The Green Room

Oh, my.

My first experiments in printing my photos onto something more solid than paper. Some of the roughness I like, some of it I need to refine.

Between the neighbour’s party and the fact that Redshirt didn’t get home until somewhere in the neighbourhood of four o’clock, I did not get a good night’s sleep last night. As a result of which, I overslept my alarm, and I decided that rather than try to make it downtown I would just work from [...]

Normally, I have very few complaints about the neighbours around here, but somebody either two floors up or in the building across the alley has been screaming since about seven thirty and if they don’t cut it out soon I’m going out there with the mini-marshmallow crossbow and taking down some partyers.

Now that the ballots are all mostly counted, the story of the day is that Portland has elected its first openly gay mayor. I voted for him because he seemed like less of a corrupt idiot than the other main candidate. I’m glad I didn’t know anything about his personal life beforehand, because it means [...]

My wrists and ankles are itching like mad.

I went to the Obama rally in Waterfront Park yesterday. In a way, none of it really matters, since I can’t vote in the primaries, but I wanted to see him, and see what all the fuss was about. He said all the right things, but it would take a leap of faith to believe [...]

Woohoo!

I have to admit, the question of whether or not extraterrestrials would be subject to original sin is not one that had occured to me before.

Yes, I’m crying because Turanga Leela found her parents, and no, I’m not ashamed.