Less with the funnyfunny this week, and alot more zen. Been a pretty happy guy lately.
The Egyptians had the Sphynx in Giza. The Mayans, El Castillo in Chichen Itza. And the Penn Stater? Coffee mugs next to the Slusherators.
Cracker Jack needs to get on board with some SocMed. PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW FACTS LIKE THIS AND NO ONE CAN AFFORD SECRETS LIKE THIS TO BE HIDDEN FOR MONTHS AT A TIME IN A PILE OF CARAMELIFIED POPCORN. get a consultant. omg.
Oversharing personal facts about me: In Oriental restaurants, I roll my chopstick papers into tiny spirals of glee.
Happy Valley moment of zen: Water Droplets on the Window.
My Wife moment of zen: Twitterbird Keychain on Sexy Leggings.
A pen-obsessed friend of mine gifted me recently this set, shipped in a bubblepack featuring adhesive of INDUSTRIAL origin. Had to resort to knifing into the thing.
Inside; a Sheaffer 444 set, rocking the steelbody. Thanks @ethernautrix!
At work, whaaat the frig… #stuffifoundandLEFTonthefloor
Wacky-spinny-the-camera-around-moment. I tried for like five minutes to recreate this, and couldn’t. I’ll never get those five back, but it was in the name of art, so that’s alright.
I’m hooked on this again. Friggin Dice Wars, man.
Remember the gift coffee I received on my doorknob. Yep, here we go… …The Beans.
The Grind.
The Brew.
Pen cleaning/picking time! Hmmm Which to choose, which to choose…
Nibs in the hottub; once in a great while, I’ll break down the nibs/feeds into components and do a serious clean, but for the most part, I’ll flush/drain until clear.
This may not look like much, but it’s huge. These Vacumatic pens should not ever show ink on the plunger. BASICALLY this is the equivalent of a severe lower G.I. blowout. Only one fix; full breakdown and refurb. With luck, I’ll get some repair tools for the birthday this year.
Paige sports the Michael’s Fat Boy Limited Edition New York with Blue Pinstripes. She likes the line, but finds it too broad of a heft for a pre-schooler hand.
Paige sketches with the Esterbrook J in Red. She finds the nib flex quite forgiving, allowing expressivity in her inks while drawing.
The current #dailyarsenal. I’m ready to write some serious things down.
The second string roster; splayed and drying. #yesterdaysarsenal?
This week featured a glittery pink star wand. I believe in magic.
I also believe in fumbling tomfoolery; thusly demonstrated via Oracle Calendar and laying-something-heavy-on-the-keyboard.
Set up my office printer finally; it has the green power.
Napoleon made an appearance, but I had to disappoint him, as my loanee found another source for borrowage. He looks a little down about it, but I assured him it’s no big deal Knock if OFF, Napoleon, why don’t you go make yerself a dang kaysadillah.
The Esterbrook J; Zen.
Finally got around to revamping the interface tweeks on our workorder system. After a good long run, the “HowBoutThis” field met with nothing but loathing and anger, and was removed without fanfare. So long, HowBoutThis. HowBoutThat.
This week saw FourSquare garner some local attention. God help my inbox.
Pre-pumpkin-pie; zen.
Yeast, just chillin in a warm bath.
OH JESUS H CHRIST THE ROLLS ARE TAKING OVER.
Regular and Mini Ms, chillin.
At the in-laws for Thanksgiving; someone was working on some cubic crystal models, it seems.
Pre-stock; onions, carrots, rosemary, snackyzen.
LOOKA ME IM A TURKEY. Yeah, you’re a turkey, alright.
Plated. Zen.
…someone in this house, one of the teens, I suspect, has anger issues.
PANIC omg
Root Boost has had its serial number obliterated with what looks to be a dremel, or similar high-speed rotary… …tool. Probably involved in some crimes before it came to stay with us on the shelf with the other hair-care products.
Screw you. Some decoration beats no decoration. Live it, love it, remember it however you want to remember it.
…Because, yaknow, children are stringy and gamey.
the end!
