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09.29.09
Toy Trains
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I don't know how that's going to look. It's a picture I took on my ride earlier, with a tilt-shift filter applied over here.
UPDATE: man that is a horrible way to put a picture in a post. Just acknowledging that. Not fixing it, no time. Will hopefully figure things out here again sometime.
I don't know how that's going to look. It's a picture I took on my ride earlier, with a tilt-shift filter applied over here.
UPDATE: man that is a horrible way to put a picture in a post. Just acknowledging that. Not fixing it, no time. Will hopefully figure things out here again sometime.
10.19.07
What it Looks Like Up There
Posted by: isquub
You'll notice that there are images herein. This is part 1 (there will probably not be a part 2,) of The Official Tour of I's Abode. This tour encompasses pieces of the back yard, which is being really gorgeous right about now. When we saw the house for the first time, my wife and I both thought it'd look incredible in the fall. We were right. Pardon the image quality -- I'm still using the still image feature on my Canon Elura 100 camcorder, which works better than whatever crap-ass piece of toast I have that's actually supposed to be a digital camera. Still dreaming of getting a digital SLR. Click on the images or thumbnails to see 'em more biggerer.
08.17.07
I'm at Least Semi-Perpendicular to the Ground
Posted by: isquub
This is what happens. It's guaranteed to happen because history repeats itself.
I get myself into the blogging spirit again after some period of time away from it and I am excited to be reading everyones blog and I make some posts and that goes okay and I think, "fantastic, this rocks," and then I read through some of my archives after some form or other of making them available and I start thinking, "Man, I've written some stuff, haven't I? There are words there!"
But then I'm only ever half there. I've got my head buried in figuring out the mechanics, while at the same time trying to actually do my work job thing all day, while at the same time participating in the rest of life, and I can rarely escape that nagging feeling that it'd be irresponsible of me to actually spend the time writing posts that I really want to spend. I can't get into... anything... because it's never what I'm supposed to be doing.
Oh, but mister niggling voice in my ear, I so want to just focus, write some more thought-provoking, earth-shattering, mind-bending words about things that really matter. And it's not going to be long before they catch on to the fact that peppering italics throughout a post does not mind-bendingness make. Can't I please take some time to
NO. It takes too long. TOO LONG. Formulating, scrap-booking, rough-drafting, thinking, researching, writing, re-writing (not necessarily in any particular order) take too much time. Someone else said something, "Whenever I have any impulse to write, even the blathering nonsense that will almost certainly evolve after this sentence, I end up almost completely unable to do so until I work through whatever accumulated cruft is in my mind in order to uncover the interesting bits. The result is a drawn out post of blathering nonsense." I read that and I thought, "yes, that's it, exactly! Let's run with that!"
But where am I running? Why am I running? Primarily I want to post another post, blog another blog, so that the title of the last one stops being at the top of my page looking stupid. I'm not really that fucking awesome, and that post title is just taunting me.
I could post news, but what news? My Realtor called today to say that we still don't have the buyers' loan approval letter in hand, but that he's verbally being re-assured by all parties involved that we're closing Monday afternoon. Is this news? Surely there's something there to talk about. A comment in a 2Blowhards post recently talked about Countrywide Financial company and the problems they're having getting funding for their home loans. Just more signs of the pending hypocolypse, or maybe another indication that NO SHIT I picked the wrong time to sell and buy houses. The hold up with my Realtor getting the letter of approval from the lender is apparently emanating from the underwriter, which is sort of exactly the same kind of WHO AM I KIDDING I don't know. I just want to sell my house and stop working in a sweatshop.
Screw it. I'll just post some pictures of my daughter.
"History Repeats Itself."
- some person who knows his or her shit
I get myself into the blogging spirit again after some period of time away from it and I am excited to be reading everyones blog and I make some posts and that goes okay and I think, "fantastic, this rocks," and then I read through some of my archives after some form or other of making them available and I start thinking, "Man, I've written some stuff, haven't I? There are words there!"
But then I'm only ever half there. I've got my head buried in figuring out the mechanics, while at the same time trying to actually do my work job thing all day, while at the same time participating in the rest of life, and I can rarely escape that nagging feeling that it'd be irresponsible of me to actually spend the time writing posts that I really want to spend. I can't get into... anything... because it's never what I'm supposed to be doing.
"History sort of looks like Tom Hanks."
- some person who knows his or her shit's less smart older sibling
Oh, but mister niggling voice in my ear, I so want to just focus, write some more thought-provoking, earth-shattering, mind-bending words about things that really matter. And it's not going to be long before they catch on to the fact that peppering italics throughout a post does not mind-bendingness make. Can't I please take some time to
NO. It takes too long. TOO LONG. Formulating, scrap-booking, rough-drafting, thinking, researching, writing, re-writing (not necessarily in any particular order) take too much time. Someone else said something, "Whenever I have any impulse to write, even the blathering nonsense that will almost certainly evolve after this sentence, I end up almost completely unable to do so until I work through whatever accumulated cruft is in my mind in order to uncover the interesting bits. The result is a drawn out post of blathering nonsense." I read that and I thought, "yes, that's it, exactly! Let's run with that!"
But where am I running? Why am I running? Primarily I want to post another post, blog another blog, so that the title of the last one stops being at the top of my page looking stupid. I'm not really that fucking awesome, and that post title is just taunting me.
I could post news, but what news? My Realtor called today to say that we still don't have the buyers' loan approval letter in hand, but that he's verbally being re-assured by all parties involved that we're closing Monday afternoon. Is this news? Surely there's something there to talk about. A comment in a 2Blowhards post recently talked about Countrywide Financial company and the problems they're having getting funding for their home loans. Just more signs of the pending hypocolypse, or maybe another indication that NO SHIT I picked the wrong time to sell and buy houses. The hold up with my Realtor getting the letter of approval from the lender is apparently emanating from the underwriter, which is sort of exactly the same kind of WHO AM I KIDDING I don't know. I just want to sell my house and stop working in a sweatshop.
Screw it. I'll just post some pictures of my daughter.
