So it's 2am and I'm getting into bed after having finished our Christmas newsletter. I start fiddling with the alarm and suddenly I can't for the life of me remember if the dot on the side means PM or "alarm activated". So I ask Kristen, who is starting to stir in the bed.
Daniel: "What does this dot mean?"
Kristen (without skipping a beat): "It means that if you want to get it at Amazon.com, you can get it there."
Whenever this happens, I try as hard as I can to keep the conversation going, hoping that more nonsense will follow. But this time she just flopped over and was back to sleep in a second.
Later that night, I woke up and told Kristen that I was going to start writing children's books. I must have been dreaming about Amazon.com.
I have acquired the remaining photos from my distorted photo shoot, and I'll be posting them soon. I think this next batch is even better than the first.
21 December 2007
12 December 2007
The many faces of me
My sister-in-law, Lindsay, recently got a MacBook. Now I need one, of course. Mainly because of one particular program that allows you to take distorted pictures of yourself. I could entertain myself for hours upon hours. This is, in fact, what I did when Lindsay first showed me the program. I now share with you the results of my little photo shoot.
Here I am as a mischevious martian leprechaun. You'll never get me lucky charms, earthling!
I just imagine a shrill, deafening screech of anguish when I look at this one. Kristen is in the background, transitioning from amusement to a hesitant disgust.
I like to call this one "Young Mr. Jobbles". Actually, I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I just made that up. At the least, you can admire the hourglass figure . . . of my skull.
Whoa! I apologize for any nightmares that involve the disturbing image that follows. Has anyone reading this seen the movie Predator? If you remember the part when the predator takes off his mask, you'll probably agree that I look like predator's baby here.
And here's my favorite of the bunch. It's just perfect in every way. And Kristen's back to being amused.
Here I am as a mischevious martian leprechaun. You'll never get me lucky charms, earthling!
I just imagine a shrill, deafening screech of anguish when I look at this one. Kristen is in the background, transitioning from amusement to a hesitant disgust.
I like to call this one "Young Mr. Jobbles". Actually, I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I just made that up. At the least, you can admire the hourglass figure . . . of my skull.
Whoa! I apologize for any nightmares that involve the disturbing image that follows. Has anyone reading this seen the movie Predator? If you remember the part when the predator takes off his mask, you'll probably agree that I look like predator's baby here.
And here's my favorite of the bunch. It's just perfect in every way. And Kristen's back to being amused.
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