Today, as most students are celebrating the end of the school year, I'm just getting started with my photography class. Yes! I finally signed myself up for a class so that I will become a little more familiar with (and a lot less scared of) my new camera. Tonight was the first night of 6 classes-including one field trip to the Desert Botanical Gardens. It started with a quiz to prove how nublet we all are, and ended with 2 homework assignments to produce four photographs proving our calculated experimentations with shutter speed and aperture.
I'm wildly excited by the whole thing, despite being nervous and freaked out just a day or so ago. I'm still a little nervous and anxious about the possibility that I'm really not a photographer, but just lucky with a camera so far. I suppose there has to be room to learn, however. So perhaps even if I'm not now, I will someday be.
I'll probably be doing the homework this weekend as part of it involves bright sunlight and moving vehicles. I'll let you know how that goes. :)
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
The Downhill is a Lie
I signed up for the Flagstaff to Sedona ride on the mistaken belief that it was "all downhill". I knew, of course, that it wouldn't *all* be down hill, but we were led to believe by several sources that it was at least primarily downhill. This turned out to be an awful awful lie.
One fellow, after the ride, posted his GPS results here (click on the "player" button on the far right to see a pretty cool animation of the ride). Apparently we climbed 2143feet and descended 4824 feet. That, my friends, is a LOT of climbing. Especially when the bulk of the trail looks like this:
This meant that we spent a lot of our time doing this:
The pine needles mixed with the clayey mud formed what must be the world's strongest natural cement on our bikes. Several times, people with caliper breaks found that their wheels would simply no longer turn. Folks like me (a bit on the heavier side) found that even after cleaning all the gunk off of our tires, it still felt like we were running on flats. It wasn't like riding through mud...it was, literally, riding through mud.
Oh, and did I mention that it was a 40+ mile ride? Yes. Bike computers varied, but were in the range of 39-41 miles. I had no business on a ride like this, but feeling confident that it was "All Downhill", I figured I could manage. Well. What the organizers advertised as a 4-5 hour ride ended up taking close to 7(nearly 8 according to the above linked data, which I think is slightly off), I think? Perhaps longer. And it was mostly because yours truly averaged approximately 6mph--even with the 30+mph downhills factored in. I just wasn't ready for it. But with many stops and a bit of walking up some of the more heinous climbs, I made it. And while it was all beautiful, the views towards the end of the ride down Schnebly Hill Road were just...awesome. Here are some more shots from the day. I'll let most of them speak for themselves, as I am both tired and lazy at this point in the day.
I busted my chain about 3 miles into the ride. Good times. Fortunately there were mechanically inclined people there to help. And people with cameras and no sympathy. :)
Don't let this photo fool you. I was usually *much* farther behind the pack than this...
After trudging through the rain up Schnebly Hill with a sore knee and thoughts of heralding one of the many Forest Service Trucks, we (the other 2 fellows willing to take it easy with me) simultaneously topped a hill and rounded a corner to see the views in the last 4 photos. It was a completely jaw-dropping moment. I'm fairly certain that I squealed, dropped my bike and ran to the edge of the road/overlook and just gaped for several minutes. I won't say that I forgot the incredible pain and shame of the previous part of the ride, climbing and trudging through all that mud--but I will say that these views really did make it all worthwhile.
Well, the views and the bragging rights. I rode a 40 mile bike ride, uphill, through mud and rain. I rode from Flagstaff to Sedona!
One fellow, after the ride, posted his GPS results here (click on the "player" button on the far right to see a pretty cool animation of the ride). Apparently we climbed 2143feet and descended 4824 feet. That, my friends, is a LOT of climbing. Especially when the bulk of the trail looks like this:
This meant that we spent a lot of our time doing this:
The pine needles mixed with the clayey mud formed what must be the world's strongest natural cement on our bikes. Several times, people with caliper breaks found that their wheels would simply no longer turn. Folks like me (a bit on the heavier side) found that even after cleaning all the gunk off of our tires, it still felt like we were running on flats. It wasn't like riding through mud...it was, literally, riding through mud.
Oh, and did I mention that it was a 40+ mile ride? Yes. Bike computers varied, but were in the range of 39-41 miles. I had no business on a ride like this, but feeling confident that it was "All Downhill", I figured I could manage. Well. What the organizers advertised as a 4-5 hour ride ended up taking close to 7(nearly 8 according to the above linked data, which I think is slightly off), I think? Perhaps longer. And it was mostly because yours truly averaged approximately 6mph--even with the 30+mph downhills factored in. I just wasn't ready for it. But with many stops and a bit of walking up some of the more heinous climbs, I made it. And while it was all beautiful, the views towards the end of the ride down Schnebly Hill Road were just...awesome. Here are some more shots from the day. I'll let most of them speak for themselves, as I am both tired and lazy at this point in the day.
I busted my chain about 3 miles into the ride. Good times. Fortunately there were mechanically inclined people there to help. And people with cameras and no sympathy. :)
Don't let this photo fool you. I was usually *much* farther behind the pack than this...
After trudging through the rain up Schnebly Hill with a sore knee and thoughts of heralding one of the many Forest Service Trucks, we (the other 2 fellows willing to take it easy with me) simultaneously topped a hill and rounded a corner to see the views in the last 4 photos. It was a completely jaw-dropping moment. I'm fairly certain that I squealed, dropped my bike and ran to the edge of the road/overlook and just gaped for several minutes. I won't say that I forgot the incredible pain and shame of the previous part of the ride, climbing and trudging through all that mud--but I will say that these views really did make it all worthwhile.
Well, the views and the bragging rights. I rode a 40 mile bike ride, uphill, through mud and rain. I rode from Flagstaff to Sedona!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
IOU
Stories. And photos.
For the past two weekends, I've been out galavanting on the trails of Arizona with my trusty bike. Last weekend it was trails around Bell Rock in Sedona. It was supposed to be a relatively easy 3.5 miles out and back (7mi round trip). It ended up being 12 miles total, uphill in all directions, but with some really awesome singletrack technical(ish) stuff that I loved. I also met some really cool folks, with whom I also rode yesterday. More about that in a moment. Let's look at some photographic evidence of the Bell Rock Ride:
Really godawful facial expression here, but I like it! This was a rocky, nasty climb that many people hike-a-biked (I cleaned it on the first try with much grunting and an amazingly loud cry of triumph at the top). The guy that took the photo had perched at the base of the climb and I very nearly ran him over.
I like this one much better. I don't look completely ridiculous, and besides, you get lovely Cathedral Rock in the background!
After the ride, we drove down to Oak Creek and played in the water for a while, and happened to bear witness to a rather unique wedding. There was a pathway of rocks across part of the creek where we were, and at one point we saw a gentleman with a Native American Flute and an amplifier stepping carefully across. When we asked him what he was doing way out here with an amp, he simply replied "A Wedding" and geststured across the creek. Up on a little hill above the creek was a gazebo, and we all assumed it would be there; but shortly after crossing the creek, he set up his stuff in the middle of a flat slick-rock type area and began to play.
Shortly thereafter, we saw an American Indian (no idea what tribe) coming down the hill--he was a shaman or priest or spiritual leader of some sort--in full regalia. Feathers, full buckskin, a huge drum, and a half-gourd with sage and feathers. Closely behind him were the bride and groom--in traditional white gown and tux. She took off her high heels to walk across the creek rocks, and her groom was good enough to carry both her shoes and her flowers so that she could keep better balance. Unable to stand there speechless, one of our group members mentioned something about her pedicure, to which she responded "All the way from England!". So it turns out that this couple had traveled to this tiny little creek in the middle of nowhere Arizona to be married in a Vortex area by an Indian (I'll call him) Shaman. They did the blanket transfer, and held the feathers and the shaman cleansed the area with the sage. We watched from a distance, and several people egged me to take photos, but I refused. It just didn't seem right.
Trust me when I tell you, though...it was pretty damn cool to bear witness to such a thing. Oh, and the bike ride...it was awesome too.
And tomorrow, since I'm off work (hooray!), I'll tell you the story of Flagstaff to Sedona. Here's a preview:
For the past two weekends, I've been out galavanting on the trails of Arizona with my trusty bike. Last weekend it was trails around Bell Rock in Sedona. It was supposed to be a relatively easy 3.5 miles out and back (7mi round trip). It ended up being 12 miles total, uphill in all directions, but with some really awesome singletrack technical(ish) stuff that I loved. I also met some really cool folks, with whom I also rode yesterday. More about that in a moment. Let's look at some photographic evidence of the Bell Rock Ride:
Really godawful facial expression here, but I like it! This was a rocky, nasty climb that many people hike-a-biked (I cleaned it on the first try with much grunting and an amazingly loud cry of triumph at the top). The guy that took the photo had perched at the base of the climb and I very nearly ran him over.
I like this one much better. I don't look completely ridiculous, and besides, you get lovely Cathedral Rock in the background!
After the ride, we drove down to Oak Creek and played in the water for a while, and happened to bear witness to a rather unique wedding. There was a pathway of rocks across part of the creek where we were, and at one point we saw a gentleman with a Native American Flute and an amplifier stepping carefully across. When we asked him what he was doing way out here with an amp, he simply replied "A Wedding" and geststured across the creek. Up on a little hill above the creek was a gazebo, and we all assumed it would be there; but shortly after crossing the creek, he set up his stuff in the middle of a flat slick-rock type area and began to play.
Shortly thereafter, we saw an American Indian (no idea what tribe) coming down the hill--he was a shaman or priest or spiritual leader of some sort--in full regalia. Feathers, full buckskin, a huge drum, and a half-gourd with sage and feathers. Closely behind him were the bride and groom--in traditional white gown and tux. She took off her high heels to walk across the creek rocks, and her groom was good enough to carry both her shoes and her flowers so that she could keep better balance. Unable to stand there speechless, one of our group members mentioned something about her pedicure, to which she responded "All the way from England!". So it turns out that this couple had traveled to this tiny little creek in the middle of nowhere Arizona to be married in a Vortex area by an Indian (I'll call him) Shaman. They did the blanket transfer, and held the feathers and the shaman cleansed the area with the sage. We watched from a distance, and several people egged me to take photos, but I refused. It just didn't seem right.
Trust me when I tell you, though...it was pretty damn cool to bear witness to such a thing. Oh, and the bike ride...it was awesome too.
And tomorrow, since I'm off work (hooray!), I'll tell you the story of Flagstaff to Sedona. Here's a preview:
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Ride Ride Ride
I'm a big fan of Meetup.com. True, I don't often partake of the myriad opportunities it provides, but I've never regretted it on the rare occasions that I do.
Yesterday I went on a bike ride in Sedona. It was advertised as 3.5 miles of easy to moderate riding--beginners welcome. I'm far from being a beginner, but I am rather out of shape, so I figured it was right up my alley. Well, 11 miles later I was huffing and puffing and gasping for breath--and at one point I was seriously concerned about the possibility of heat exhaustion once again. There were far more climbs than anticipated, and I hadn't taken into account the relatively high altitude. I was at the back of the pack (and if you know me at all, you know that that is *NOT* my comfort zone) the entire time, and doing a great deal of hike-a-bike.
And I would do it again tomorrow if I could!
Although completely exhausted afterwards, I was also oddly energized. Perhaps it was the vortexes in and around Bell Rock. Perhaps it was just the adrenaline. Perhaps it's just that my heart is *still* beating a bit above the normally recognised limit (not true, not true...just a figure of speech!)... At any rate, although it was so difficult and painful at times, it was also just incredibly beautiful to be out there. I rode with a great bunch of people and pushed myself beyond anything I'd ever attempt on my own little jaunts around here.
Ultimately, I think that was the most enjoyable part--pushing myself to do something that would have been so easy to give up on. I tried--and succeeded--riding some technical bits that not everyone else could clear. I tried--and failed--on many more. But I was out there pushing myself and that was its own reward.
And on that note, it's 9:38pm and I'm going to sleep. I'm still exhausted! And 5:30am with the hounds will be here all too soon. I'll try to post some photos in the next couple days. <3
Yesterday I went on a bike ride in Sedona. It was advertised as 3.5 miles of easy to moderate riding--beginners welcome. I'm far from being a beginner, but I am rather out of shape, so I figured it was right up my alley. Well, 11 miles later I was huffing and puffing and gasping for breath--and at one point I was seriously concerned about the possibility of heat exhaustion once again. There were far more climbs than anticipated, and I hadn't taken into account the relatively high altitude. I was at the back of the pack (and if you know me at all, you know that that is *NOT* my comfort zone) the entire time, and doing a great deal of hike-a-bike.
And I would do it again tomorrow if I could!
Although completely exhausted afterwards, I was also oddly energized. Perhaps it was the vortexes in and around Bell Rock. Perhaps it was just the adrenaline. Perhaps it's just that my heart is *still* beating a bit above the normally recognised limit (not true, not true...just a figure of speech!)... At any rate, although it was so difficult and painful at times, it was also just incredibly beautiful to be out there. I rode with a great bunch of people and pushed myself beyond anything I'd ever attempt on my own little jaunts around here.
Ultimately, I think that was the most enjoyable part--pushing myself to do something that would have been so easy to give up on. I tried--and succeeded--riding some technical bits that not everyone else could clear. I tried--and failed--on many more. But I was out there pushing myself and that was its own reward.
And on that note, it's 9:38pm and I'm going to sleep. I'm still exhausted! And 5:30am with the hounds will be here all too soon. I'll try to post some photos in the next couple days. <3
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
aka: where the last week went
It's been a busy week--not really because I have anything going on in my real life, but because WoW has these insidious in-game "events" with linked achievements. The ocd part of me (approximately 85% percent) is compelled to participate and complete these little mini games, which causes late nights and errors in judgement.
Such as...not fixing the salmon as soon as I should have.
I bought salmon at the grocery last Sunday, much like I often do. I generally cook it the same night or the next. Very occasionally I'll cook it two days later. This week, I waited until Wednesday, because for some odd reason both Monday and Tuesday found us with other dinner plans. I should have ignored the nagging voice in my head saying "Don't waste it; it'll be fine!". I should *not* have ignored the extraordinarily fishy smell when I unwrapped my dinner-to-be. And I really should have just reached for a Lean Cuisine dinner as the salmon steamed and went through a particularly nasty phase of stink. But it *looked* fine. It *tasted* fine...
(R, the luckiest man alive, was feeling a bit low that night and slept right through dinner, and escaped my cruel fate...)
Thursday morning I had a 7am appointment for a boob-squishin. I woke up at about 5:30am with a massive, MASSIVE headache, but chalked it up to not getting enough sleep. Made it into my appointment, had the girls checked out, and headed to work. The headache got worse and worse and, having had my own little wimpy versions of migraines before, I chalked the mounting nausea up to the intense pain in my noggin. And then, despite the chilliness of the office, I began to sweat. I felt dizzy, and couldn't focus on my work. I did, however, manage to focus a few moments to the CDC page on symptoms of the H1-N1 flu... It seemed possible, but not likely, so I just continued to believe it was the headache.
And then, after whining to my coworker that I felt like I was going to throw up...I did. R swears that I threw up while we had the house in OKC, but I honestly don't remember throwing up since I lived in Lawrence--that would be something like 8 years ago. I just don't throw up. So when I actually did, I did three things. 1) Felt immensely better, tho not...good, 2) Immediately went home, and 3) started considering the fact that it very well could have been my stinky salmon doing these horrible things to me.
When I got home I rolled around in agony for a few more hours, throwing up twice more in the process. To those of you who manage to experience this bodily function with relative regularity, I apologise. The mere thought of it is often enough to elicit sympathy hurls, I know. But it's just such an oddity for me, and I find it fascinating. It really felt like my body wanted to turn itself inside out. It was completely awful and, thankfully, it was completely over by about 3 or 4pm. I still had a ridiculous headache, but I was no longer beading with sweat, feeling hot and then freezing, threatening to topple over anytime I stood up, or going cross-eyed trying to read my book, my mail, or my computer screen.
I left work around 10am, so missed a good portion of the day. I went in an hour early and stayed about 1.30 late on Friday, both trying to catch up and get ahead for Monday. It's a shame that I missed so many hours this week, because I'd found out on Monday last that I'm getting a raise! A whole $1.00/hour! I'm totally not being facaetious with that comment either. A dollar raise is huge in any situation, but particularly now with the economy being the way it is, and with our little company plugging away tenuously at best... So I was very excited and proud of myself on that note, but missing most of the day Thursday will probably just put me back where I have been! Oh well, there is always next pay period. :)
I could go on, and relate the Saga of the New Telly...but it's late, and 6am no longer guarantees temperatures below 80`.
I would like to send a thank you to Shanny for her naming suggestions. While I literally lol'd when I read them, I will respectfully decline them. Especially Jedadiah. Mostly becuase I'm pretty sure my eeePC is a girl. It's very ambiguous at this point, and could honestly go either way. But Jedadiah is a strapping young lad who works on a farm with his Pa and studies scripture fervently. Not that there is *anything* wrong with such a life. I just think that we're looking for something a little..different. Perhaps I could call it Eric. If ever an inanimate object summoned demons, it was assuredly a computer.
See, I should have just told the telly story. Much safer. :)
Such as...not fixing the salmon as soon as I should have.
I bought salmon at the grocery last Sunday, much like I often do. I generally cook it the same night or the next. Very occasionally I'll cook it two days later. This week, I waited until Wednesday, because for some odd reason both Monday and Tuesday found us with other dinner plans. I should have ignored the nagging voice in my head saying "Don't waste it; it'll be fine!". I should *not* have ignored the extraordinarily fishy smell when I unwrapped my dinner-to-be. And I really should have just reached for a Lean Cuisine dinner as the salmon steamed and went through a particularly nasty phase of stink. But it *looked* fine. It *tasted* fine...
(R, the luckiest man alive, was feeling a bit low that night and slept right through dinner, and escaped my cruel fate...)
Thursday morning I had a 7am appointment for a boob-squishin. I woke up at about 5:30am with a massive, MASSIVE headache, but chalked it up to not getting enough sleep. Made it into my appointment, had the girls checked out, and headed to work. The headache got worse and worse and, having had my own little wimpy versions of migraines before, I chalked the mounting nausea up to the intense pain in my noggin. And then, despite the chilliness of the office, I began to sweat. I felt dizzy, and couldn't focus on my work. I did, however, manage to focus a few moments to the CDC page on symptoms of the H1-N1 flu... It seemed possible, but not likely, so I just continued to believe it was the headache.
And then, after whining to my coworker that I felt like I was going to throw up...I did. R swears that I threw up while we had the house in OKC, but I honestly don't remember throwing up since I lived in Lawrence--that would be something like 8 years ago. I just don't throw up. So when I actually did, I did three things. 1) Felt immensely better, tho not...good, 2) Immediately went home, and 3) started considering the fact that it very well could have been my stinky salmon doing these horrible things to me.
When I got home I rolled around in agony for a few more hours, throwing up twice more in the process. To those of you who manage to experience this bodily function with relative regularity, I apologise. The mere thought of it is often enough to elicit sympathy hurls, I know. But it's just such an oddity for me, and I find it fascinating. It really felt like my body wanted to turn itself inside out. It was completely awful and, thankfully, it was completely over by about 3 or 4pm. I still had a ridiculous headache, but I was no longer beading with sweat, feeling hot and then freezing, threatening to topple over anytime I stood up, or going cross-eyed trying to read my book, my mail, or my computer screen.
I left work around 10am, so missed a good portion of the day. I went in an hour early and stayed about 1.30 late on Friday, both trying to catch up and get ahead for Monday. It's a shame that I missed so many hours this week, because I'd found out on Monday last that I'm getting a raise! A whole $1.00/hour! I'm totally not being facaetious with that comment either. A dollar raise is huge in any situation, but particularly now with the economy being the way it is, and with our little company plugging away tenuously at best... So I was very excited and proud of myself on that note, but missing most of the day Thursday will probably just put me back where I have been! Oh well, there is always next pay period. :)
I could go on, and relate the Saga of the New Telly...but it's late, and 6am no longer guarantees temperatures below 80`.
I would like to send a thank you to Shanny for her naming suggestions. While I literally lol'd when I read them, I will respectfully decline them. Especially Jedadiah. Mostly becuase I'm pretty sure my eeePC is a girl. It's very ambiguous at this point, and could honestly go either way. But Jedadiah is a strapping young lad who works on a farm with his Pa and studies scripture fervently. Not that there is *anything* wrong with such a life. I just think that we're looking for something a little..different. Perhaps I could call it Eric. If ever an inanimate object summoned demons, it was assuredly a computer.
See, I should have just told the telly story. Much safer. :)
Monday, May 04, 2009
Happy Birthday to my Mom!
Today was my mom's birthday. I won't say her age, because that is only up to her to divulge, but I will say that she's every bit as lovely as she's ever been.
She's very silly, very creative, wildly thoughtful, and has never met a stranger. She can talk to anyone, about anything, anywhere. It used to kind of embarrass me when I was a kid (sorry mom!), but now I realise what a gift it is--and how rare it is for people to express such a talent, even if they have it. On a related note, she makes friends so easily, a talent of which I'm very envious--but also that I'm thankful she has. She has moved around with my dad and I so many times--and now she's out in the boonies of Missouri, far away from family and old friends. But since moving there, she's made a whole new batch of amazing friends. They have parties for each other and have their own little adventures; she has a better social life than I do at this point, honestly! It's always fun to hear what she's been up to, whether it be a garage sale excursion, or a neighbourhood fish fry.
She's creative and talented--a fiendish knitter and a connoisseur of all things crafty. She has made me beautiful afghans, gorgeous little hand towels, fun funky boho-bags, and she once fashioned the most amazing angel out of embroidery floss, lace, and beads (it currently serves as our Christmas Tree-Topper). She loves learning new things, and like me, always has some sort of project going.
She's also a great cook and, for better or for worse, I have inherited her willingness to improvise and/or "make do" with the ingredients at hand. This doesn't always turn out as well for me as it does for her, but it does make for some interesting kitchen adventures (I think R might have another name for the results of *my* concoctions!).
I could go on. And on... and on...but it's already past my bedtime. Suffice it to say that my mom ROCKS! Happy Birthday Mom. I LOVE YOU!! <3!!1one!11!1!!1!!!
She's very silly, very creative, wildly thoughtful, and has never met a stranger. She can talk to anyone, about anything, anywhere. It used to kind of embarrass me when I was a kid (sorry mom!), but now I realise what a gift it is--and how rare it is for people to express such a talent, even if they have it. On a related note, she makes friends so easily, a talent of which I'm very envious--but also that I'm thankful she has. She has moved around with my dad and I so many times--and now she's out in the boonies of Missouri, far away from family and old friends. But since moving there, she's made a whole new batch of amazing friends. They have parties for each other and have their own little adventures; she has a better social life than I do at this point, honestly! It's always fun to hear what she's been up to, whether it be a garage sale excursion, or a neighbourhood fish fry.
She's creative and talented--a fiendish knitter and a connoisseur of all things crafty. She has made me beautiful afghans, gorgeous little hand towels, fun funky boho-bags, and she once fashioned the most amazing angel out of embroidery floss, lace, and beads (it currently serves as our Christmas Tree-Topper). She loves learning new things, and like me, always has some sort of project going.
She's also a great cook and, for better or for worse, I have inherited her willingness to improvise and/or "make do" with the ingredients at hand. This doesn't always turn out as well for me as it does for her, but it does make for some interesting kitchen adventures (I think R might have another name for the results of *my* concoctions!).
I could go on. And on... and on...but it's already past my bedtime. Suffice it to say that my mom ROCKS! Happy Birthday Mom. I LOVE YOU!! <3!!1one!11!1!!1!!!
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Accessories and Accoutrements!
I went to REI today, because I had a 20% coupon burning a hole in my hot little hand. I've been needing both new running shoes (I use the term lightly, because what I generally do amounts to little more than speed walking with the dogs--with the occasional 1/2 block jog thrown in for good measure), and wanted to check into some new bike shorts. The place was packed to the gills--apparently outdoorsy folk are *not* feeling the pinch these days--and I quickly gave up on any real attempts at trying on clothing.
But I looked around a LOT and found some amazingly adorable small purses/mini messenger bags that I think might look *fantastic* wrapped around my little eeePC (which, incidentally, I've decided needs a name. Taking all suggestions, but reserve the right to poo poo any and all comers). I was going to post links, but once I got to looking on their site, I got far too distracted and just blew another 30 minutes poking around and window shopping. Suffice it to say: I now have an added reason to head back to REI soon (as if I ever really needed one), since I will have to take my 'puter with me to try on some bags.
And there is a tent I'm eyeing, and while I'm at it, I could use a new sleeping bag. Because, you know, I go camping *so* frequently... The fubar'd logic here is that I'll be more apt to go if I actually have the gear. I'd be better suited, I think, to invest in some friends who would drag me out of the house from time to time to go on such adventures.
But I digress. Toys for my toy. I still intend to post some of my favourite skin options for your review, but I always manage to be too tired to mess with it by the time I get here. And all my bookmarks are waaaaaaay over there on that computer. So I'd have to spend even more time looking them up again. But I need to dress this baby up. Black is always in, but basic black 'puter is basic. We need some pizazz! Skinz and Bags, Skinz and Bags. And then when she's all dressed up, I'll take her photo for your viewing pleasure. Because doesn't everyone just *long* to see a pimped out netbook? Geeks like me say "Yes!" <3
But I looked around a LOT and found some amazingly adorable small purses/mini messenger bags that I think might look *fantastic* wrapped around my little eeePC (which, incidentally, I've decided needs a name. Taking all suggestions, but reserve the right to poo poo any and all comers). I was going to post links, but once I got to looking on their site, I got far too distracted and just blew another 30 minutes poking around and window shopping. Suffice it to say: I now have an added reason to head back to REI soon (as if I ever really needed one), since I will have to take my 'puter with me to try on some bags.
And there is a tent I'm eyeing, and while I'm at it, I could use a new sleeping bag. Because, you know, I go camping *so* frequently... The fubar'd logic here is that I'll be more apt to go if I actually have the gear. I'd be better suited, I think, to invest in some friends who would drag me out of the house from time to time to go on such adventures.
But I digress. Toys for my toy. I still intend to post some of my favourite skin options for your review, but I always manage to be too tired to mess with it by the time I get here. And all my bookmarks are waaaaaaay over there on that computer. So I'd have to spend even more time looking them up again. But I need to dress this baby up. Black is always in, but basic black 'puter is basic. We need some pizazz! Skinz and Bags, Skinz and Bags. And then when she's all dressed up, I'll take her photo for your viewing pleasure. Because doesn't everyone just *long* to see a pimped out netbook? Geeks like me say "Yes!" <3
Friday, May 01, 2009
A Sure Sign
Movies will rot your brain!
Every time I hear another report about the Swine Flu (Pending) Pandemic, I fully expect to hear a tinge of panic in the announcer's voice as she explains that there have been significant mutations in the virus which are causing horrific reactions in the afflicted parties. The main reaction, of course, being Zombieism.
Then again, having watched those movies, I am now well versed in Zombie Avoidance and Methods of Zombie Annihilation. So....yeah.
Every time I hear another report about the Swine Flu (Pending) Pandemic, I fully expect to hear a tinge of panic in the announcer's voice as she explains that there have been significant mutations in the virus which are causing horrific reactions in the afflicted parties. The main reaction, of course, being Zombieism.
Then again, having watched those movies, I am now well versed in Zombie Avoidance and Methods of Zombie Annihilation. So....yeah.
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