Somehow we got around to discussing the 70’s on the live video feed and I felt compelled to dig out and post the following picture of me, my mother, and sister from some time in the 70’s. Fear the plaid pants:
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I’m not sure how old I am in that picture. I’d guess 8 or 9 years. Man I hated those pants.
The Blogathon folks have put forth a challenge to us participants to post a picture of our workspace to their Flicker group and then blog about it. So here’s mine:
As you can see, this is the desk of someone who is very ADHD. Which makes sense because I’m such a person. We could almost have a contest to see if anyone can name every item in that picture, though that probably wouldn’t be fair as some of the items are pretty well buried.
Amazingly enough I have no problems finding whatever I’m looking for.
Alas my Canon Powershot A40 camera is on the fritz so I had to rely on my RCA Small Wonder EZ205 for the snapshots. Being that for all intents and purposes it’s a pocket webcam the quality isn’t the greatest, but here she is laying on Courtney’s unmade bed:
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As you can see she’s already made herself quite at home and has settled into the famous Jenkins Attitude that defines us as a family. She’s already had a brief encounter with Melvin which left him hissing and her completely unphased. It’s clear that Melvin is the only one of the two of them that’s going to have to make a big adjustment. He’s been sulky and pissed off all night. He’s made a point of not venturing upstairs or going anywhere near Courtney’s door. Whatever’s in there is not something he’s interested in discovering. Given that I’ll probably wait until tomorrow evening before setting her loose in the rest of the apartment.
… otherwise I might get a little nervous at the sight of all the crows in the trees when I leave work every day. Here’s a couple of crappy camera phone pics that don’t really do them justice:
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For some reason they always seem to gather outside in the trees about the same time every day. These shots were taken around 5:30PM as I was leaving for class. Some days there are easily close to 100 crows in those trees and they make quite the racket.
As I said before, if I were the superstitious type I might find that troubling, but my personal theory is that the operators here get a break at 6PM and quite a few of them grab complimentary snacks and then head outside for a smoke. Being your typical humans there tends to be a fair amount of junk left lying on the ground by the less considerate people working here—half eaten bags of chips, near-empty cola cans—just the sort of stuff that a bunch of crows might find worth hanging around for.