Well, that's different.

I just got spam for "Transsexual Leek Porn."

Wrong root, people.

Heh.

The aliens have mutated

I have been inspired by the new episodes of Red Dwarf, even though no one has bothered to mention when or how they will be available in the U.S.

Milwaukee

Went on a Milwaukee photowalk this afternoon.

*heh*

Now hire me, dammit.

Interesting litter

in a state park in Illinois.



I was unimpressed by the park, but I had some fun with the camera.

I resemble this lolcat.

He never gets old.

Achmed, the Dead Terrorist. With German subtitles, so I can pretend I'm studying.

Just one. Then I refuse to eat them.

Alien Apotheosis

Bwahahaha.

My brother's cat, Phydeaux. My caption.

At the time, this was parody

Chameleonic lifeforms, no thanks.

"Radish's Cry For Help"

That's just the working title. It could change.



"He who takes leader cloth is leader. He who takes green is green and follows green leader. He who takes purple is purple and follows purple leader."

E.B.E. 1

I wonder how many of these I'm going to end up with by the time it's all over.

I really need a job.

What I did today:


Someone, please, call me back about my resume.

Ayup.

Life is like a box of chocolates--a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a peanut butter cup or an English toffee. But they're gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. You end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.

Mas Tequila!!

I have added new photos to the Tequila Project.


I have my new camera back, although I don't know for how long. I've had to send it for warranty repairs twice since I got it 12/31. It's excellent when it works...

Latest quiltlet

3" square. Hand-dyed fabric, hand-sewn.

Ah, it's that time of year again.

Truly, Bittersweets® are the perfect gift for you OR for someone you love, especially if that special someone is one who doesn't want to hurt your feelings but just doesn't feel that way about you but still wants to be friends so they can torment you with stories about their crushes on someone who doesn't appreciate them like you do, can't love them like you can, and actually takes pleasure in corralling a herd of fawning "just friends" behind themselves as they indulge in one self-destructive relationship after another, with no hope of ever finding true love, despite an army of souls eager to lavish it upon them.

Sunday is Half-Price Chocolate Day, a sacred day of obligation in the Radish calendar.

Hrm....

You don't say.

Milwaukee, Wisconsin is also a center of bratwurst appreciation.

Seems familiar.

I want to beat people up right now!

I got the pyjamas...

Shameless Self-Promotion

I finally uploaded some pictures from Portland, OR onto Flickr.



I think this one would make an excellent art quilt.

Inspirational!

"The loyal dog feasts, but the treacherous cat no can haz cheezburgr."

If anybody needs me, I'll be a small puddle of goo.

Filming has begun.

I can't help but notice

They don't mention how/when the new Red Dwarf eps will be available in the U.S.

Smegheads.

The sun always shines on TV

Swedish Egil played this song twice yesterday afternoon on Sirius 22, and I can't get it out of my head.

I'll be in my bunk.

Streaming video of all scenes pertaining to Mulder and Scully's relationship.

Am I supposed to know who these people are?

Descent into madness!

And penury. I was laid off yesterday, and frankly, I'm not very good at using large blocks of unscheduled time in a productive fashion. Especially when activities that involve spending money are off the table.

The last time I got laid off I spiraled into a depression to the point where I could barely get up and get dressed and go get food, and after about nine months no one would lend me money to sit around watching cable all day, so I had to put my stuff in storage and live in my sister's basement. I found a good job in Milwaukee, and my mom lent me the money to move out here. I'd like to avoid this, since I have more stuff now, and the cat is still pissed about spending two months in a cage in my sister's garage...and my credit score hasn't recovered, and it's really embarrassing to try to explain that hole in my life.

The GOOD news is that since I'm no longer behind Websense most of my waking hours, I can blog randomly and frequently. It's occurred to me that this could be an excellent record of stuff I plan and stuff I do, as a way to keep an eye on my mental health.

Of course, I don't plan to do anything different between now and Monday morning, although tonight when I'm not-sleeping I might look through the old hard drive for my resume, instead of trying to re-create it.

Heh.

I once spent an hour watching parents when the lions at the Indianapolis Zoo were licking each other's genitals. I'd say you can't buy entertainment like that, but they do charge admission...

Cats.

I can't say this enough.

To promote a culture of awareness of mentoring for the education of awareness of reduction of ignorance.

Assholes.

Homemade stencils

Just doodles. I don't know what I'm going to do with them, either.

Sweet merciful...

I don't mind so much when the Cyclone football team sucks, because that's the natural order of things. But it hurts like hell when the basketball teams are bad.

This is, like, football team bad.

I'd pay to see this.

Congress Debates Adding Elaborate Dance To Obama's Inauguration Ceremony

My camera is back!

This is a damn fine picture if I do say so myself.

I hate this time of year.

Vagina "art" (NSFW--the textiles might be OK, but the avatars aren't). It started last week, and I'll be subjected to a steady stream of this crap until March. Ugh.

I could just refuse to look at any textile art blogs until then. *srednop*

So much for "slow as molasses in January"

The Boston Molasses Disaster, also known as the Great Molasses Flood and the Great Boston Molasses Tragedy, occurred on January 15, 1919, in the North End neighborhood of Boston, Massachusetts in the United States. A large molasses tank burst and a wave of molasses rushed through the streets at an estimated 35 mph (56 km/h), killing 21 and injuring 150.

That's fast.

NO!

I'm loathe to admit it, but that would make a decent block print, in less hideous colors.

Heh.

Two of my favorite things.

Mas Tequila

I am aware that these are lousy pictures. My cameras are mighty outdoors but lack the fancy lenses (and I lack the professional lighting and backgrounds) for brilliant macro shots.

But the whole point of the "100 different photos" exercise is to see the object in 100 different ways. And lousy photos can be manipulated into effective motifs for fabric art, which is my driving interest. It would probably be a more effective exercise if I was drawing the bottle from 100 different angles, and I'm thinking about it, but I've dropped out of every drawing class and I need to figure out why before I take anymore.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

No, absolutely not.

Netflix thinks because I love Red Dwarf, I will also love The Killing Fields.

Admittedly, it seems like the sort of movie I will watch so in some random screed about Marxism and mass murder I can throw in references, but I'll be sewing away instead of watching the screen during the sad evil Communist murder parts because I'm depressed enough already. But that's NOT because I love Red Dwarf, which is the name of a spaceship named after cool stars and has NOTHING to do with Communism.

I'm not really impressed with technology.

Yup.

Needs orange

But I don't know what form the orange should take--more paint? Thread? Fabric? Sequins? Bah.

Dear NASA

You need a button on your photo pages to sell hard copies. I don't want a "modestly-sized jpg"--I want a 10" x 16" print suitable for framing. I can't be the only person on the planet willing to help fund your next venture through merchandise sales...yes, I know you can't pay for an entire Mars mission in that fashion, but it's money you don't have to beg from Congress.

I haven't thought about geometric ellipses for a long time.

Map of 1860 Presidential Election Results

A lot more interesting when there are four viable candidates.

Oh $#!+

Filed under "wish I'd thought of this":

Oh shit!

Daamn!

He speaks truth.

Bacon-flavored beer

They had me at "morning pint."

Well, !(*#$!

It took exactly one week for my new digital camera to become completely inoperable. Hope I can get it back from "Factory Service Center" before I got to Oregon at the end of the month. Fuckety fuck fuck fuck.

This is not auspicious.

From Wikipedia:

On Sunday January 5, 1975, at 9:27 p.m. Australian Eastern Summer Time, the Tasman Bridge was struck by the bulk ore carrier Lake Illawarra, bound for the Electrolytic Zinc Company with a cargo of 10,000 tons of zinc concentrate. It caused two pylons and three sections of concrete decking, totaling 127 meters (417 ft), to fall from the bridge and sink the ship. Seven of the ship's crewmen were killed, and
five motorists died when four cars drove over the collapsed sections before the traffic was stopped.

We've come a long way, baby.

15-MB Hard Disk Drive, only $2495 (plus installation kit)

About that time, my dad bought me a 128K 5.25" floppy disk for $2.50. The local library would let patrons reserve their Apple II for 30 minutes at day, but if no one else came in and asked to use it the librarians would let me sit there until closing time or until my mother called and asked them to tell me I missed dinner, whichever came first. I was usually writing stories with the word processor or writing BASIC programs that did math or beeped. Good times, before the Internet Age. I'd never let a kid sit in front of a library computer for hours in the Internet Age.

Last summer I bought a "marketing terabyte" (only 993GB) external hard drive for around $300, USB cable included.

Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!

First, I was woken up two hours early by a phone call for someone else. Then...

Hallo Heather!

Roland hat für Dich bei sheepworld.de eine virtuelle Schafpostkarte geschrieben.

Even at 5:30 in the morning, I have to pause before clicking on anything called "SheepWorld."

But the best part was the targeted ad at the top: Used and new sheep and goat slaughterlines in all sizes.

Oh yeah, sign me up.

Tequila!

I've joined a group on Flickr called the 100 Possibilities Project. Each member is taking 100 pictures of a single object. I'm photographing a tequila bottle.



Good, wholesome fun.

I resemble this comic.

I feel better now.

Everybody's still dead, Dave.

Comics are funnier when I Photoshop them.

I don't know how I'm going to get to see the new shows here in the US, though.

Ayup.

I want the collectors' plate...

Heh heh. Heh.

Smoke me a kipper

I'll be back for breakfast.