Here I am, trying to make up for lost time. A few items of note:
1. As reported by Sarah last week, Angelina and Billy Bob are on the outs. This is quite disturbing news. I mean, they're soul mates!
2. I just discovered that Blogger has buttons for bold, link, and italics. Um, have they always been there? I've been writing all my own damn hrefs. Sometimes being so unobservant is a real curse. Sometimes, it's a blessing.
3. I'm taking a photography class, starting last week. The first class went something like this: Class starts at 7. It's 6:23 and I'm still at work. Shit. I throw my stuff together and race home. I shove some food in my face, grab my camera bag and rush out the door, random objects flying. I then drive like a madwoman over to the Redwood City Community Center, better known as Red Morton (or "Red Moron," as we like to refer to it in my household). I burst in the door, panting, disheveled, my hair all a mess, and yelp, "Where's the photography class?!?" The guy behind the desk looks at me sympathetically with his finger on the panic button and says, "Sorry honey, I think that class was yesterday." I do an Elaine-like overexaggerated collapsing motion and mime falling to the ground. Who's the moron now?
Anyway, in tonight's class we get to develop a roll of black and white film. I have photos on there from the Modern Appliance Band performance on Saturday and I can't wait to see how they turn out!
It's on Mondays, this class, is what I'm saying -- not Tuesdays.
1. As reported by Sarah last week, Angelina and Billy Bob are on the outs. This is quite disturbing news. I mean, they're soul mates!
2. I just discovered that Blogger has buttons for bold, link, and italics. Um, have they always been there? I've been writing all my own damn hrefs. Sometimes being so unobservant is a real curse. Sometimes, it's a blessing.
3. I'm taking a photography class, starting last week. The first class went something like this: Class starts at 7. It's 6:23 and I'm still at work. Shit. I throw my stuff together and race home. I shove some food in my face, grab my camera bag and rush out the door, random objects flying. I then drive like a madwoman over to the Redwood City Community Center, better known as Red Morton (or "Red Moron," as we like to refer to it in my household). I burst in the door, panting, disheveled, my hair all a mess, and yelp, "Where's the photography class?!?" The guy behind the desk looks at me sympathetically with his finger on the panic button and says, "Sorry honey, I think that class was yesterday." I do an Elaine-like overexaggerated collapsing motion and mime falling to the ground. Who's the moron now?
Anyway, in tonight's class we get to develop a roll of black and white film. I have photos on there from the Modern Appliance Band performance on Saturday and I can't wait to see how they turn out!
It's on Mondays, this class, is what I'm saying -- not Tuesdays.
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