Photo updates

This is where I post updates on the photos I upload.


Here‘s my newest lame attempt to turn Morphic Phoenix into a pirate. Don’t worry, you can compare it to the original lame attempt. How do you feel, Phoenix, with that guy’s beard on your face?

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Mouse Doctoring, Strangers, and Books

I’ve had fun the last few days. I ordered some new books (Feast for Crows, Tehanu, Tales from Earthsea, A Man Without a Country) from Amazon, and bought some others (The Drawing of the Three, Smoke and Mirrors) at Borders. I’m pretty excited about Smoke and Mirrors, a bunch of short stories by Neil Gaiman. I loved Neverwhere (if you haven’t read it, go get it now). American Gods was also very good. I also have the whole series of Sandman “graphic novels” (comic books). KrisDi gave them to me for Christmas last year. Or maybe my birthday this year. Dunno. But she gave them to me. And I like them.

We (MeiMei, KrisDi, and I) went to Borders some time before lunch, we picked up my books, and then they went off clothes shopping while I sat in the coffe shop and read (the first short story in Smoke and Mirrors might work well for Rob’s storytelling, Ma — I’ll send you the book after I read it if you like). As I was reading, an old couple came in and sat down next to me. The man’s face looked like pudding in a thin sack of rice paper wrapped around a skull. Richard (for that was his name) sat down and started reading a magazine for a bit, and then lay his head back and fell asleep. His wife, engrossed in whatever magazine she was reading, started talking to him. At some point, expecting a reply from her husband, she realized he was asleep, shouted, “Richard!” and smacked him with the magazine. “If you’re going to sleep, we can just go home!” I (and the several teenage girls sipping coffee faux-sophisticatedly) laughed out loud.

It reminded me of another cool old couple I saw in the airport on the way back from Ma’s. They came into the little bar area where KrisDi and I were having a drink. The guy, amazed, held up one of the salads there for purchase at the low low price of 8 bucks and said, “Look dear! They have salads!”

“I thought I needed to go to the ATM?” she replied.

“This tuna salad looks really good. I’ve got ten bucks. If you want something, you probably need to go to the ATM.” He sat down to eat the salad (and ordered a beer, which he couldn’t afford along with the salad on only $10), and his wife (who had presumably gone to the ATM) never came back that we saw. And we were there for another 30-45 minutes. Before we left, we heard him telling the bartender, “I guess I was a bit too much of a smartass!”

I reinstalled Windows yesterday/today. I had a reason. My computer was stalling occasionally, and I figured Windows was being dumb. So, I decided to format and reinstall. No big deal there. Except that the same symptom recurred afterward. So, eventually, I discovered that it wasn’t my computer being dumb, it was my Microsoft Intellimouse Explorer. Apparently a wire finally broke down, so the computer thought the mouse was intermittently being unplugged and plugged back in, which would cause the computer to pause and think about it for a second before continuing on with whatever it was doing. So I opened it up and fixed it, using a Gerber, a nail clipper, a screwdriver, and some electrical tape. I could have done it without the Gerber.

And one last thing. I realize this post must seem interminable to those of you who are still awake. So I’ll make it short: here’s a conversation Wilmy and I once had on the internet. culminating in some rather choice haikus written under the “Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten” premise.

The premise.

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My Pain

I finally finished editing a video of a softball game where I got hit in the face with a softball. On KrisDi’s birthday, of course. Here’s two pictures of my nose afterwards, and here’s a video of the ball hitting me. Pay special attention to the lovely “stone colliding with a coconut” sound when it hits my face. I apologize for the poor video quality. I don’t know how to do a better job, using the SUPER video thingy and Windows Movie Maker.

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Trip to Mom’s

We’re back from Mom’s. We took lots of pictures, and I had lots of fun. KrisDi claims she had fun. She might have been completely high on a cocktail of milk stout (see also), benadryl, and Allegra. Believe it or not, KrisDi managed to be allergic to all three of the cats at Mom’s and all the hair and dander. She toughed it out, though. Here she is climbing trees.

I gotta admit, though, she’s one hell of a shopper. I flew for free on miles earned from work, she flew for about $200 on a discounted ticket, and she got a rental car for $84 ($15 might come off of it soon after some phone calls). The hotel front desk person was a little shocked when our daily rate came up as $1.00 ($1.10 with tax). For our four day stay, we paid $4.40 for hotel. It would be cheaper to live in the hotel at that rate than to live at home. WAY cheaper.

Mom likes her camera (after all, she picked it out), and took a bunch of pictures with it (some of them are posted here [you can tell them apart from mine because they display composition and balance and a noticeable absence of a four-second shutterlag]). Grandma was delighted with our visit, frequently introducing us to strangers as her “precious grandson” and his “precious girlfriend.” Well, that’s how it was at first. By the end of the visit, it was “my grandson and his precious girlfriend.” I don’t know how she did it, but KrisDi usurped my “favorite” status, hard-earned over the course of 24 years through hand-made leather earrings and other well-constructed gifts, in a weekend.

I’m not entirely sure how this might be related to my displaced “favorite” standing, but Grandma showed me her undies. She fell down a week or so ago, and bruised herself up something fierce. Mom told her to lift her dress up to her knees so I could see the contusions, and Grandma complied by pulling it up to her waist. I nearly choked, and Mom started laughing and told her I probably didn’t want to see that. So, very deliberately and quite seriously, Grandma said, “You can look at my underwear, snaotheus.” Well, not snaotheus. But you know what I mean. Mom blames it on the double-dose of Percocet. Grandma was high as a kite!

We saw the salmon run and the seals waiting for the tired salmon to swim into their mouths (and the penned-up salmon at the fishery), went and saw a bunch of neat stuff at a paleontology or anthropology (some -ology or other referring to the study of weird peoples and the collection of their odd little hand-made artifacts) museum. KrisDi tried to feed one of the statues some kabanosy (thin, dry-ish kind of kielbasa) because it was begging. I was a little surprised it didn’t follow us home. We went five pin bowling (here‘s what it is). KrisDi emasculated me, winning 157 to 77 in the first game, 105 to 99 in the second game. We also spent a night playing Feds ‘n Heads (see). And that was pretty much our trip, besides a mad dash through the airport after our two-hour cushion was eaten by an interstate accident that halted traffic, giving Mom a good reason to send us on a fifty-mile detour (that got us 20 miles closer to our destination) in an attempt to keep us from going home.

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Trogdor the Burninator, amongst other things

I’ve finally taken a long enough break from reading my current book to update, add pictures, and carve a pumpkin.

So, here are the requested “snaotheus messing himself up while futilely attempting to cook dinner” pics for GirlAndi, as well as our evening project, and even more pics. You might as well look through the index of all the pics I put up today.

Obviously we spent a lot of time making the pumpkin resemble Trogdor the Burninator. It was only $11 for the whole project. $10 for the pumpkin, $1 for four little votive candles. We just now realized that we forgot the spinedies on Trogdor’s back (after watching the SBEMAIL again), so we might have to modify it later.

Kittilix (Mrs. Morphic Phoenix, for those of you keeping track) just had surgery, and apparently had three little bits removed from her back. And I can’t help wondering, what kind of soup could you make with those bits? Perhaps I’m just hungry, but who knows. Hopefully she’ll recover quickly and completely. If not, perhaps we can turn her into the bionic woman, and give her super powers, like the ability to cook spaghetti without getting all over two thirds of the kitchen.

Ma’s birthday’s coming up. My brothers and KrisDi and I ganged together to take a dent out of the camera she wanted. That should please her.

I guess that’s it for today. I’m sure there was more, but I don’t remember any of it right now.

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