snow and candid iphone shots…

cold dogs winter snow

if you’re wondering if I’m still in the snow, I’m not.  I’m currently hiding behind that blue shovel located in the upper right hand corner of this picture.  The dogs are appeasing Frank with this picture so they can get back in the house.  I just didn’t feel particularly photogenic today so behind the shovel I stand.

theme music and potential…

potential theme music

Theme music could totally amp me up to hit that potential potential.  I mean, nowadays, it is possible to carry an entire band in your pocket.  It would work out great for me if I had pockets.  Walk into a room, whip out that iPod with Bose speakers and BOOM… instant theme music.  Whoever was in there would know I had arrived and meant business.  Now, if I did that and the room was empty, I’d still feel pretty darn cool.

Then the question becomes, what kind of theme music do I need.  I suppose it would depend on how much potential I wanted to live up to.  Jaws had great theme music.  You knew something was gonna get bit when you heard those first two bass notes.  Charlie Brown has great theme music…even though the song doesn’t even have his name in it.  Do I need something with nuts in it?  Or violins?

Maybe I could get Hootie and the Blowfish to knock something out for me?

going viral… old school

going viral old school

I suppose if I were ever to go viral this would be the way to go.  The sad thing about this kind of viral is that no one wants to share… in fact, if they were any kind of decent person they would go out of their way not to share.

The last time I was sick, I was really sick.  I think I got it from Frank… I had to of… it’s not like I travel the world seeing and experiencing exotic things.  I was so sick that the days seemed like weeks and I coughed up stuff that was every color of the rainbow along with a few colors that haven’t even been invented.  But, I got through it.  Also got through a lot of tissues.  When those ran out, I started using Frank’s socks.  I forgot which ones I used so I never told him I used any of them.  I was hoping that the squirrel snot would dry out enough so that he wouldn’t notice.  I haven’t heard him say anything, but really, how many people would think there’d be squirrel snot in and on their wool socks?

Or their white socks?

Or their black socks?

Did I happen to mention that I was extremely sick?  That flu knocked me right on my tail.  I feel bad for snotting all over his socks, but what was I going to do?  I couldn’t wipe my nose on the carpet.  He’s lucky I couldn’t find any of his shirts.  Can you imagine all that inner snotty goodness on a freshly pressed shirt?  I might have cut myself on the creases!

I know this might be a tad more graphic than you anticipated, but I want to be sure you realize that I’m more than willing to share everything… viral or otherwise.

the universe, time and nuts…

astronaut time universe

The universe is big.  Apparently.  So big that to wrap one’s head around it would take a lot of heads… and still there would be parts uncovered.

My universe is relatively small.  I like to keep it that way so my perspective remains somewhat within my… perspective.   Spending my time thinking that there’s something so big out there really does me no good here.  Sure, I begin to understand my miniscule place in this place and maybe a bit of humility… but in the end I still need to get my nuts in before winter.  If I don’t do that, is the universe gonna help a squirrel out?

Lately Frank has been drawing us in these astronaut helmets.  He’s been doing it A LOT.  You haven’t seen anything yet.  It makes me wonder… would wearing a helmet around all day really be such a bad thing?  In a way we all do this anyway… we let the things we want to see and here in and the things that don’t just bounce off the helmet to hit someone or something else.  A helmet is a protector, a filter.  By Frank drawing them as he has, he’s saying that society is consciously shutting itself out.  If we don’t take our helmets off and explore who we are, and  who others are, the problems that we have will only grow.  Maybe even as big as the universe itself.  The helmet protects his world.  He’s safe with that helmet on.  When someone sees that helmet they can tell right away that he’s not to be bothered… or he can’t be bothered.  It’s actually pretty cool— in a simple sort of way.  I guess it’d have to be if I got it.

Or, maybe he just likes drawing us in astronaut helmets… and it’s just a phase.  Who knows?  I’ll ask him when his helmet is off.

Dear Winter…

winter

Ah Winter… I’ve only known you for a few days and already I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really hate you.

standing up to lactose intolerance…

lactose intolerant

Lactose intolerance befuddles me.   It has to be a real pain when there are dairy products right in your name.  I know you can take the lactose out and/or substitute a substitute for the thing that makes you all… you know… but still.  Food allergies and certain conditions are serious problems that can really take the helium out of the balloon.  I am very fortunate my allergies consist solely of overwork and stupidity.

Would lactose intolerant caterpillars turn into something like a soy fly?  Is that even a thing?