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!

ARE. YOU. READY. TO. ROCK.
I CANT HEAR YOUUUUUU.
No, really, can’t hear you. at all.

A small book I didn’t buy; Insasmuch. Love the bats.

A mini book I didn’t buy; THE JEW

Where’s the bins full of locks without keys? Seems you never see those, only bins full of lonely keys. Does this mean that there’s tons of things in the world locked down, never to be opened, or does this mean that we’re surrounded by potential without limits? Hmmm…

This was SO AWESOME if you were there. But. Yeah, just a drop of dirty water. At the time, all the bits of dirt were spinning in a circle because of the air currents; my camera won’t do macro video, so, this is all ya get.

A book I didn’t buy; a ragged book about a RAGGED DICK.

A box I didn’t buy; WILLIE JO BOX. Although, the tag reads WILLIE JOE BOX. I bet someone pulled a switcheroo and got a deal on a WILLIE JOE BOX at a WILLIE JO pricetag. Sneaky punk.

Very old lights I didn’t buy.
“Hey, I know! Let’s cover those electrical wires in cloth. BRILLIANT! *toast* SHIP ‘EM OUT!”

HEAT – CARELESS PEOPLE

Pixos Bee, zen. And at the risk of being negative… mmmmmMAN these things pix me off.

“Be sure the Cobra Matic set to MAN, or else it’ll sound all …Womany.”

Magestic.

I STILL CAN’T HEAR YOUUUUU.
still can’t. #canthearthatatall

A whole box of Violet crayons. Was there a plan to color a bunch of eggplant that fell through? These are the things I wonder.

Gloria. I think I got your number.

Passive aggressive waitress. “NOW HE WANTS lllllLEMON. Fine. I’ll show him some lemon. Here’s *toss* your *toss* lemon *toss*.”

Doodletown, wherein dwells Doodledude.

Pixos, action shot.

Pen repair tools arrived! woo! Thanks Mom!

Pen repair tools, splayed, zen.

Much as it was with our Native American ancestors, nothing of our quarry goes to waste. Pen repair tools, box, born anew, as: “baby raccoon eyes that are red”.

That’s right, who gets a coupon for a free tin of SNUS. Me, that’s who.

These Strawberry Shortcake toys these days are getting mighty realistic!

Keebler Club crackers: We burn every 21st cracker. Count ‘em up, I didn’t believe it either. #itsafact

And that is the last WiP of 2009. *mwa*

Thanks for reading, I love you all. Well, some of you. No, not ‘like that’. Dang, can’t say anything around you perverts without it getting all twisted.

Christmas ain’t Christmas til the beer is on the tree.
O Tannenbier, O Tannenbier / Drei Bier Bit-te Scho-en.

Sold an office chair for fiddeen big ones. Thanks, Craig, great list, bro.

I work, with a guy named Bourke. He found the Pinta in my former office. No idea. These things just happen. News of the Nina and Santa Maria is, as yet, unavailable.

I made this.
I ate this.
God help me.
God help us all.
godhelpusall.

Desire path – medium: bicycle and snow.

They plowed the roads in our neighborhood, Thanks fellas.
They plowed the roads in our neighborhood… TO MAKE THIS FASHIONABLE ROADBLOCK SONOFABITCHMAN. Now we gotta turn around and go the other freakin way entirely.

Turns out, on rubbish day, it is WINDY. I found one of our cans in this here field. No, not at all near my front door.

Found another of my cans here, only SORTA near my door, but not really at all. At the foot of Mt Tussey.

Paybacks are a downer. @ebonweaver DEMOLISHED this cord-track insert on my office desk. Thanks, bro. *smirk*

At the divorce party: Keg Arrival, zen. (Yeungling Lager, fwiw.)

At the divorce party: @pckletchka is “on call” from his place of work, and gets to carry The Cool Phone *giggle/snicker/chortle*. I keed, I keed.

At the divorce party: 1 L Squirt.
One LITRE of SQUIRT.

At the divorce party: Zen – Eat, Drink, and ReMarry

At the divorce party: No idea who made/brought these but, -nom-. I treated these little dudes poorly, indeed.

@iAudrey dips. I had another caption for this, but it had to be backspaced, with emphasis.

Tree zen.

Bellefonte Victorian Christmas, zen.

Grinch gets an idea.

Grinch tailors.

“A Variety”. I’ve been explaining to my preschooler that it’s healthy to have a variety. She’s taken that word to a very precise meaning, and calls any plate of various snacks “A Variety”. This has created a need to use the term as such. “Finish your Variety.” No idea what’s up with her pepperoni treatment.

Polly Pockets and My Little Ponies dig the big boat. Beach furniture belongs IN the pool, evidently.

Cute leaf on the car window. Ride on, little dude.

I *love* these buttons. (Elliot building.)

Alice pulverizes an orange.

My project in-work for my Mastering Supervision class.

My project complete.

Chex mix, zen. Crispy Hexagons provide pictorial nourishment yet again on the WiP. I wonder of Crispy Hexagons would sponsor the WiP in a formal way. That’d own.

Gifted popcorn. From top; butter toffee, rockin black raspberry, green apple, cherry I think, and peach-ish. Not my favorite. K, well, the butter toffee was awesome.

Representative individuals from the aforementioned gifted snack collection.

Whiteboard zen with note from Colleen, from my class.

They gave us rocks at the Mastering Supervision class final reception. Rocks, they gave us. Idea is that everything you do makes ripples. I can dig it.

I drew sketches at the reception.

My specific rock.

Graham cracker candy house from daycare. Furnished.

So my dad sends me an email one morning with a link to the “Periodic Table of Beer Styles”. When I get to work, that SAME thing is sitting on my printer in the hallway – one of my coworkers saw the same thing and printed it out. Weird, man.

My boss brought gifts!

My former boss brought mini muffins!

Boss gift: chocolates!

Leftover Port from Thanksgiving? Why the hell not.
I decided I would attempt to hide myself and not appear in the reflection of the glass. I succeeded in looking like a complete wombat, because you can see me crouching there behind the kitchen island with my chubby little fingers sweating all over the camera. Smooth move.

Cold. Time to bust out the quillow. Is it a quilt, or is it a pillow? IT’S BOTH, THAT’S WHO.

#snOMG

Eight sticks of butter and a recipe book. This is a good sign.

So long, favorite bowl. You held alot of liquidy things for us. #taps

finis.

If ever a scene needed twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one… this is it.

Yeah. The next day. No squirrel carcass to be found. I pray this means he gathered his nuts and made it to safety.

@ebonweaver has creatures attaching their nesting chambers inside compartments of his vehicle. But, really, there’s nothing at all surprising about that thought.

I donated these here games to @feedscraps, and he friggin CASHED IN for refunds. He’s going to owe me up until the Mayan Calendar runs out of increments.

STARG II, Steel Plate Braille

Self portrait with demonic entity encased.

My dry-erase board needs more whimsy.

The “Chinet Comfort Cup” is good for coffee. Also, good for tiny Sumo wrestlers.

Regular readers of the WiP will be glad to see the triumphant return of snapshots from the gas pump. Becuase. Well, that’s quality entertainment. “Select Grade To Left”. Yeah, check yer infographic, jack. Yes, yes, I KNOW they mean the buttons from which you can pick the right button are all located to the left of the infographic, but come ON let’s at least TRY to be thematic? Oh wait, then I couldn’t make fun of it. Nevermind. Good night, my little Roseanne Roseannadanna.

At the ONY Twerp-Up. Weissbier in a Santa glass on a field of @jmundie

Ring2go. Zen.

SANTA GOTS A CASE BOY-EEEEE.

Pumpkintini, zen.

Pumpkintini, in glorious Reginaldvision.

Pumpkintini 3: Bend It Like Kozlek

@Robin2go, went. Which left me alone with her iPhone. I could have created QUITE the scandal had she not locked the interface (I just had to backspace over “licked” right there.). Pretty sure I looked over her shoulder after this and got the code. Next time, next time, I will own her SocMed footprint.

@jmundie spilled the pepper. Can’t take him anywhere.

All my girls at the christmas tree farm.

Needled.

So, we went to the Elves’ Workshop to get gifts for all. Found this dude hanging from the front window. So very odd. More odd? The looks I was getting from folk when I turned around after taking this picture. “Ha Ha! Hello! ….It’s a fly. Hanging there. I took a ..picture. Hmm. Merry Christmas “

melty #snOMG zen

Paigey picked out a bracelet at the Elves’ Workshop, and one of the beads popped off. Bead in #snOMG.

“Do”
did.

Out for a #snOMG photowalk with the lovely and talented @micala. Trees fromundah.

The Path.

Dunno if you see this like I do, but…
BERRYMAN LOVES WINTER WOOOOOOO!!!!!!$@#$!%!!

Shriveled berries. Story of my friggin LIFE, man.

Underbridge.

The Flow.

My foot in, her foot out.

Melty #snOMG on the lapel of @micala

Gingerbread houses! The house that PEZ built.

PEZ with the drips.

HALLO. WELKOM TO MY HOUZEN. U R WELKOM AND TO BE HAPPY HIR. I WILL B UR SNOWMN 4 2DAY AND LOVE TO MANKIND. IF U NEDE ANY ITEMZ 4 2 MAKE UR STAY COMPLIANCE PLZING TO ASKING AND PROMPTNESS WILL ACCOMPANY UR PRODUCTS.

Gingerbread house zen; Hannah edition.

Tree porn. Naked and upright. Holiday mercy.

#snOMG with urchin feetprints

Pre-pizza with homemade sauce. (Marjoram is the secret.)

MY FRESHLY BAKED GINGERBREAD ARMY WILL …. Jesus, guys, what the… where are your LEGS, man!

Thebba Gibbingerbrebbad Armbby isba ready tobba sebberve youbba, mabbaster. Whenbba do webba… ugh, stubbuck …TO THE FOBBOIL.

the end.

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!

Remember Yadin’s door that I broke? Yeah, pic of that.

At some point, I think Bill failed to show up at buffet for some reason. Right there is where he should have been. Maybe it was Yadin. I forget. Whoever it was, they were not there for the rest of us. And that’s just wrong.

OHHH that’s right. It WAS bill. He loves these things. So I took a pic to remind him of what he’d missed. MMmm nom don’t they look good. Still don’t know what they are. Crispy Medallions.

Fortune cookie? Yeah, how about FOURtune cookie. FOUR YOLKS, BROTHER. I’ve gotten doubleyolks before, but dannnng. One, two, three, four, efficiency at the cookie store.

Versatility is one of your lasting traits. In bed.
A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains. In bed.
You will be fortunate in the opportunities presented to you. In bed.
It is easier to make friends than to keep them. In bed.
Ain’t that the truth. I can’t even keep my friends at the buffet, much less in the privacy and relative comfort of my boudoir.

My dad wrote this for my daughter in her little notebook some months ago. Flipping through it recently, she found it again. I took a pic; very sweet moment.
….. I have NO idea what those two Barbies are into, back there, though. Lookin’ like a wardrobe malfunction and some strangleplay. Yikes.

MacBook Pro powersupply that showed up from one of my users. Seems it got ‘repaired’ with some scotchtape and a dismembered drinking straw. Straws – they just work.

Okay. Now. There’s alotta weirdass, unexplainable things in this world. I know that, you know that. And here’s one of them. You have to totally zoom the JUNK outta this pic, but if you do, you’ll see what I saw… IT’S AN ALIEN HEADFACE ON THAT ROCK. Upper right corner, the lightly colored bits highlight the features AND IT’S TOTALLY THERE and THAT means the aliens are here, have BEEN here for a long time, and are leaving markers in the freakin wide open urban public. Best protect ya neck.

I blogged about this already but it’s just too crazy amazing to not mention again. Went to Otto’s one day (why not, indeed), got a Jolly Roger stout. Then a hornet flew into it. So I spooned the little guy out, flicked him onto the ground. He licked himself clean (why not, indeed), and flew away happy. Atta boy, little buddy. Then THEN later, my freakin beer smiled. I have witnesses, I did not doctor the head (why not, indeed). And here we go.

My wife got hooked on this Words With Friends (*scrabble*) iPhone app, so I started playing too. It’s a free app, and pretty fairly well done. You can start multiple games with friends, with strangers, you can even set it for pass-and-play and play offline with someone next to you. It’s free because of the ads that pop up after you play a move. So then one day, I got THIS ad, which isn’t anything huge, but if you zoom it (hmm zooming’s a theme isn’t it), this “1 New Person” that I am to believe is searching for me? Yep, TOTAL nipslip. Wardrobe Galfunction. WHAT THE HELL!? How did they get away with that? Anyway. Yeah, had to screenshot it. For the WiP.

So I loaded up like a dozen scrabble games (that’s how I do it) with strangers, started banging out words. Then I got stonebored with everyone (that’s how I do it), and started resigning games to get down to just the one with @micala. Yeah, here’s my gripe with this game… it must be YOUR TURN for you to resign the whole game. Which is all fine and good, except that Marivicalejp took DAYYYYYSSSSSSuh to play her/his move, after I played “JEW”. Sorree. It’s not like JEW is a bad word, it’s just JEW okay. So I had to stare at it until she showed up, made a move, and THEN I could resign and move on with my life. sheesh.

Got hooked on Tap Defense. Finally beat the hard level, on the easy mode, killing the last Politician demon there on the left side. Deleted that app. Done.

Okay, Big Marty.
Big Marty makes rolls and other bread-related things. We bought these buns, like, in what, JUNE? And we ate a couple, tasted mighty fine, but the remainder lasted, in our kitchen, without going stale or growing moldy well into November. WHAT. THE. FREAK. Seriously? What Big Chemicals is Big Marty into?

I greatly suspect it’s because of the AZODICARBONAMIDE. What the HELL is that shit? Never trust a chemical that starts with both the first and last letters of the freakin ALPHABET. Azodicarbonamide is the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, the rolls endless, and the buns enternal (why not, indeed).

Who doesn’t love bacon? Farills. So I made some one day. Then I realized that my bacons were looking like claw-arms. And that’s when it crossed my mind that if only I had a bacon army, I could really make some things happen in this work-a-day world of artless mediocrity. ME AND MY CLAW-ARMED BACON MINIONS. But I ate the bits on bread with lettuce and tomato and mayo. Revolution shelved.

Homespun chocolate-chip pancakes with maple. Zen. Mmm chocolate cenotes. Chocolate cenotes were thought to be doorways to the underworld by the Mayans… I think I read that on the internet.

Creepy things around my house: This Doll.

Pancake peek.

I have this ratty-damn shirt that I wear when … okay I wear it all the time for no really particular reason. But I was wearing it recently when I got the zombie-camel-flu or whatever it was going around. It is my understanding that I had an agreement with @micala that I would throw this shirt out, but somehow, I still own it. It’s also developed a significant hole in the right pit. fyi.

Having the zombie-camel-flu is liiiiiike…
Watching Johnny Depp as Willie Wonka, on a TV with too much glare, through an empty papertowel roll.

Someone put this on a tree behind the building where I work. It’s supposed to mean something that I was supposed to understand. I missed it. But the wackiness of it was worth a photo.

Luke Skywalker is mighty irritated at being taped unceremoniously to a door in a daycare in Central Pennsylvania, and has resorted to using the Force to crush your head, Kids In The Hall style.

I want to believe…

Little ghost dude has manifested a whistle-happy expression in my soy sauce packet.

Our other daughter had a birthday recently. I cut out a bunch of paper letters to spell “happy birthday” across the kitchen cabinets. crafty.

Just my three cents. Shiny.

So, for the birthday party, we ordered pizza, and the order got royally gimped up. I told them that’s okay, and I didn’t mind waiting, so I relaxed in a vacant booth. For my troubles, I got a pizza upgrade as well as a discount on my order. <3 Angelo's Boalsburg.

I fix alotta stuff lately with superglue.

Daycare-parkinglot-morning-broccoli.

Sometimes, I let our little one play games at Disney or NickJr on my laptop. This one particular morning after one of those times, I get to work, hook up, and out prints Olivia. Sneaky little creep printbombed me.

Angles. Roof edge of my work building with interesting light.

Free coffee sample! One of my faculty drops a serving off now and then. Found this on my door one morning.

GET AWAY FROM ME MAN ILL DO IT ILL FLIPPING JUMP IVE HAD ENOUGH THERES NOTHING HERE FOR ME ANYMORE YOU DO THIS TO US EVERY YEAR AND YOU RAKE OUR GUTS OUT AND STAB CUTE LITTLE FACES INTO US AND I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE AND IM DOING THIS FOR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US THAT NEVER GOT A CHANGE AND NEVER HAD A VOICE BUT IRONICALLY A MOUTH HOW FREAKIN GRIM IS THAT AND YOULL BE CLEANING MY ORANGE RAGE OFF YOUR SHOES FOR WEEKS AND I HOPE YOU CHOKE.
I SWEAR TO GOURD.

Paige decided that the latch-hole in the Polly Pocket Ocean Liner Upper Deck Hottub would be the perfect place to store a tiny little Polly Pocket shoe.. unnnntil it was not retrievable. brb, gotta get a screwdriver.

This dude was creeping around our front door when we got home one day.

thecookiesareveryclosetogetherbuttherewasstilllotsofroomforflavor

I set up TIVO to pull down some Christmas related movies, to better prepare us for the holidays, so, I set up a Wishlist based on the keyword “Christmas”. Next up, “Patton 360, “On Hitler’s Doorstep”. okayyyy? thanks??

Trimming out bits from “The White Tower” papercraft model of a castle. Tedious.

SANDWICH BAR!!!!!

I broke. Another. Set of sunglasses. The side of my head is made from nitroglycerin and rage.

Some of you may have seen these lovely photos @micala recently took. This photo is the other side of that artful event. If you look carefully, you’ll see her all hunkered down in the weeds. Bless her heart; suffering for the shot.

Paige. Made this. Sit-n-spin, plus a Wings album, plus the cardboard from around a set of Ziploc containers, plus large post-it notes. Still unsure of what it did or why it was so important, but we were disallowed from touching it for most of the day.

So, The White Tower had to be affixed to a board of some sort… turned out, the best thing I had handy was Billy Joel’s The Bridge. Oh, and by the way, this paper model thing? Impossible. This is as far as I got before the rage set in.

Swiffering under the sofa revealed purple items. Polly Pocket shoe, and a swirly D20.

Foamy spray soap in the kid’s bath becomes OMG SQUID!!!!!! Cupful of squid.

At D&D night. I whipped out my set of three antique bone dice and threw them. All 1′s. I quietly put them away again, not to speak of it.

BROWSAR SMASH

Dice zen. D10. Makes a nice wallpaper.

Dice zen. Skully D6.

STARG!!!!!!

the end.

So, I picked up a new cam for ye olde WiP. Pretty happy with it so far. Here’s the obligatory porny-in-the-bathroom-mirror-selfportrait, of itself. Not me with the porny, not so much.

I gave my kid a gigantic cardboard box to play with. Look how happy! I’m thinkin Daddy’s saving some scratch come yuletide.

Work’s been insane, but beginning to turn around. Maybe I’ll get a chance to actually read this book I’ve been sitting on for ages.

@cmykdorothy made me this for my iPod ages back. Looks like I’ve got a new WiP Cam Sock.

“Daddy. You better say you’re sorry.”
Dang. Smash ONE construction paper pumpkin these days in the screen door because you’re trying to chase out ladybugs and you’re on death row. Or at least guilt row.

When I was little, I used to think that only my Grandmother was allowed to even GET Hershey mini bars. Now that I’m an adult, I know they’ll sell to anyone with a dirty nickel. No matter, I’ll remember it how I want to.

This is a fish. He lives at work, in Human Resources. His name is …Huey. There’s a bone-bare skull at the bottom of his bowl wearing a cap that says TITANIC on it. #cantmakethisstuffupfolks

Ripka’s got me covered, and isn’t sure I’m aware. There’s evidently a VERY small cheerleader that couldn’t be happier about the news. She’s thrilled I might consider subscribing. Looks like I have to break her heart. Sorry, tiny lady, I live online.

My big ugly Hagrid coat has a smashed button. Still, it remains. There’s a life metaphor in there somewhere. Go, Hagrid coat, manage some temps. Attaboy.

So I work with this guy, Yadin, right. No, really, that’s his name. No, really, not makin’ it up. Anyway. If you wanted to smash something, like I sometimes do, or if you wanted to, yaknow, craftily dismantle something, like, oh, for example, bits of Yadin’s car, like I sometimes do, I’ve found a VERY reasonable bargain roundabout the rear passenger lock knob.

Remember Yadin? Of course you do. He’s a geek, yeah, but not your middle-of-the road sorta fixed-his-busted-glasses-with-tape garden variety geek, OHH no. He secreets this goo-like substance that gives an epoxy-like adhesion; fixing glasses with a more of a chrysalis approach. DO NOT get into a fight with this man. He’ll encase you in this weirdass stuff and then you’ll be sorry.

Ladybugs. They’re freakin everywhere, man. srsly.

Did I mention the ladybugs? Yeah. everywhere.

Class; check! Binder; check!

Dare To Fail; check!

So, I’m at the doctor with @micala. Picked up the Ladies Home Journal. Right? You would too. Nabbed a few pics from within. I could never live in Oscar Mayer Land. I’d RACK UP the fines for nomming all the bacon fences. #LHJ

#LHJ “I had given up on life. Then, I got alien lung implants. Now, I refurbish old trucks for Noximonicle The Green. I feel our Lord and Master will be pleased; damn good mileage, too, considering.”

#LHJ “Old folk cramping your style? Consider all the options. A message from the Youth Arm Wrestlers Health Care Posse.”

#LHJ “I will find that tiny news-lovin cheerleader if it’s the last thing I ever do. Maybe she’s in THIS muffin.”

We stopped by @fastaraviolico for our first visit. Verdict? They has the yummy noms.

This was once part of an art installation done by @cmykdorothy called Washed Away, if memory serves. The slide in the jar had a picture inside for weeks. Then, one day? Poof, gone. A little freakin creepy, if you want to know the honest truth of it.

So we’ve been growing these seamonkies. And I had sorta… um… forgotten to feed them and stuff. But they were growing sorta large. And I was a little scared, but it was cool too, so I fed them. Then, like 10 or 12 of them just dropped freakin dead. These two remain. I think they are a mutated strain. This could get interesting.
-or-
HEY DID YOU FIND ANY SEABANANAS YET.
HEY NO I CANT FIND ANY SEABANANAS. HEY DID YOU FIND ANY SEABANANAS YET.
HEY NO I’VE LOOKED IN THE GLOWINTHEDARKBOAT LIKE A BRAZILIAN TIMES AND TEHRE’S NO SEABANANAS I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND.
HEY WELL YOU SHOULDDA ASKED ME BECAUSE I ALREADY LOOKED IN THE GLOWINTHEDARKBOAT AND YEAH THERE’S NO SEABANANAS I’M FREAKIN STARVED.
HEY OKAY IMA KEEP LOOKIN.
HEY OKAY WHATEVER YOU BETTER NOT BE STASHING SEABANANAS.
HEY I’D SHARE SEABANANAS.
HEY OKAY.

Paigey drew a map to Harner Farms. Feel free to print it out and use it yourself.

Interesting sky; zen.

@micala’s on drugs.

HAH I DID get around to digging in to that book. Maybe now I can finish and return it to @feedscraps who loaned it to me. That’s simple courtesy.

I found a Millennium Falcon model in my Crispy Hexagons. I’d totally set up a giveaway contest or put it up on eBay, but I ate the heck out of it.

My ToDo lists. #hate

Annnnnnd for you design folk. @michifus and I were chatting, and noticed this monstrosity. Where to even start in on this? The font? The kerning? The ‘R’-shaped, bottom-shaped, upcase B? wow, just wow. Yeah, you just got blogged, Little Lord Fontleroy.

andthatllbeawip.

Pen cleaning time!

My 4yr old likes olives withtheyukkiecut out.
Always cut the yukkie out.

Everytime I see this on our bathroom shelf, I start singing the Cruella Deville song from 101 Dalmations.

Cafe GOYA Espresso unboxing 1.0: ground coffee in a sealed brick.

Cafe GOYA Espresso unboxing 1.1: The Cut.

Cafe GOYA Espresso unboxing 1.2: The Aroma.

Cafe GOYA Espresso unboxing 1.3: The Texture.

Cafe GOYA Espresso unboxing 1.4: The Taste.
Conclusion? Really damn good coffee. #goyagetsome

ASTROJAX

Magnetix, Astrojax, Lego Dragon. Add a bowl of popcorn, and Darth Maul, once cut down in his prime, is suddenly hawesome again.

Dark One!
M’liege.
Your pink rubber die appears well protected; you are a mindful warrior.
I slay all foes.
Indeed, padawan learner.
What?
Padawan learner; um, rookie Jedi.
En Garde!
Aw geeze, not this again.
*they clash*

Lego Darth Maul in jail; and yet, unconfined; the dark arts know no bounds. Roll for damage.

On the two-drawer filing cabinet next to our fridge, we have a few magnet stickies. This one was sideways for some odd reason. Passing by, I thought it said “Hobo”. “……..why do we have a hobo magnet? Oh, wait…”

Some of my favorite “hotspots”, 1
(Please, do not connect to these; I just found them randomly around town, and cannot vouch for their security. You were warned.)

Some of my favorite “hotspots”, 2
(Please, do not connect to these; I just found them randomly around town, and cannot vouch for their security. You were warned.)

Some of my favorite “hotspots”, 3
(Please, do not connect to these; I just found them randomly around town, and cannot vouch for their security. You were warned.)

Some of my favorite “hotspots”, 4
(Please, do not connect to these; I just found them randomly around town, and cannot vouch for their security. You were warned.)

Some of my favorite “hotspots”, 5
(Please, do not connect to these; I just found them randomly around town, and cannot vouch for their security. You were warned.)

Some of my favorite “hotspots”, 6
(Please, do not connect to these; I just found them randomly around town, and cannot vouch for their security. You were warned.)

Some of my favorite “hotspots”, the winner.
(Please, do not connect to these; I just found them randomly around town, and cannot vouch for their security. You were warned.)

And finally, this just cracks me up. I wonder how long this madness can continue.
(also included, a bonus word joke; enjoy)

A church left a flyer on our doorknob. They wanted to let us know about upcoming symposiums regarding Sex, Marriage, Dating, and the like. Oh a free gift…

That’s right, gummi pucker lips. “Honeyyyy, c’mere a second.. God just gave me an idea..”

Lots and lots of dice.

My dad carved up some handmade dice; the darker ones are cherry from my great-grandfather’s barn.

“Giant Barbie? Yeah, hey, Little Ken.  HOOTIE HOOOOO!!!”

“Cash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAM, get the money.. ..DOLLAH DOLLAH BILL YALLLLL”

Barbie Shoestore: Sundries aisle.

“Ssshhhhhhh.. Giant Barbie needs a nap. Could you hand me my shirt over there? Thaaaanks.”

Not entirely easy to see. The sign reads “COMMING SOON”. Yeah, it totally does.

@stevier pen fail  Pilot Varsity, she hardly knew ye.

Pumpkin flashlight? Or subliminal Terminator sunglasses. YOU BE DAH JUDGE.

And I quote “Hot Wet Beef”

A first for the WiP (Yes, like actually BEING published. SHUT IT.) A panorama. Yes, I screwed it up. But check it. If you pretend that flower on the table is my misshapen alien hand, this thing tells one amazing story.

DAMN YO. YETI TRACKS IN MAH SHERBET.

We totally partied at Renee’s house. I got a cupcake with my big D on the roof. BIG PINK D WHUT.

IF you solve the Rubik’s Cube at the UNO Flash party, you totally earn the right to use it as a card gripper. YOU’RE ABOUT TO BE SKIPPED BLUE-MEANIE.

Indoor field hockey concession stand; my zone. If you need tea, cocoa, coffee, or weiners, look no farther.

What the hedge is a NIP CHEE anyways.
I love how they expect me to believe that the “real” has anything at all to do with the “cheddar cheese” just by the mere proximity of the words.

ONE DAY
No idea, it’s been showing up around my building on campus.

One of my peeps brought by a copy of the NYT. Thanks, peep.

They FREAKIN fixed the sign! It’s hard to see, but if you zoom in and use Batman’s batcave computers to enhance the image, you’ll see that it now reads “COMING SOON”.

I totally put Willis in jail. And yet, he’s never looked more in control.

GET IN MAH JAIL, BEER.
nevermindyouarefreegetinmahbellynow.

Yeah, this is kinda my life:
- normal, normal, normal, wtf, normal, normal, normal
For example:
- pens & phone, wallet & keys, ketchup, beer, phone

I’ve WiP’d this type of thing before, odd stuff in the post, but if it happens again, it deserves mention again…
FREE PANTY

Perfectly Portable Definitely Delicious
Yeah, I guess if you get a hankerin’ for yellowish orange alien mucous, between Cap’ns Wafers. (I totally just backspaced over “waifers” just then, not at all what I was attempting to tell you about.)

PEZ instructions. Yeah, just in case you forget how to load the dispenser. IT CAN HAPPEN. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.

I’ve WiP’d the Better’n Eggs before. But let’s revisit.
Note, whatever was EASTSIDE was BETTER’n Better’n Eggs. And AND, whatever was WESTSIDE was also better’n Better’n Eggs.
What’s better’n Better’n Eggs? Looks like almost ANYTHING is better’n Better’n Eggs.

WHAT THE HELL ARE FOOD TOILETRIES?
nowaitidonotwanttoknow.

Driving Spree.

Jessie. The ambassador bear.

Mt Dew’s been running this contest where they make a bunch of new flavors, then you have to vote for your favorite. Evidently, Voltage has emerged the winner. Really? Because to me, it tastes like Swedish Fish.

@cmykdorothy has a blog about beauty products. I’m thinkin we may need to collaborate on this one. For the love of all that is holy, people, read your labels. This was in our shower. Pantene makes a product which is a Fortifier. Sure, I’m sure many companies might, but are their Fortifier products ALSO fortifying? Because let me tell you, if you do not have a FORTIFYING Fortifier, then you’re missing out on a world of fortification. Risking outright weakness. Please, for the love of God, check product contents and be damn sure you’re picking up the fortifying fortifier.

So I’ve been working on this whole science fiction story thing, Eyeslight, right, even if only in my head most of the time. Still, I gots collaborators, I gots a wiki, I gots scenes and locations set up in Second Life… it’s getting monstrous. My main character girlie is Istra, and @micala wanted to build her apartment, so I slapped out this-here sketch of Istra’s pad. Far out.

The paperless office leaves a bit to be desired. I’m pretty sure this is not how that whole theory was supposed to shake out. I mean srsly, the keyboard is RIGHT. THERE. Could you not have just popped a gmail item open and taken some notes to yourself? Get this junk up in the cloud? Because now, there’s no way this notepad is portable. Heads up, People. Let’s use some brainchoonaynay.

Metalsmith James gifted me this lovely bit of layery goodness. Thanks fella! Handmade FTW.

Metalsmith James ALSO gifted me this fantastic bit of oddness. Seems that these days, the milagro are becoming more and more modern.

Fisher Price Little People have stepped in to protect the identities of the innocent.
Happy Valley moment of zen: the blue circle of harmony.

Hmm… what’s in the pen case today? (In way way too much detail.)
One ziploc bag with a busted earring. I busted it in the shower. Let’s move on.
One coin-protector thingy with tissue paper surrounding 4 handblown glass nibs. For glass-nib pens. Since you NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU MAY NEED SEVERAL.
Pilot Varsity disposable fountainpen, purple.
Pilot Varsity disposable fountainpen, pink, empty, for experiments muahah.
Pilot Varsity disposable fountainpen, black.
Parker Vector cart.
Parker Vector FP, black.
Pilot Preppy, hotmodded into an eyedropper filler, with Noodler’s Heart of Darkness.
Pilot Shaker 0.5mm, you don’t just find these anymore, kids.
Fisher Space pen, black matte.
Parker IM rollerball, black.
Parker Jotter refill, BP
Parker IM rollerball, slate.
leather strap. for removing sections. honest.
refill, pda stylus, for fisher spacepen, but with fitting for Parker Jotter.
iPhone headphone adapter.
Parker Jotter with rollerball gel fitted.
junky old Shaeffer FP, which is cranky and mean and scratchy, but I still dig it.
couple random international carts.
piston filler cart for the giant Chinese dragon pen, i think.
lots of busted bits from the Spors glass-nib pen I’m still pondering how to make functional.
one huge leather swath for cutting off straps for pen repair tricks. honest.
and below..
Pilot MYU 701 original.
noname Chinese dragon pen. rude and ugly and heavy and unapologetic.

The story thing, the Eyeslight, I printed out the wiki for fun, and for help is rewrites of the plot bits I’m ironing out. Didn’t expect that thickness. (that’s what she said.)

YES I RUINED THE COFFEE TABLE CAN WE MOVE ON NOW THAT IT’S ON THE WIP.
Our 3yr old, almost 4, can’t seem to forget it.
“Hey Daddy. Um remember um when you um… put the toast on the table RIGHT THERE and it made that spot right there. Why did you do that Daddy. It’s right there, see, right there. That spot. You did it. Right there you did that spot. With the toast. Why did you.”

Happy Valley moment of zen: First schmantastic snow of the season. Our deck is almost entirely obscured.

Hey dog! Great bag!
Hey thanks! Hi kid! Great car!
Hey thanks! Want to go for a ride!
No thanks! I’m stuffed in this bag! Have a great day!
Thanks! You have a great day too!
Bye!
So long!

I sometimes do not look forward to Barbie time. Honestly. Other times I really do. Sometimes, nothing is better than playing Barbies on the floor with my little girl because in my head, every second of time that goes by is gone forever. If I’m playing Barbies on the floor, then those are moments that might have never happened, and can never be made to happen. Sometimes, I’d really rather have a beer and read some feeds.
Anyway.
I was told that all these toys are not to be played with when we’re playing “Kids”. Because these are not Kids toys, these are all the “Other” toys. K. Check.

This is Jasmine. As it turns out, using her ponytail scruntchies for anklewarmers? This is never to be done. Epic Daddy failure. She almost cried. WHY WOULD ANYONE PUT DOZE ON DERE.

I brush doll hair inverted to achieve that extra body to the hairstyle. Mad Barbie Skillz; I has them.

HV Moment of Zen; batter for a batch of Cornbread Plus.

HVMoZ; batter for a batch of Cornbread Plus+ (With three chili pepper icons to indicate the addition of various spices.)

HVMoZ; The deck, almost entirely gone.

This. THIIIS is whyyyy we don’t let the toddlers loose on YouTube unsupervised. I started her on Transformers, because that’s healthy viewing, and where does she end up? Yup. THIS atrocity.
Command+Q, Poe.

HVMoZ; cute overload.

My wife has a very strange fascination with these crackers. And while I do not hold this same amazement; I cannot argue that they have my beloved Cheez-Its ASSWHOPED on style. Srsly.

Chicken in a Biskit Serving Suggestions.
GUESS WHAT.
RITZ NEEDS TOPPINGS. CHICKEN IN A BISKIT DONT.
CHICKEN IN A BISKIT IS *CHICKEN* *IN* *A* *BISKIT* YOU DON’T **NEED** ANYTHING ELSE, COUSIN.
POP A BOX. EAT A CRACKER.
LOOK AROUND HEY SURPRISE YOU’RE DONE.
THAT’S OUR SUGGESTION. NIBBLE THAT.

Spinny color wheel of death art at daycare. Trippy.

Happy toes. You can buy this from the Acacia catalog. I hope @cmykdorothy gets and reviews these, because I reallllly want to know, but I’m not putting them anywhere near my feet.

Snapple Lid. “You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching TV.”
I understand they’re trying to make the point that watching tv is a waste of time; but I like to read it totally the other way… like health tips.
“Serious? More calories? G’NITE!@#$!!! Catch you in the A.M. after my WORKOUT, chumps.”

  “You have an unusual equipment for success, use it properly.” 
Oh, Bill. Billlllll, billy billbilly bill. On this more than any other fortune, the flanking smilies say so little, but mean so very very much.

andthatsawip.