tend to prominently display a woman’s eyes or silhouette, but instead, feature an ample amount of BOOBS. As people (particularly women) find the term "bitch" offensive, I’d go a different way, but here we are.
And then we come to the Chilean wine, Culitos. Their poster features three asses because… I dunno. I have no idea what’s going on here. If they’re saying the wine will make me and two women strip down, I… OK, I withdraw my objection. Culitos is now the official wine of this website.
As an adult, you have to make decisions, and sometimes, you’re presented with a decision that makes financial sense but requires some additional work on your part. This came to pass when we bought a new car – if we were willing to pony up another two grand, we’d get an armrest, cruise control and floor mats. Since Dr. Girlfriend doesn’t use cruise control and we live in an urban area, cruise control isn’t a big deal for us. A simple Amazon search will show you that great floor mats are available for under a hundred beans, so this quickly became a no brainer. The arm rest was tricky, but I figured something out. I bought an over-sized cup holder from Amazon (that was like five bucks… something like that) and a toy soccer ball from Ikea (I forget… maybe five bucks), dropped about a dollar’s worth of pennies in the cup holder for weight and stuffed the soccer ball on into the cup holder and that’s all there is to it. It’s not perfect, but it’s way better than forking over two grand for an armrest, floor mats and a feature we’re never going to use.
Another Earth Day is upon us and while we certainly aren’t batting a thousand (and it might be fair to say that every time we take one step forward, we take two steps back), we have our moments. It’s cherry blossom season here, so we’re living it up while the flowers are still showing.
In the spirit of Earth Day, take a sec and read up on recycling!
Sorry I’m late on my Easter Wishes for everyone. I hope you had a fun day, full of Batman Easter Eggs, Bunny Cakes and maybe even watching Easter Parade… but not Hop. I cannot stress that enough – do not watch Hop.
While the candy on the top of the cake is probably not vegan, the cake itself certainly is, featuring multi-colored coconut on top! This is my mom taking it to the next level after her first success (see the above ‘Bunny Cake’ link). It was both beautiful and delicious! The cake recipe comes from the giant Veganomicon cookbook.
In Act 2, scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare writes:
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
[Aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O! be some other name:
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
Ya see, that’s all fancy talk for "You can all "chocolate" "dog shiz" and it won’t alter the taste; chocolate tastes like chocolate no matter what you call it.