I’m not taking many photographs lately. Stepping off the Project 365 bandwagon for 2008 has really sucker-punched my motivation. Which sucks. I’m nothing if not goal-oriented. Methinks I might jump back on. Informally. But formally enough to ensure that I at least get the camera out once a day.
I seriously dread the day I stop finding lolcats and internet advertising hilarious. And I look forward to the day when I can get a job anti-airbrushing models. (Click to embiggen.)
Remember that drought last year? It got me kind of unaccustomed to rain. I keep looking out the window, expecting it to have dried right up, but it just keeps coming down.
The cats, in an attempt to prove once and for all that the sun orbits the Earth and Galileo was a punk-a$$ chump, just broke the Galileo thermometer my sister gave to me for Christmas a few years ago. They were playing and one of them — probably Sally — was getting all monkey with it and climbing on the bookshelf and probably jumped off, making the shelf rock and sending the thermometer to the…
I hope the mayo was rotten and the chicken infested with salmonella. You feckless cretin.
Even purses, like this one my sister found in my parents’ attic over Christmas, and summarily awarded to me, because I’m the weirdo in the family who hoards odd crap like this and hangs it on the wall as art.
Actual conversation that just occurred between me and my cats as I arrived home from work: Cats: Meow! Me: Oh my god, kitties, it is cold as balls outside! Do you know how cold that is? Cats: Meow! Me: Actually, balls aren’t cold at all. Cats: Meow! Me: It’s a figure of speech.
Just downloaded the new Cat Power album. It sounds like smoke and dust. And longing. I dig it. Makes me want to turn off all the lights and sip bourbon. And just fully feel all the fucking heartache in the world.
1. Mail the rest of my effing Christmas presents. 2. Actually, no, this one’s all for me.
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