Yes, friends and neighbors, it’s been a long long time. I still love you though. honest. Trust Reginald.
Here’s some pics I cooked up fer ya. COME AND GIT IT! Are they all from this week? Nope, but alot are. Some are from earlier. so, fyi.
They say Hitchcock used chocolate sauce in place of blood for the stabbykilly shower scene in Psycho. It was filmed in black/white, see, so color didn’t matter, but the VISCOSITY, see, was the effect he was going for, how it washed down the drain. I didn’t have to fuss with all that thinky nonsense. Alls I did was take a pic in my bathroom.
I took alot of flack on the Twitter world wide web site the other day for posting something when I saw something. They tell you to say something if you see something, and that’s exactly what I do. That’s exactly what I did. And I still caught hell over it. It’s not a hubcap, boys. Not a hubcap.
Why is the iPhone a game-changer? How has the iPhone changed my life? I can sit in a comfy chair in the livingroom at my in-laws and capture a life moment like this THAT NO ONE ELSE SAW. AND I can share that with the world, instantly, WITHOUT DOWNLOADING DRIVERS FOR MY PC. That, my friend, is a changed game.
@fuzzbomb is supreme.
HOLY NOWAY
I’m sort of over-doing things lately with this one iPhone app. That’s the edge where I need to be.
Woody’s on Hulu. Cheers, buddy.
Everyone that’s anyone loves Nickelback.
Truth about Nickelback? Yeah. Now you know, too.
Check out my wife’s teeth. I don’t care how medical it is, it’s dirtyhot, wakka wakka wakka.
Paige at India’s house during the “so long Jim” get-together.
I was making some tea, and my daughter wanted to know what was inside the bags. Now you know, too.
Evidently, my kid was the only kid there. Everyone else at Disney is over 60, and crazy short.
Whiskeysour zen.
The generous @bevinhernandez gave us some soap.
It’s made outta goats, and doesn’t suck.
I’m making a double-sided office desk for us in the basement WITH ENTHUSIASM.
Moving my tons and tons of vinyl around to get our basement all nice and livable. I thereby rickrolled my wife. Now, you too.
OH FUGLY man. I MEAN, GWAH LOOK AT THAT. fuuuGLEEEE.
At an undisclosed location, with the seekrit project team.
Mother’s day flower from daycare. Zen, with petals.
Nate delivers. Brought us some grape blow pops. Delicious.
Hey, so you’re into fountain pens, no foolin?
So I sat down and drew the FUCK YEAAAA dude, and it turned out smashingly well. haven’t been able to do it a second time. Pisses me right off.
Who watches rorschach?
Ahhh the North American Graduate, in his spring plumage. Look at em. Snapped this from the car, and they all seemed somewhat startled as well as pleased. OH MY GOD, RUN, A LION.
If you had told me, at any point in my past, that I one day would have in my near possession all the items it would take to make a candid snapshot like this with ZERO effort whatsoever, I would have called you a dirty liar right to your face, and yet, there it is.
Paige has taken to curly flourish. Can’t say that I care to discourage that. Sans serif? Fuck that, LET’S THROW DOWN SOME SERIFS WITH HEART. When art’s inya, art comes outcha.
Is this for reals? Does anybody know? If you buy Starbucks coffee in bags, you can get a freebie for the empty? We’ll find out.
Oh, my naughty hell. My wife made THEEEEESE delectable little bastards. I ate the absolute tar out of these. The muffin looking thing is sugar-cookie, soft and chewy. The frosty bit is some unearthly flavor thing that I cannot comprehend. And a berry. A BERRY, yo.
She made little ones and a big one, took them to a party. Nobody was hating.
Tiny flowers on a tree at India’s.
Paige borrowed the camera to get a shot of bird poop on the door. Zen.
Robin2Snacks doesnt afraid of your party treats.
Conjoined pretzels at India’s party.
India’s grill chimney blaze.
More preschool photography.
PRIVATE ROPERTY
I love my finance people at work. They give me cheatsheets to the finance system AND jollyranchers.
Them’s the pics!
