Monday, August 29, 2011

There was a request for happy. Here's happy. (Though frankly this guy's happiness unnerves me.) Backstory?

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Man in pink shirt with blue eyes and very blue tie. What's the backstory?

Saturday, August 27, 2011


Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Willow tree against stormy sky. (This one flash setting turns the sky this crazy blood orange/rust brown. Kind of spooky, if you ask me.)

We’re on a roll here. What about his backstory? (Or front-story? Or side-story? Really, whatever you’ve got.)

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

And his backstory?

The gals, early morning reading. The Chucks, the like-crossed legs, June with that newspaper–cracks me up.

Monday, August 22, 2011

June lost her first tooth today. She made this awesomely decorated envelope to keep it safe under her pillow for the Tooth Fairy.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Let's keep the backstory game going. What’s his?

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Random Doodle of the Day: Backstory? He's got a definite 50s thing going on.

Monday, August 15, 2011


Have you ever seen a cicada, up close and personal, making its crazy huge sound? I did for the first time last night. I opened the door to the balcony and that throbbing mechanical hum blasted in, waaaAAAHHHhhhwaaaAAAHHHhhhwaaaAAAHHHhhhwaaaAAA..., a just freakin' ginormous sound, like filling-the-whole-sky ginormous. And there the little sucker was (well, not that little by bug standards, but...), perched a few feet away in the willow tree, plump and green and freaky looking. It semi-hushed for a moment when it first saw me but then started up again full volume, plumping its little bug-butt up and down with each waaaAAAHHHhhh. At intervals, it would go silent, and I'd hear the other far-off cicadas waaaAAAHHHhhhing in response. Then it would start up again, drowning them out. How do such little things make such a big noise?

My Favorite Ridiculous Joke I Heard Today

"Ask me 'What's the key to comedy?'"

"What's the k..."


Thursday, August 11, 2011

"Stethoscope stolen - if found call..." Between you and me, I don't think I'd want that thing back. (Who knows where it's been.)

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Ol' Virginie

'Twas briefly up in my mid-Atlantic homeland this weekend. These are things I saw:


Sheep and their guard donkey. (For real. Guard donkey.)

Whoah, sheep! Back off, lambykins.

Gangly gals on the farm.

Crabtree Falls warning sign. The only thing that could have made this sign creepier is if the number of fatalities was those little slidable/flippable numbers like they do for gas prices.

Flowing water + trees = pretty

Looking down from up top. Well from the lower up top. There was apparently way more falls and a much higher up top, but the gals weren't quite up for the three-and-change-miles roundtrip hike.

The gals and mama in mid-summer mountain mists. (Alliteration!)

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Things That Make You Go Hmmmm....1

Is anything ever given long shrift?

1 Dammit! Now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head all day. Too high a price to pay for such a trifling musing. Dammit!

Monday, August 08, 2011

Look, I iDrawred/Painted a pear. I don't know why. I just did. There's something primally satisfying about drawing/painting a piece of fruit. Like when you're done, you could just eat it, Harold and the Purple Crayon-style. I didn't actually try to eat it. I don't actually think it would taste good. (Too much glass and silicon.) But the primal satisfaction remains. Enjoy. (Whether you try to eat it is up to you. I'm not liable.)

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

Louise, practicing her you-must-be-joking scowl. Pretty good, my darling, pretty good.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

Stand and Deliver 1

I have a confession. I now use a standing "desk" at work. Why is "desk" in quotes?2 Because my standing "desk" is a trashcan flipped over on top of a conventional sitting desk (without quotes):

Perhaps it looks provisional and ad hoc, but I've used this "desk" for months now and find it suits my needs perfectly. (My employers offered to buy me a for-real-real standing desk (without quotes), but I declined.) Miscellaneous notes about my get-up and its environs:
  • I'm a copy-cat. My coworker was the first to go all weirdo-standy-style, and I merely followed the trail he blazed.
  • Yes, that's a flying chicken in the top right. (Muses chicken, extensible badge clip, index cards, thumb tacks.) When faced with particularly troublesome geek-problems, I find myself, as a ruminative distraction, constructing weirdo ornaments for the room. Not long ago, the room was comparatively bare and utilitarian. I predict by the end of the year it will be a complete freak show. (There are other oddities outside the frame.)
  • Wall ornaments:
    • My thank-you-Mr.-David muscle-man gift illo, to inspire me during those aformentioned challenging geek-problems.
    • My lovebird illo, for something purty to look at when my eyes tire of the bits and bytes.
    • The map of Hurricane Katrina levee failures, clipped out of the Times-Picayune, which resided on our fridge for a couple years and was a reference point for countless conversations. It reminds me of the importance of a good map (as I make maps for others).
    • A vi/vim cheat sheet. I won't go into that here (though I could, at great length). Too nerdy.
  • Trashcan/desk ornament: A Post-It that says "Ceci n'est pas une desk."3 (I told you there was an unedifiying backstory.)
  • I like having a whiteboard within easy doodle-reach. (The bus-doodle is an oblique techy-pun I won't bore you with.)
And there's a bunch of other stuff I could babble on about, including the lunch box that says "Lunch time!" in puffy glitter paint and the nerf gun and the "HAM AND EGGS / DAYS WORK FOR THE CHICKEN / LIFETIME COMMITMENT FOR THE PIG" koozie shoved into the up-ended shipping tube (impromptu nerf-bullet blowgun) and so on and so forth, but it's getting late, and I'm getting sleepy, and I've probably already said too much about too little, so I'll say goodnight. Bonsoir.

1 Sorry, best pseudo-pun I could come up with at the moment. (Why is it that puns are broadly reviled yet nearly mandatory for certain types of article/post/etc. titles, even in upscale publications that wouldn't otherwise touch punny business with a ten-foot pole?)

2 Why is this a confession? Because standing desks are weird and eccentric, and I've already got oodles of weird eccentricities, and some part of me feels like I should be making an effort to tone those down. But some other part of me (the part that's winning) feels like, What the hell? What's the point of getting old if you can't get progressively weirder. Let the young worry about such things.

3 Though then I crossed out "desk" and wrote "trashcan", then crossed that out and wrote "desk" again. (I couldn't decide which way the Dada-ist joke was supposed slice in this context. (Thus far, nobody has found it particularly funny regardless of which way it's been sliced.))

Monday, August 01, 2011

Washington State

It's been altogether too quiet around here for a spell. (You’ll forgive me, I trust. Many plates to spin, and the bloggy-plate is sometimes necessarily neglected.) I never did post any photos from Washington State, so let's fix that. A representative smattering:

First day, crossing the Puget Sound

When I find myself in those touristy situations where everyone's taking photos, I get sort of contrarian-ish, and while my inner shutterbug can't actually not take pictures, I wind up taking pictures not of the stuff other people are taking pictures of, but instead I take pictures of the people taking pictures of the stuff they're taking pictures of—or the people taking pictures of each other.

June, the Seattle Public Library. (My inner architecture nerd required a look-see.)

Louise, Juan de Fuca Strait, sunset

Under the piers: gobs of barnacle-thingies and nutty reflections.


Jason! Yep, Jason. He and his fam headed off to the Northwest and landed just twenty-five minutes down the road from Sarah's dad. And we got to see him. Jason!

Snow! We headed up into the Olympic Mountains, Hurricane Ridge, and there was snow. Snow! In July! The girls, as you can see, freaked out. (These are children who aren't accustomed to seeing snow hardly at all ever, much less in mid-summer.)

Overlook, coming down from Hurricane Ridge.

Poppies. There were crazy lovely flowers all over Port Townsend.

"No Fireworks"

There were these abandoned bunkers on the hills overlooking the Strait, from back in the days when big land based guns were the primary means of defending the nation against naval attack. Now they're all abandoned and otherworldly.

Fireworks (the official approved ones)