I assure you it’s magnificent!
By the way, the title fits the *cough* bottom *cough* of the pictures perfectly. (And I’m glad you picked a Minnesotan actress :P)
*coughvoluptuousbustcough* You know, how she starred in The Outlaw and everything. *cough*
see? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Russell#Start_of_her_career
The pics are cute.
I’m surprised you haven’t said anything about the latest Potter book!
Thought you might find this interesting: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050721/ap_en_ot/harry_potter_camp;
_ylt=At9CM4ebXfh2nvrWfu3mfICs0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTA3YXYwNDRrBHNlYwM3NjI-
Sounded like something you would have put together.
It’s ok, because I forgot my name too, so don’t feel bad. But then I remembered it when some guy came into my office and yelled about something someone did. Yeah, he said my name pretty loud. Well I assume it was my name. I can think back to childhood and remember my mom yelling that same name, but then again I have 2 brothers, so both my mom and this guy could have confused me with one of them. Although I don’t think this guy has ever had the occasion of meeting either of my brothers. He may have heard me talking about them at some point, but when I think about it, my brothers rarely do anything noteworthy, let alone something that would cause me to regale my co-workers with the tale. So yeah, I was pretty sure that was my name, but then I looked at the pictures again and I forgot it. So I was sitting here, looking at the pictures, while thinking to myself… Thomas? Robert? James? No none of those can’t be right. I distinctly remembering my name not being quite that long. Luckily, that same guy came back and yelled my name again. “Erik!” He yells. I’m sure this man could control the volume of his voice, but apparently something prevents him from doing so on a regular basis. He was much happier this time. I think the incident he so desperately had to tell me earlier (in the voice one normally reserves for communication around heavy machinery or rock concerts) was resolved quite nicely. Now I had a problem remembering his name, as the pictures were still on my computer screen. (Quite distracting.) Anyway, I assume this as-yet-unidentified man knows me pretty well as he began talking about his recent surgical procedure he endured a couple of weeks ago. Granted, one may be so inclined to tell a relative stranger something so obviously traumatic in passing conversation, but rarely would you show that stranger the stitches. So here I am, a distracting, yet quite appealing duo of pictures gracing my computer screen, while Chewbacca of Kashyyk lifts his shirt to show me a grotesque assortment of medical sutures.
I need a new job.
On a brighter less lengthy note, your pics look great!
Lovely pics! and yet …
Your pics of yourself never really strike me as you. They are usually dark and/or too serious and you look like a goth chick, an attitude filled teenager, or a posing model filled with their characteristic look of ennui. IRL you are not that way at all, you are a vibrant, funloving, and bubbly person and that doesn’t convey in your pics (at least not to the extent that it is conveyed in your writing). In short, you seem to take posed glamor shots of yourself as opposed to the even more interesting and captivating pics of what you are really like (I guess it is hard to do with self pics). That is why I prefer pics like your 7 stages of loss collection to this type of pic.
To me, you are this person: http://www.zealous.org/blog/blogfiles/spotlight.asp?photo=1&id=1400
and not really the one in those pics.
Well, since they’re black and white photos, I can’t comment on the redness but it looks fantastic!!
I assure you it’s magnificent!
By the way, the title fits the *cough* bottom *cough* of the pictures perfectly. (And I’m glad you picked a Minnesotan actress :P)
*coughvoluptuousbustcough* You know, how she starred in The Outlaw and everything. *cough*
see?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Russell#Start_of_her_career
Oh! I forgot to say, the shredding and the lighting and the angle of the second picture is my favorite. Glad you could find that tripod.
The pics are cute.
I’m surprised you haven’t said anything about the latest Potter book!
Thought you might find this interesting:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050721/ap_en_ot/harry_potter_camp;
_ylt=At9CM4ebXfh2nvrWfu3mfICs0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTA3YXYwNDRrBHNlYwM3NjI-
Sounded like something you would have put together.
Man with a body like that why on Earth would anyone break up with you? I mean, if you were a horrible shrew maybe, but you’re not so…
It’s ok, because I forgot my name too, so don’t feel bad. But then I remembered it when some guy came into my office and yelled about something someone did. Yeah, he said my name pretty loud. Well I assume it was my name. I can think back to childhood and remember my mom yelling that same name, but then again I have 2 brothers, so both my mom and this guy could have confused me with one of them. Although I don’t think this guy has ever had the occasion of meeting either of my brothers. He may have heard me talking about them at some point, but when I think about it, my brothers rarely do anything noteworthy, let alone something that would cause me to regale my co-workers with the tale. So yeah, I was pretty sure that was my name, but then I looked at the pictures again and I forgot it. So I was sitting here, looking at the pictures, while thinking to myself… Thomas? Robert? James? No none of those can’t be right. I distinctly remembering my name not being quite that long. Luckily, that same guy came back and yelled my name again. “Erik!” He yells. I’m sure this man could control the volume of his voice, but apparently something prevents him from doing so on a regular basis. He was much happier this time. I think the incident he so desperately had to tell me earlier (in the voice one normally reserves for communication around heavy machinery or rock concerts) was resolved quite nicely. Now I had a problem remembering his name, as the pictures were still on my computer screen. (Quite distracting.) Anyway, I assume this as-yet-unidentified man knows me pretty well as he began talking about his recent surgical procedure he endured a couple of weeks ago. Granted, one may be so inclined to tell a relative stranger something so obviously traumatic in passing conversation, but rarely would you show that stranger the stitches. So here I am, a distracting, yet quite appealing duo of pictures gracing my computer screen, while Chewbacca of Kashyyk lifts his shirt to show me a grotesque assortment of medical sutures.
I need a new job.
On a brighter less lengthy note, your pics look great!
Lovely pics! and yet …
Your pics of yourself never really strike me as you. They are usually dark and/or too serious and you look like a goth chick, an attitude filled teenager, or a posing model filled with their characteristic look of ennui. IRL you are not that way at all, you are a vibrant, funloving, and bubbly person and that doesn’t convey in your pics (at least not to the extent that it is conveyed in your writing). In short, you seem to take posed glamor shots of yourself as opposed to the even more interesting and captivating pics of what you are really like (I guess it is hard to do with self pics). That is why I prefer pics like your 7 stages of loss collection to this type of pic.
To me, you are this person: http://www.zealous.org/blog/blogfiles/spotlight.asp?photo=1&id=1400
and not really the one in those pics.
I don’t know what it looked like before, but it looks awesome now!
These photos are gorgeous!
You already forgot my name? C’mon now, it’s Mike 🙂
I think I’m in love!