Moving
For those of you looking for me this morning to continue the 30 Days of Photograph II meme or otherwise, I can be found now at my new blog, Still Unfinished.
Please visit me there where I’ll be at least for the next year since I purchased 12 months of hosting for the site and a new (but to some of you, familiar) theme.
Forty-two: Day 14 of 30 Days of Photograph II, with Ziva, Mike WJ, Nicky and Mike, Mo, Meleah, John, a.k.a. nonamedufus,
Mariann, Malisa, Nora, LaughingMom, Tanya, Elizabeth A., 00dozo, Cheryl, Kristen, and Katherine.
Yes, my first cheating photo for this 30 Days of Photograph II thingamajob because it’s not a photo that I took unless you count pushing the “PrntScr” button on the keyboard, which I do. So it’s not really cheating, it’s artistic. :P
Honestly, I tried to take a photo of the screen, but my cell phone camera sucks at taking pictures of a computer screen…and many other things too as you’ve seen already.
“42 is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Only on chat.” So I guess everywhere else, the answer is π?
Pleasure: Day 13 of 30 Days of Photograph II, with Ziva, Mike WJ, Nicky and Mike, Mo, Meleah, John, a.k.a. nonamedufus,
Mariann, Malisa, Nora, LaughingMom, Tanya, Elizabeth A., 00dozo, Cheryl, Kristen, and Katherine.
It’s called a Blue Orchid.
2 oz. Hpnotiq
1 oz. Vanilla Vodka
Splash of Orange Juice
With one Long Island Iced Tea and a Captain and Coke chasing it, it was very pleasurable last night.
“I was trying to make up my mind whether to try handling Lavery with a feather or go on using the back of my hand and edge of my tongue. I decided I could lose nothing by the soft approach. If that didn’t produce for me— and I didn’t think it would— nature could take its course and we could bust up the furniture.”
— Philip Marlowe in The Lady in the Lake by Raymond Chandler
Fear: Day 12 of 30 Days of Photograph II, with Ziva, Mike WJ, Nicky and Mike, Mo, Meleah, John, a.k.a. nonamedufus,
Mariann, Malisa, Nora, LaughingMom, Tanya, Elizabeth A., 00dozo, Cheryl, Kristen, and Katherine.
This is what we call “the scary side of the basement” in the library where I work. Every time I open the door to it, I shudder.