Day 333 — Yellow
Project 365
Author: theogeo
Cats. Typefaces. Bad jokes.
Bitchy McComplainsalot politics YouTube
We’re doooooomed!
I just watched the replay of the Republican YouTube debate from last night. As usual, I have some poorly thought out and superficial observations, based on my incomplete viewing because freaking Headline News Local Edition kept cutting in to tell me about Hannah Montana and the cold front that’s coming. • WTF is Mitt Romney’s hair made of? Cellophane? Robot cellophane? • I have always had a soft spot for John McCain, even though he…
project 365
Day 331 — Jewelry
[for Tuesday, Nov. 27] My jewelry collection still proudly includes items I got when I was in second grade (the turquoise Mardi Gras beads), a necklace my father wore when he was a kid (the leather-and-chunky-beads ensemble), love beads my mom wore in the ’70s (the pink and light green beads), and damn near every seed bead I’ve ever bought at Wal-Mart. Obviously I’m not a big fan of “real” jewelry. Project 365
television
Blibbity blamazon, somethin’ somethin’ Amazon
Don’t know if I can wait ’til Christmas for this.
memories videos
Memory Monday
I swear, I make it through my digital clutter at an even slower pace than my physical clutter. Here’s a (silent) video I found of Felix and Gonzo playing back in the spring of 2005. Gonzo’s been gone nearly a year now, believe it or not. Man, oh man, I miss him a lot.
memories photos
Havenwood
I’m clicking through digital pictures taken back in ’03/’04 or so, preparing to burn them to discs and get them off my hard drive. There are lots of pics of ferrets, lots of funny gas-station shots Phil took at Daily’s, and lots of pics of The Kids working and boozin’ it up. I rocked the gold eye shadow back then pretty much every day. Those were good times.
randomosity
Faith
The other day while on the phone with my dad, he ventured into the treacherous territory of religion and asked me if I even had a Bible in my possession anymore. “I dunno. Maybe? …” I replied sheepishly. If there is one thing in the world I am loath to do, it is disappoint my father. I could tell he was unnerved by the thought. He acknowledged that my faith isn’t what it used to…
I'm posting about my damn cats again
Day 329 — Meeting Santa
[for Sunday, Nov. 25] Phil’s mom brought Rylee to town today to check out the Enchanted Forest at the Pink Palace and, ultimately, to meet the big man in red himself, ol’ Santa Claus. We made our way dutifully through the twisting paths flanked by animatronic woodland creatures and elves, slowly (and creepily) cutting wood and even eating poison mushrooms. I was completely blown away by the gingerbread houses on display. Clearly, the people who…
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