Supm fer you to check out

I just wants to take a minute to spread the word about my daughter's website for an important cause she is currently advocating.

Go look: http://savethehoneybees.synthasite.com/index.php

Listening to: Bay News 9

John

Sitting amidst the morning peacefulness

Obviously I still haven't figgered out why the hell my pictures are turning out so small. Being stubborn, though, I will still use them. This, for clarification, which would be required even if it was normal-size, is the remaining half of my breakfast, a toasted pbj and a cup of tea. The picture killed my desire to write yesterday, but today my lack of desire has nothing to do with my inadequate size. I am just feeling sleepy.

Listening to: That stoopid arse movie, Labeerinf that Emily is watching.

oh, dynamic life

Ok, so f*** it. I sat down at my happy spot on the back porch to eat my four pieces of peanut butter toast and drink my tea, which I 'tried' to take a picture of. I have been playing with my camera phone settings lately and it appears that I dun supm to make it occasionally say 'capture error'. It did this and I didn't re-take the picture of my peaceful, happy brekfiss. I did, however, having to re-take it again, got a picture of Rhianna who joined me with her peaceful, happy brekfiss. It turned out micro when I put it on here, though. WTFO?! So, I will use it anyway. Why? Because I can.

I would write more, but this picture thing just kinda crapped on my creative urges this morning. Anyway, Merlin is feeling rambunctious this morning, so I think I might be able to capture some more proof of his meanness.

Listening to: Remedy, by Seether.

Another quiet morning alone

The lazy arses are still sleeping as usual, so after starting the dishwasher, I made a spoh-u-tea and some peenee buhr toast. I retired to the table on the back porch. I was enjoying the peace and queit and awesome scenery of our backyard when I spotted a little lizard chillin on the screen. We conversed a bit until I started playing with my camera phone.
This screened canopy thing has really made our backyard a 'living space'. It's so nice to sit out here without the sun frying your brain. It's also nice to come out here in the evening without the frickin skeeters suckin you dry. The screen/canopy doesn't obscure the view either, if anything, it frames it.
Different camera settings, this is negative I'm guessing. I played with the timer, too, so my pictures didn't hafta be the MyS view. Well, they still are, I guess, with the exception of the outstretched arm adjacent to the picture.
Black and white, so thoughtful looking, huh? Ok, maybe not, I thought I could pull it off.

Listening to: I've Seen All Good People, by Yes.

The first day of Emily's vacation week at the hospital

On the way downtown this morning, I managed to take this on the highway without wrecking, I just hadta.

Emily got a cool room overlooking the bay. There happened to be a rainbow when we got here, a full one at that. I've never seen the end of a rainbow, so, I hadsta take a picture of both halves of it.



I took this one yesterday. I'm just sticking it on here 'cause I don't feel like making anudder entry. This is Timbalero, he's the coolest. He's about 2 and a half, if I remember right. Pepe said when he's around four he's gonna sell him and retire. I think he said supm around 250,000, wow. He is the nicest, friendliest stallion I've met.

Listening to: The air from some thing the nurse is using to dry/apply glue to Emily's head under the sensor thingys.

John

My trip to da grocery sto

Listening to: Kill All The White People, by Type O Negative.

Ok, supm I did made these mushroom pictures stick together. whu-evah. Anyway, I had to make an emergency trip to Sweetbay for some butter. On the way outta the 'hood, I saw these frickin huge mushrooms, so I hadta take a picture or two. The first one is a picture representing how they look like boobies from the top. The second is just a side view that looked cool.

So, as I was approaching the sto in the parking lot, I saw this awesome beast of an old 'vette.
A spectacle such as this is deserving of a few pictures.The fat meats on the back and the skinny ones on the front tell me this thing is built to race.
As I passed through the outskirts of the produce section on my way in, I was overwhelmed by the smell of the peaches, mmm, they smelled good, gotta stay on track, butter.
Ok, I gotsda butter. Just before I got to the entrance to the 'hood on the way home, I remembered a flock of turkey vultures across the street and thought I just hadta f*** with 'em. My intention was to get a picture of them flying away en mass. When I got there, however, I was reminded of how nature has a plan set forth by God, which is usually quite different from our own. There was, cool enough, another flock across the street from the one I saw, prolly 50 birds, and turkey vultures, in case ya don't know, are a pretty big bird.

Anyway, so I have my camera at the ready as I drive toward these birdies, ready for them to fly away in a massive wave of wings. Nope. They, just kinda jumped and moseyed out of the way, the way I might expect birds of their size to do, very confident. I was not sure how aggressive these things were when confronted by peoples, so I figured I guess I should find out in the best, most effective way. I got out to greet the birds, which means f*** with, of course. They increased their fleeing pace and flew in different directions, and mostly into the trees, so there were no good photo ops.
That flock was gone, so my only chance was to visit the flock on the other side of the street. I hobbled my cripple arse over there and got close enough to make them fly, and again they all went in different directions and mostly into the trees, so this was the only picture the slow, cripple could manage to capture. These guys perched in the cool trees, of whatever kind they were, with the spanish moss hanging down looked really cool. Unfortunately, my cell phone camera just couldn't wrap it's eyeball around such an image.

Listening to: It Could Be Sweet, by Portishead.

I found some old pictures

This and the next picture are from a within a few days of Annie pannie being born. I don't remember exactly. It makes me think of the genetic aspect of horses. They come out of mommy and are walking in a few minutes. This to me is a sign of an incredibly strong, capable animal. It is just another reason to make me boggle about what they have become. I would like to see wild horses. I don't know if there are any anymore. Now, it seems, they are spoiled, pampered, pets. This, I guess, in the big picture is a justifiable trade-off. They are kept, as pets, in stalls and small pastures and expected to perform for their owners whims.


Ok, on a lighter note, this is an old picture, again I don't remember, but Jordan was still a small(er) puppy. I could actually hold him like a sweet, little baby and yes, the sun is in my face, but that is no excuse for my ugly bastardness.

Just like humans, he was adorable as a sweet baby, before he growed up and became an annoying pain in the arse. It really is a case of being a victim of yer environment. If he were given any training and discipline (oorah!), he would now be an awesome dog. Instead he's a farm dog who runs loose and has no manners. He stays in the fence, when you open the gate, that's cool. However, that's about it. You can expect muddy paws on you if it just rained, or whatever you put on the ground will be kidnapped and chewed, or if you pet him you will get chewed.

Anyway, I guess I'm not feeling too positive this morning. I do miss putting on camis and quizzing the guy with the M-60 about how he loads it or what he would do if a certain scenario happened. Even more, I miss running. I loved it and hated it. It was perfect for a morning like this. I could run and hate it and it sucked, but it made me feel better, accomplished, strong, tired for a frickin reason fer a change.

Listening to: Time Bomb, by Godsmack.

A beautiful day worth picturizing

I noticed it on my phone when I took this picture that it looks all blue, not at all like the real-lifeness. I wanted to capture it because it was a stark contrast between the dark grey sky and the small clumps of meandering white clouds. It was really an awesome sight to see, especially considering the view 90 degrees either way.

Now, this one is a bit more accurate. The gray sky mass can be more easily seen devouring the bright blue sky with the fluffy white clouds.
180 degrees the other way, the gray mass is moving over the bright blue and white. Once again, another example of how a picture just cannot capture the awesome spectacle that is right out there if we're paying attention.
Again, this looks bluer than the dark gray it was. The contrast was frickin awesome. I also captured a small piece of lightning that preceded a nice, long one that stretched across the sky. This storm today was really amazing. It was the slowest moving I had ever seen. The combined time we spent at Pepe's and at Madelyn's next door was around an hour. The whole time, this storm was making noise and giving us quite the show, but still nothing more than a few drops.

Listening to: Bad Blood, by Ministry.

John