I am so in love with Anna right now.
This is the funniest thing I’ve read all day.
Addendum…
Who knew I could love Anna even more
I’m going to go weep for happy now

Dear future photographers of america…
I’m no expert on art, but I work at an art college and 6 years of watching installation after installation has left me bitter and cynical about the future of art in america.
Today I want to talk to you, the photography students. I’m not going to tell you what is good or what the world needs, I’m going to tell you what we DON’T need. Seriously.
We don’t need anymore photos of emo chicks with thick eye make-up staring despondently off at something the audience can’t see. We especially don’t need said emo chicks in ‘ironic’ non-emo outfits like a princess dress or a french maid outfit. The world has an excess of these photos, a surplus. It would actually be immoral to make anymore photos like this until we have used up the ones we have. No more pictures of emo chicks.
The ’emo chick’ photo trend is just an offshoot of the ‘old person in desolate surroundings staring off into space’ photo. I’m sure it was a necessity since art college kids mostly don’t know poverty stricken, lifeworn old people…but they do know emo chick. Still, it has to be said, “stop taking pictures of the grizled old people!!”. Stop it. You are not Dorothea Lange and channeling gobs of your parents money into the gaping maw of art education isn’t going to help you.
Get used to it.
Lastly we have the “urban decay” files. There are only so many weird angles at which to capture abandoned smokestacks, rusty dumpsters or condemned buildings and we’ve all seen them. Yeah, we all know that industrial growth has left an indelible and ugly footprint on the cityscape. You wanna know how we know? because generations of fucking photography students have been showing us.
That’s my message to you, the future coffee baristas of the world, take a better picture.
and in 180 degree news…
David returned from Wisconsin and there was much rejoicing. He leaves again tomorrow to go kayaking and camping. I will miss him again, but there will be much rejoicing at his return.
I started training Anna in on my job duties for the time she is covering for me while I am out on leave after my surgery. Damn. My job has a million tiny bits of info that I don’t even think about but I have no idea how to transfer that info into her head easily. The crappy thing is that I’m only going to be gone a few weeks and after the first week I will be available to help by phone so it just seems like a pain to dump 6 years of experience into her head for only a few days of use.
Plus, I know where everything is and what all the piles of paper are for. I don’t want to have to explain it.
Why can’t we just make a hologram of me??
it’s raining and it smells like spring rain.
Updating will be sporadic for a while. Typing this post has put my wrist to throbbing. I’m trying to avoid using my hand when I can. damn.

yeah…I got nothing.
With David being in Wisconsin for a few days I took the day off to revel in the solitude.
And I did what i always do, I cooked. Pretty much spent the day cooking, watching movies, eating ice cream, running errands and chilling.
Oh, and arguing with the dogs about appropriate behavior.
Dammit, I think I need to talk about anal sex again or something. That was a post that got a lot of interest. Perhaps I’ll write about oral sex or masturbating soon.
I’ll dazzle you with sex and you won’t even notice the color scheme!
Dammit, I have to go back to work tomorrow. Crap. I like staying home!

I got smacked. Hard.
Actually, it wasn’t too bad. Good points were made. Some of the posts ARE boring. I know. My life has become boring in many ways. Also, I like the color scheme but I can see how it would be a problem. Are you reading this, Mark? Are you?? Take this advice to the design you are doing for me. You ARE still doing that, aren’t you?
You know why the titles aren’t bold? Because I started this blog so damned long ago that 1) it wasn’t a ‘blog’ because at that time a ‘blog’ was a website where someone listed cool links they had found. This was referred to as a ‘webjournal’. This was started so damned long ago we didn’t have movable tpe or blogger or livejournal to base our templates on. I’m old. This is so old that when I started it, it didn’t occur to me to title the posts, so the titles are an afterthought. Hell, it takes a while for me to even start titling the posts. It’s a good point, though, the titles should be bold. Perhaps I’ll start bolding my titles.
She like Ghengis’ name. That’s pretty cool.
If you read the comments, you can see that lots of people hate the color scheme. Sigh. I like it. I didn’t design it though.
Alright, I’m still migrating over to the new place (it’s taking forever because I am slow and lazy) and these are good suggestions. The new place is on Movable Type software so it will have that uniformity of look and feel to it. Hopefully, Mark is actually working on the colors…Mark?
Okay, I have today off. I should actually get out of bed and do something more interesting so I’ll have something interesting to write about. Dammit, I knew it was getting boring around here.

Met with the orthopedic surgeon today, got my x-ray and everything. Damn woman! She’s all grabbing my wrist and bending it around and jabbing her fingers into it. Does this hurt? Well, yes, as a matter of fact it does fucking hurt. You’re jamming your goddammed fingers into an unnatural growth in my body!
Yeah, you know that twisting? The pulling? that hurts too!
Actually, she was pretty cool about it. Scheduled surgery and got everything all set up. Neat? Yeah.
The shitty part about this is that I will have to forego the 666 birthday party. Shit. This sort of thing happens once in a…I don’t know, a century? Well, suffice to say I’ll not be around or in a partying sort of mood the next time it happens.
Is it totally wrong to reschedule your surgery so you can have a party? Seriously? Because I was really looking forward to this. I wonder if this has anything to do with my mom and her praying. MOM! Did you pray me out of my apocalyptic party?? DID YOU??? Don’t you forget I’m gonna be picking out your nursing home!
Shady Acres Rest Home or Square Peg in a Round Hole Home for Delinquent Seniors? Your choice, mom…your choice. Stop praying me out of my hell-themed birthday parties.
hmmmm early surgery or good birthday party…
oooh, also I learned that I lost the statistics game with this damned cyst. It seems that if you have one and you have it removed there is only a 20% chance of getting another one. If you beet the 80% and get your second cyst and have it removed then you’re pretty much assured to get them forever. Or something like that. Me, I’m the statistical freak!
and now, I will leaver you to ponder this…is it really so wrong to drink beer and watch your dog try to hump a pillow? is it? (no, I didn’t actually let him)