In my kids meal at Sonic, I got this little guy. He’s called Strawberry Tot. I don’t know if he’s supposed to be a strawberry flavored Tater Tot or a Tot made out strawberries. Probably the later.
More red has shown up in my life in the last two days than can be attributed to increased attention.
I’m going to have Mike hack the Twitter Tools plugin and see why it isn’t working for me anymore. I suspect it’s a scaling problem on Twitter’s side, but we’ll have to see. For now, here’s another log list done by hand. Copy and Paste To The Rescue!
The transition is complete. I am a red girl now. There are only a few green things that I have to replace: glasses, wallet, etc. On the whole, however, we have completed transmission… errr… transition.
You know how you think, “My appointment is at 9:30 so I’ll need to get into the shower at 8:30,” and then think that your appointment is at 8:30, so you hop into the shower at 7 in the morning?
No?
I’m the only one?
Instructables has an article showing you how to make a bicycle seat cover. Before Mike’s bike was stolen, I used to ride it to work every day. It had a really soft and cushy gel seat cover. If it got wet, though, it was a soft and squishy bicycle seat, so I had to protect it from the rain during the day while I worked. This article tells you how to make a cover to protect your seat.
I have two words for you folks at Instructables:
Shower Cap
Via: Craftzine.com blog: HOW TO – Make a Waterproof Bicycle Seat Cover
Fry sauce is rumored to be a Utah phenomenon. To be sure, I’ve never been able to get some in California, but that doesn’t mean it’s a Utah-property. My friend from Florida had never heard of fry sauce, but she also had never eaten a gyro, so I can’t really trust her food knowledge.
Eating at Sonic at lunch, I remembered they’re a national chain. They have fry sauce. Do they have fry sauce at the Sonics in Texas? I know they don’t have it at the regular burger joints. They’re all about the BBQ. No time for fry sauce.
Just wondering…
I’m going to have Mike hack Twitter Tools and see if he can fix it for me. (Continue Reading…)
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I complained about A.I. a long time ago. I am STILL angry that the movie was so inferior to its ad campaign:
I’m glad I’m not the only one who thought so:
Cloudmakers has a little more information about the advertising campaign:
This much we were told from the beginning: Evan Chan was murdered. A web of clues was spun through the datasphere, and the Cloudmakers meticulously pored over each and every puzzle and detail. The Cloudmakers brought together diverse skills ranging from cutting edge spectral analysis to a unique and unrivaled knowledge of historical evends and world literature . . . and a whole lot more. Two heads may be better than one, but seven thousand combined to form the ultimate crime fighting syndicate. In fact, what we did was so groundbreaking that an in-game character, Jeanine Salla, honored us by “writing” a paper about us.
Microsoft was behind the curtain for the Beast; Elan Lee and Sean Stewart were the lead designers. The game was a promotion for A.I. The film was Stanley Kubrick’s unfinished project, and was directed by Steven Spielberg for DreamWorks. WarnerBros released the film in the US on June 29, 2001.
It has been almost six years since that movie came out and I’m still pissed. It’s not the advertising’s fault. It’s the fact that the movie that they made was so substandard with a plot line full of holes. Kudos to Elan Lee and Sean Stewart for creating a better story than Kubrick and Spielberg put together.
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“You’re giving away your cowboy hat?”
“It’s green. It’s goin’. I thought I’d get one of those cowboy hats at Shopko that look all old and grimy and put a red band on it.”
“How about NO cowboy hat?”
“I figure if I have to live in Utah, I should wear a cowboy hat.”
“You don’t live in Texas! You live in Utah. The correct ending to that sentence is: ‘If I have to live in Utah, I guess I should be Mormon.'”
“That ain’t gonna happen.”
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Amy Winehouse sets off every B.S. Detector in my brain, but I’m all for being able to let my hair do what it wants to do naturally. This hairstyle literally took me 30 seconds to create. Making my hair calm down and be a “nice” girl, takes 20-45 minutes. I don’t believe Amy Winehouse’s voice is her own, but I’m all about her hair!
Special Thanks to Matt and Hugh for reminding me that I needed to let my hair go. go. go.
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It’s so rare when I can click a picture of her actually sleeping. She was out for the count, though and I got two photos before she woke up and shook her head.
Maggie has been so lonely since Linda got sick. She and Linda would play together almost every day, but now, Maggie is left to her own devices. I’m kind of worried about what will happen when Linda finally goes…
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I know you’re there. I see the stats growing every day. Every once and a while, someone will post a comment, but mostly, you come, you read, you leave and I have no idea whether you got anything interesting out of your visit here.
I write this weblog for myself, but that doesn’t mean I’m not curious about you. Recently, Ward Jenkins had a Blurkers Rejoice entry on his blog and I thought it was a good idea:
Blurker (BLUR-kur): n. 1. One who reads many blogs but leaves no evidence of themselves such as comments behind; a silent observer of blogs. 2. One who reads many blogs but has no blog of their own; a blog-watcher or blog voyeur.
I’m interested in you, so please stop blurking just for today and leave me a comment telling me a little about you.
Why do you visit my blog? For the writing and stories? The photography? For the links to weird stuff?
Who are you? What profession are you in? Are you a boy or a girl? What do you do for fun?
How did you find my blog? Link? Another blog? The Quotations Page? Starling Fitness? Doing a search on Google?
Just for today, leave me a comment and tell me just a little bit about yourself. I’m actually very curious about you because you come and read my words every day and I never know who you are.
Tomorrow I’m going back to Weight Watchers. I just can’t do it on my own. Of course, that means that we took a drive down to Orem for fresh Krispy Kreme donuts. Mostly just for a nice drive in the Prius, but also for a donut. It’s like I haven’t learned anything.
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Friday, I took my camera with me on my run and took pictures of everything that was red. There were far too many flowers, signs and cars to include them all, but you can see the collection here.
My favorite is this chair. I see it every day on my run and it represents the end for me. I’m almost home and soon I can walk and after that, I can stop and stretch.
I think I’m finished with the red thing for now. It feels like my color now and I can stop obsessing about it.
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I’ve just posted a new installment of my fiction weblog, Merriton. You can read it here:
I have been working on this storyline and I have weekly entries to take us through August. If you haven’t been reading Merriton, then it’s probably best to start at the beginning.
If you are missing new episodes of your favorite television show, try reading Merriton this summer. You’ll get a weekly dose of life twelve hours from San Francisco.
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I was doing a writing exercise and it suggested some possible happy memories that I could write about. “How I Lost My First Tooth” was on the list.
NOT a happy memory, but an interesting story, nonetheless.
We were all in a tree. I have no memory of climbing the tree. Frankly, I’m surprised I was able to get up there, but up there I was and I had no idea how I was going to get down.
The others were swinging down using a cord attached to a branch. One, two, three, they all swung down, finally leaving me alone in the tree.
“Swing down! It’s easy!”
“It will hurt my hands.” The cord was thin and I imagined it cutting into my hands.
“No, it’s easy, I’ll show you.” He quickly climbed back up the tree and swung down again. He was a lot smaller than I was. I was a fat girl, you see. If I held that cord, it would cut my hands.
“Why don’t you put the rope in your mouth?”
That made sense. My teeth wouldn’t get shredded like the skin on my hands. I had seen a lady on Circus of the Stars hang by her teeth and twirl around and around. If she could do that, I could swing down with a rope in my mouth. I put the cord into my mouth and jumped.
When I woke up, all the kids were surrounding me. The dad was there too. Where did he come from? There was the taste of blood in my mouth. My mom never let me play over at their house again.
I never found my tooth.
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I have a huge pile of links that I was going to write about, but never did. I’m just going to clear them out here:
Note to self: Crochet this for myself with red yarn:
I wanted to talk about the long-dead people in this photograph:
I love handwriting fonts. This looked like it would be perfect for me, but I’m too cheap to try it out.
I think I linked to this so that I would post about it on The Gadgets Page. Now, I don’t care anymore…
Last time I tried to make my own shoes, it kind of was a fiasco. These look like they might be a little easier:
This is a list of the greatest local TV commercials. I wanted to watch them. I was hoping the Stack It Deep and Sell It Cheap Guy from D-Mart would be there.
None of these really deserved their own entry, so I just put them all here. Sometimes I just need to clean out the slush pile and start over.
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I love to read about other people’s fathers. This story warmed me:
Make sure you take a moment and wish your dad a Happy Father’s Day for me, okay?
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Mike has been trying to convince me to switch to Mac for months now. I finally acquiesced. I spent my iPhone money to do it, so I won’t be camping out in front of the Apple store on June 28th. That’s better for me, actually, because then I can find out what the iPhone is like before I plunk down the money on one. I’ll just survive with the Treo 650 until then. Not too shabby if you ask me.
By the way, if you get a chance to play with a Mac, fire up Photo Booth and have a laugh. I took twenty pictures of myself, just cracking up after each shot. This one makes me look all Emo, though.
My official photo in the sidebar at the right of this page took me hours of work in Photoshop. A couple of minutes playing with Photo Booth, and I had a couple of better ones with no effort.
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