Day 108: Striped
Well, it rained a fuckton Saturday. [Project 365]
I had the hardest time picking a photo for Day 107. And even though there was hot man-on-man wrestling everywhere we went, as well as some excellent Beyoncé impersonations, Mark talking to a potato wins out. [Project 365]
No, I didn’t eat it off the floor. Although it sure looks shiny enough! [Project 365]
He sets things on fire. [Project 365]
I’m combing the interwebinars for Memphis Tea Party coverage to post to The Memphis Blog, and I’m seeing a good deal of dumb/awful/racist/troubling/violent signs, but here’s one that I honestly just don’t understand.
Sometimes there’s no time to take a new picture and you end up taking a picture you’ve taken before. [Project 365]
It’s time for a blogger/internerd enthusiast get-together. Right now the plan is vittles at Hephzibah, drinks somewhere(?), and bowling at Imperial Lanes, our fair city’s 24-hour bowling emporium (which is so gol-danged photogenic, I just about can’t stand it). All this is slated to go down the second weekend of May, which I assume to mean a Saturday night, but it could last for days and days and days because that’s how we roll in…
Two trips to Nashville in less than a week is hard on an old woman. [Project 365]
Spent my evening working on a Flash project for work. It didn’t start out well, because I’m still in self-teaching mode (and rusty from the weeks of atrophy following my early February Flash blitz course). But it ended just fine. In fact, I leapt up from my chair and ran around the water fountain and danced a little jig. I hope my luck holds because I’ve got to haul ass to get this thing done…
Tried to file some Very Important Paperwork today, but it completely completely slipped my mind that city offices would be closed in observance of Martin Luther King Jr.’s death day. So, next week. Last night Cameron Harper tweeted a link to the collection of LIFE Magazine photographs from the King murder scene that have just been released to the public for the first time. I clicked through them slowly and felt my breath leave my…
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