Fast and Beautiful
My inner 15 year old boy…
…spotted this:

Pump not included
Could the photographer have chosen a worse angle?
The Publishing Story
Originally spotted on Irene Gallo’s blog
I now like Brittany Spears
Just a test post
X called Y an
“equally opportunity whore”
But I don’t think she meant it like that…
A New Year…
Carmen graced us with her presence as we rang in the new year. Pasta á la France, French wine, lots of conversation and Season Two of the Muppets were the highlights of the evening.

Leslie points out that she has more books than anyone else in the room.

After a few drinks Carmen started to get a bit fuzzy.

We ended the eating portion of the evening with a cake that someone apparently made with no flour. Hmmmm, I guess she was too cheap to buy flour?

Pedro, who by all accounts used to be a sweet and loving kitten, takes out her rage on innocent bystanders, tearing through their clothing to draw blood and feed her voracious appetite for mayhem because that is the only world she was ever exposed to.
The holidays consisted of family feuds, a new 37″ Sharp Aquos, A repaired dishwasher, a broken (then replaced) garage door opener, some great company, a new lamp, being spoiled by family and friends, relaxing, just enough wine, and a fairly clean house. To quote someone often wiser than I: “It was gooood!”
Here’s wishing all a great year and hopefully plenty of love, life and laughter.
P.S. Carmen and Leslie want me to journal the Summer of 08 so that will have to be on my agenda for soon.
Quick Update
I think I will change the Twitter setting to weekly. Its still too much noise::content ratio. Xmas has come and gone and no new toys for the computer…yet. Zak made yakatori and chocolate paté with raspberry coulis:

I scammed a bunch of new goblets (designed for cabernet and/or merlot) and an awesome thing called a vinturi to aerate my wine without having to let it stand. That and some few bottles of vino and I am set.
One of the bottles was actually a tetra pack called French Rabbit

Only time will tell…
Random Photo of the Day
Fading
Fading
Time fades
Memory fades
Thoughts fade
Clarity fades
Vision fades
Certainties fade
Your mind fades
Your view loses focus
Your connections unravel
Sometimes you wonder,
why
on occasion of realizing my brain is screwed and I can no longer type or write coherently
— Post From My iPod


