My Photographic Secret

I like to take pictures of flowers.

There. I've said it. I know it's weird, but I like taking pictures, especially of plants. Flowers are my favorites. I have a ton of photos like these. I have no idea why. I just like them.

I'm not sure what type of flower this is, but I think it's a dahlia. Maybe one of you botanical types could identify it for sure. I saw it near Cannery Row in Monterey and just had to get a few shots of it.

Angry Day

I'm just pissed off today for no real reason. I could easily, if asked, go into great detail of all the things I really hate and would like to see eliminated, crushed, burned, or covered with elephant excrement. There are even a few things that I hate so much I could only deal with my anger by building a time machine, going back in time and prevent those things from ever existing. Grrrr.

Blog World Expo

I just finalized all of my travel arrangements for the Blog World Expo in Vegas on November 8th and 9th. I'm pretty dang excited about getting out of town for a bit and learning more about this whole blogging insanity I've recently gotten myself wrapped up in. There's something about Vegas that is so nostalgic for me. My parents used to drag me and my brother there at least once or twice a year. We would end up stuck in the motel room watching television if there was anything on, or tossing cards into the motel trash can if there wasn't. How lame is that? The only time I remember it being sort of fun, was when we went to Circus Circus. I think it had just opened and we didn't stay at the actual hotel, but we were pretty close at some Travelodge. Circus Circus was fun. My parents would just abandon us on the arcade level and then we would make it back to the room somehow. This is also lame, but it was better than being stuck in a room.
As ironic as it may be, I have booked a room at the Circus Circus, which is fairly close to the convention center. I'm not sure why I did it, but there is some sense of satisfaction in being able to do things my parents never could. I feel a similar sense of satisfaction when I know I am being the parent my folks never were.

My Grey Soul

I took a quiz and apparently my soul is grey, which is somehow fitting considering I don't think it exists.

What color is your soul painted? Grey Your soul is painted the color grey, which embodies the characteristics of elegance, humility, respect, reverence, stability, subtlety, wisdom, strong emotions, balance, and cancellation. Grey falls under the element of Water, and symbolizes the moon, tide, ebb and flow. Click Here to Take This Quiz

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Fashion Magazines are Evil

Check out what Redbook magazine did to Faith Hill on Jezebel's Photoshop of Horrors. It's so sad how obsessed we are with a particular image.

Gong Yi Tanpai!

I'm suddenly concerned about young Xiaolin monk Omi being led down the path of evil by super ninja bad guy Chase Young. Xiaolin Showdown is this bizarre and extremely entertaining cartoon on Kids' WB network. There is also the fantastic Legion of Super-heroes cartoon. I'm not sure who enjoys the cartoon more, Ben or myself. They are so different that the cartoons I grew up watching. I don't recall Looney Tunes having these multi-episode story arcs...

I have to wonder if these cartoon will have an impact on my children as they grow up. I know that 99.99% of what I watched as a child made no difference to me whatsoever as an adolescent and as an adult; however, there was that old Warner Bros. cartoon "Pigs is pigs" that really stuck in my head, where it remains to this day, messing with me.

Nasolacrimal Duct Obstruction

That's much more interesting than "Hello World!"

I've recently discovered that the reason my left eye has watered for two years is because my tearduct is blocked. I'm actually going to have to have surgery to fix this stupid thing. I'm feeling a little apprehensive because, hey, it's MY EYE!!! The last surgery I had was a vasectomy and that didn't bother me at all, but you start messing with my eyes and I get all funky town.

I am so weird.