Hello?

My new phone number and I messing with Kat.

Simpsons Awesome

In Ohio, you can host your very own life-sized Simpsons' themed birthday party at Regal Cinemas....I saw this on my way into the theater to watch 2012 on Friday.

Turkey Coma

Ah... tryptophan at its finest.

And call a train of laughing Hours...

Little did I know that the spam subject line that inspired our blog

title was actually a line from a Wordsworth poem. 

I don't know what it means but... ok!-

AGE! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers,

And call a train of laughing Hours;

And bid them dance, and bid them sing;

And thou, too, mingle in the ring!

La luz

Ann Arbor street lamp. It just looked cool.

Photo taken: wee hours of 11/26/09

Can't really argue

 

Here's one of two pictures I took just for you guys this Wednesday.

"You'll never plow a field by turning it over in your mind."

Painted on the wall of Conor O'neill's, your typical Irish pub.

Photo taken: 11/25/09

Jaws

My dog Shadow (yes, like the one from Homeward Bound... I was 12!) is 13 years old and sleeps for 23 hours a day but he still jumps for one thing: meat. Notice the little one on the bottom left (my sister's dog) who realizes he is only slightly larger than the turkey leg that is about to be consumed.

Wings vs. Canucks

What half of a Redwings game looks like.

Photo taken: Joe Louis Arena, Detroit, 11/12/09

Just wanted to say hello.

A Scottish Highland Coo.
No, that's not a typo. It's the accent.

This calf wandered over to the fence and, after a moment of blowing warm air on my hand through his coo nostrils, decided it was okay to get the bridge of his nose scratched. As cows go, these are very docile--and very cute. It is sad to know that they are beef coos.
But somehow that does not deter my appetite.

Photo taken: near Stowe, VT, 11/23/2009

Dead Butterfly

This butterfly has been taunting me for months now. It somehow died right outside my room but on the window sill directly in my sight line but across the two story opening to the living room below. It mocks me with its grizzly beauty and silent judging of my life. I could use one of those extendo poles we have for dusting but I always feel like a goober using one of those. (It really is a butterfly and not a moth, the camera phone not too hot on the details from 8 feet away)

We Three Queens...

Forget gold, frankincense, and myrrh... Gimme honey roasted peanuts, chocolate pretzels, and homemade peanut butter cups...

Only at Intel

There are many a horror story from the Intel bathrooms...this is just one.

Skywalker Ranch

Found this in the guest book at Skywalker Ranch when Jeff came to visit SF.

American persimmons

Last Saturday, I went with my roommate to the farmer's market in our neighborhood. I bought a bunch of crap, including these... they're American persimmons.

They are tiny and wrinkly and smushy. I asked the guy if this is how they're supposed to be. He told me that ideally, you'd want to eat these when they have the same texture as a 100-year-old woman's breasts. I thought... what the hell... and bought a little basket. They were weird.

Photo taken: in my kitchen, 11/14/2009

Testing

just wanted to see how this works

Taken by the bus stop on Catherine & Glen back in August