All Links All The Time

So I heard this story with Martha Stewart earlier in the week on NPR.  


All you need is this line from the interview 

"...up in Maine at my summer house...built by Edsel Ford, by the way..."


to know that the woman remains completely insufferable.  


I found Tumblr. Because seriously, I need another digital time killer. Where has it been all my life? I cannot believe the gems lurking around on that site.  


To wit:


Mind-blowing things students write and have the nerve to turn in to their professors. And by "mind-blowing" I mean "unbelievably inane." 


Animals Talking in All Caps. Hilarious.  


And then there are the hungover owls. Priceless.  


Art 


All Hipstamatic cats all the time. (One of mine made it over there. Go to December 8th and look for the super-close up, as I can't get it in a separate window. You can also see her on Flickr.) 


I could go on, but you get the idea. 


Naturally I started one of my own, because I don't want to be left out. It's only pictures, and nothing I post here. I'm trying to get more proficient with my DSLR and my best attempts I'm hanging over there (along with Flickr, of course.) It's a wee bit light right now, but I'm trying to post an average of one a day. 


Speaking of pictures, The Geek informed me of this wicked camera app called Paper Camera. It takes pictures only in weird modes, giving your results an arty, surreal quality.

Still Life

How cool is that? 


Oh, one other cool blog, but this one is on Blogger. Men who go to strip clubs baring their souls. You can't stop reading, I'm warning you. 


Song of the week:  

The Best of the Worst

Let me just preface this by saying I hated all these pictures.  The lines were soft in every one of them, and the weird colors Hipstamatic offers while in some cases looks good, in this case washed out the the original colors thereby diluting the point of my recording them. I eventually gave up and went with what I had, which I realized wasn't much at all upon shuffling through them at home (Thus adding fuel to the Geek's fire mantra of "You need a REAL camera") Those are actually acrylic finger nails, if you can't tell. 

So: Nail "art".  I'm sure you've seen it: the lovely French manicure with the Frankenstein twist that's been all the rage the past few years.  And people take it further, much further than just the tips, unfortunately. Honest to God, I've saw a woman once who had a rhinestone embedded in her thumbnails.  No.  I'm not kidding. 

Some women call this look "fun".  I call it "Tacky" (yes, that capital "T" was intentional) and am of the firm opinion that one should be sporting such fingernails in only certain, (read: quite limited) situations. Said situations being if you're 1) a drag queen , 2) channeling Dolly Parton on Halloween or 3) under the age of 12.  There's no excuse for such display any other time. Ever.  ->

On Sale for $39.99

I didn't buy them. ->  

Do Over

This was questionably overfull when I took the shot. ->

14

So when I was at the store today, I detoured down The Evil Carb Aisle in search of one of my favorite crunchies: Cheez-Its.  I sorta Lllluurrrvvv them, but I only get one kind: the reduced fat ones.  Not for any kind of worries about my waisteline, mind.  If that were the case, I certainly wouldn't be buying Cheez-Its, right?  No, I buy the reduced fat ones because I genuinely like them.  Especially dipped in natural peanut butter.  Which certainly keeps them reduced in fat.   

When I got to the Cheez-It section, I was momentarily taken aback because I couldn't find them. Then I realized the sheer volume of Cheez-Its I with which I was confronted: literally fourteen varieties. I'm not going to even attempt to name them all.  At first I thought they had all those varieties and not the one I wanted absolutely needed.  Karma was smiling on me, though, because there was one.  On the bottom shelf.  WAY in the back.  I had to get on my hands and knees to retrieve them, which is a metaphor, not to mention visual, I refuse to explore any further.  -> 

Monday is Junk Mail Day

Is there no way to rotate these pictures?  Seriously? What the hell?  Why can't Blogger be more like Flickr?  You can certainly rotate your pictures on THAT site.  Clearly it's superior.  

The more I look at this, the more I pretty much hate it.  I was trying to capture the essence of consumerism and personal psychology via snail mail. 

Say you: Say what?  

Say me:  Oh come on!  You know how it is: getting the mail every day is a little treat.  It's like a pull at the slot machine of life.  Most of the time it's worthless: bills and junk. But every so often....a check! A postcard! A wedding invitation!  I win!  

Today?  I lost all my emotional quarters.  I had 10 separate pieces of mail.  One bill, one checking account statement and the rest was junk.  

And it wasn't even photogenic.  -> 

2/$3

Do you remember when you could buy a candy bar for a quarter?  Do you remember when candy bars were normal in size.  As opposed to being manufactured and packaged as if all of us were the size of Shaquille O'Neal (no.  I couldn't spell that without Google.  I'm doing good to throw a sports figure out there, anyway.  And I only know about him because of those commercials he did.)


What's your favorite candy bar?  I happen to be fond of Milky Way Dark and Valomilks. Let's be clear here: said candy bars must have been in the fridge for at least 6 hours before consumption. Because only heathens eat their chocolate at room temperature.  ->