Leaning tower of half-n-half

Sort of a favorite of mine, for whatever strange reason.

Back and center

Underside

I use my Chinese star to pick the lock and steal your car!

Not only am I one wicked amateur photographer, but a killer part-time ninja.

Pay no attention to Wimp Lo, we purposely trained him wrong... as a joke.

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Note: All witty comments plus subject title (all of which were italicized) were ruthlessly stolen from Steve Oedekerk (Kung Pow! Enter the Fist) and from Sifl & Olly. Respectively. Biznatch.

Snowtubes!

We went snowtubing last month. December 11, '05.

Mr. Flyte's iPod...

Emergency Exit

My old bus driver always used the overhead Emergency Exit to air out the bus. Which I was grateful for.

Addressed to

From November 10, 2005. These are the mailboxes at the front of my development. We don't get the luxury of walking out on Sunday mornings with coffee and just grabbing the mail from the mailbox on the porch. Oh well. I still like this picture.

Behind those window doors

We stand still for more

Taken on December 31, 2005. We had just seen the ground of our backyard when it started to snow again.

Allison

Doll in the living room.

Ferris

Snow with Dusk and Feet

Yes for snow. Around 4pm.

Grapes and Comb

I'm honestly not sure what compelled me to take these.

Meet Roland, the peace penguin

You'll learn that I love to take pictures that probably no one cares to see. Unless you have a pathetic sense of humor, like myself, and appreciate my attempts to make eyebrows raise and smiles crack.

But hey. At least that would make you cool.

Right. So I ended up going on a family outing and being stranded in Linens n' Things for an hour or two. Halfway during that adventure, I came across a bin of really brightly colored fish and eel Moshi pillows. After some digging, I found a wonderfully neutral-colored penguin with red earmuffs and a bowtie. It was like love at first sight.

Or maybe not that intense. But it was exciting to buy myself a stuffed animal (granted, it's stuffed with thousands of little poisonous beads that can potentially kill me if I claw at it in my sleep) for the first time is years.

His name is Roland, after the Interpol song I'm beginning to listen to more frequently.

So yeah, the other day I thought it would be neat to shove him into the hood of my jacket and take pictures of myself in such fashion. Of the tens and tens I took (while blinded by thick black cotton), the above picture is the only decent one I got. Edited the bathroom background out in Photoshop.

I've gotten what I'd like to call positive feedback on Myspace. Hah.

First snow day, way back when

I guess I was a bad kid and forgot this was here. I get neglectful after whipping up a mean layout after countless hours of sweat and blood. Minus the sweat and blood.

Picture time.







Green eyes: Tigger, male. Black fur: Sayde, female. Sorry, I'm no good with nomenclature.

I can't say I remember the settings on my camera when I took these, just that they were taken on December 9, 2005. Oh. And they were in my house.

At least the amateur's got a sense of location.