I arrived at the local park last Saturday just after a baseball-or-softball game had wrapped up. Timing, they say, is everything.
That’s not actually true, however. Lighting and focus matter quite a bit as well…
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Shimako on A Drum
Post tagged: ShimakoA very nice, albeit mildly amused, gentleman at the park last Saturday acceded to my request that I use one of his drums (the one he wasn’t making noises with) in a photograph.
He was even more amused when I took a duck out of my backpack along with the camera.
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Welcome To Something Silly On The Internet
Post tagged: RustyThis… is the result of a very silly idea that came to me a while ago, when I came across yet another of those silly meme sites… people putting stuff on their pets, or something along those lines. I thought, “Hell, if they can do that, why can’t I just put up pictures of… I dunno, my ducks on random objects?”
And here we are. To start us off, please enjoy this picture of Rusty from Quacked Panes, perched on a statue of a bear cub at the zoo.
But it doesn’t have to be just my ducks on random objects. Have you a duck, or a flock thereof? Maybe you’d like to join in on this silliness, then. If so, then I’ll work up a submissions process and we can all work toward making the Internet an even sillier place than it already is.
I mean, what worthier endeavor could there be?
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Today Is Definitely Pants
There’s nothing quite like the realization that you were wearing the wrong black jeans to work all week…
…and that it was the pair which was due for structural failure…
…that had finally started to give out at some point in the week, unnoticed until Saturday morning.
Sigh.
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It was the year… everything changed…
2012 is shaping up to be quite the year. This month alone:
- I bought a brand new bed. To the best of my recollection (which is, admittedly, rather sketchy) this is my first major brand-new furniture purchase. I’d like to thank Cotton Cloud Futons for their excellent products & service, by the way. Once I got used to the lack of poking & creaking of springs, I started getting much improved sleep.
- I turned 40. Apparently this is some sort of major milestone. I don’t feel any different, really.
- I will no longer be making Tuesday visits to see any of my rugrats, since they’ve both essentially left home. My son’s off at school, and my daughter has moved in with a friend to seek her fortune as an adult out in the world. It’s the end of a long and strange era; I wonder how many other divorced parents have stuck with a twice-a-week visiting timetable like mine.
What’s next? I don’t know, and I’m trying not to worry about it.
“Trying” is the operative word, there. Heh.
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Incommunicado
A strange thing happened during the months immediately after I lost my old job, six years ago this week.
I stopped writing & responding to email. Yes, in general, I reply to most of the more timely missives (“Shall we do X on Y date?”) but casual conversations tend to fall right off the radar. Actually, it’s worse than that: I leave things in my Inbox to remind me to deal with them, and those messages sit there… sometimes for months. All I have to do is open up a message and type a reply, so what’s my deal?
I honestly couldn’t tell you. The strange thing is that I used to be Mr. Email, I loved typing back & forth and eagerly pounced on an opportunity to reply to a message. Somewhere during that emotionally crippling spring & summer, however, that went entirely away. Now I have to push myself to reply to a simple message that requires anything more than a one-sentence reply. It doesn’t matter who the email is from, either. Parents, sibling, children, girlfriends, old friends, complete strangers, all have about the same chance at getting a timely response.
I don’t know what this all means, other than to note one more part of my psyche that broke in 2006. Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most…?