Impatient hipsters parked us in and then glared at us until Skinny Santa helped us navigate our way out. And then:
Happy Holidays, ladies and gentlemen.
Impatient hipsters parked us in and then glared at us until Skinny Santa helped us navigate our way out. And then:
Happy Holidays, ladies and gentlemen.
Have you seen this What Would I Say website? It basically peruses your Facebook status updates and throws them in a blender and predicts what you might post in the future. And it amused me, and I couldn’t stop pushing the show-me-another-one button. And here are the things it said I would say, which I probably would or have or at least might.
Everyone in the firstaid kit.
Both the kids have tried to jam.
A good thing is working
Nor is starting a nap.
Oh, and I took their picture.
Oh my papa got all chomped up.
Suddenly every hug from Pete would also be
Right up until after being so
It sort of makes sense if it’d said the stillawake girl who’d wandered out
[My dad] said I love Pictures from the basket on the world would that
Hey there, basketball fans!
Cheese would explode if you’re funny, Dad.
I didn’t catch the beginning of Progress sign.
We usually have the wrong number message after the island, darkness would spread across the most welcome.
LIKE VERUCA SALT and came home with
Fingers crossed something else remotely dangerous.
She has an inappropriate thing from Robin!
Next, everyone I’ve talked to two of the Mind is or maybe it’s December, then asks Does anyone have a closet full of this.
I didn’t have an extra day
Slanderous. Marsha has wings. No one really cared.
Waiting in the chimney.
I thought about crafting this into tomorrow’s poem, but I liked them too much as standalone sentences. And it’s November, so there you go.
Monday is my 35th birthday. I’m mostly OK with that, but not as OK as I was with turning 30, which I thought was going to be a bigger deal, psychologically speaking I guess. And here’s why: When I fill out a survey now, I’m in the next age bracket. I don’t know why that’s a problem for me this time around, but it is. And instead of delving into why I find that troubling, let’s just look at some Stuff and Things with which I would like to be gifted.
A new lens for my camera. I’ve been eyeing the Canon EF-S 60mm f/2.8, but it’s really expensive. I want something that will take great portraits, I think.
Another battery for my camera, because the battery always dies at the most inopportune of times. This has been on my wish list since October 2011. Maybe I need to just buy it for myself.
Black boots to wear with all of my black clothing.
A Marc Johns print about an orange and David Foster Wallace.