I can’t participate this year, unfortunately. I just came off of nearly four solid months of stress and panic and am now adjusting to a whole new kind of job and the new sleep schedule that comes with it. So. Who’s going to take my place, eh?
Do it for me. Do it for Cat. Do it for whatever charity you see fit. Just, do it!
Maybe I’m just a big ol’ geek, but I simply can’t get over the idea of owning the Mixed-Up Movie Lines magnetic poetry set. “I love the smell of the Force in the morning.” Bwahahaha.
There are other sets on that site that I wouldn’t mind owning, but it’s best if I don’t link them directly. Children might be reading this, after all…
To kick off the reconstructon of my gallery, I would like to share with you a couple of silly images I snapped this afternoon with my Treo 650’s “camera.” (I use the term loosely; it’s only slightly better than the 600’s.) For starters, I got quite a laugh out of this fortune cookie fortune, especially when paired with its packaging.
“An old friend will introduce you to new people and pleasures.” This, from a package labeled “Lucky Boy”? Oh, my.
Later, after suffering what could most generously be described as “lackluster service” at Gustav’s, this is how I expressed my disappointment:
The prime rib french dip was quite tasty, but that’s about the nicest thing I can say about our dining experience this evening. (Why did I have ketchup bowls available to use for the eyes? It’s hard to say, considering we both told Jacqueline, she of the overdone makeup, that we didn’t want any for our fries, thanks.)
And, before anyone mentions it, yes I know there’s a way to turn the date stamp off. That is, I know that now. Future uploads from my phone… that is to say, pictures I take in the future which make it into my gallery will lack green numbering. (I have one or two pictures saved that will make great future posting fodder. Bwahaha.)
It’s amazing, the things you can learn by reading webcomics and, sometimes, taking part in their silly online polls. For instance, the Irregular Webomic poll about what one would select as the “most evocative non-food smell” actually turned out with my selected option on top of the standings. David Morgan-Mar, ever the sneaky educator of the masses, tipped his readers to the fact that the scent of the earth after rainfall has a name:
Sometimes, being a word geek can be fun and rewarding!
What happens when the guy with the most extensive and varied music library I know of gets a wild hair? You get Radical Bender’s X-Men Playlist: Rogue. It’s chock-a-block full of surprisingly good tracks, considering that southern-ish rock isn’t among my favorite musical styles, and my blues exposure is somewhat limited to say the least. (Fear not, friends. There’s more than just that on offer. Take a look, take a listen.)
The scary part, of course, is that I can’t look at a project like this without being quite tempted to try my hand at something similar… bah! Not that I’d use an X-Men character, of course, but still.
Hmm.
I’m tempted to turn some of Lisa’s posted examples of misbegotten metaphor into taglines. I mean, consider the following:
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
I’ll grant you, that one’s very Douglas Adams, isn’t it? (“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”) But still. It gets better:
The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
Priceless!
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
Now that’s a delightful mental image, isn’t it?
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
Aren’t they though? And my absolute favorite rounds out the list:
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
I hate it when I do that!
