With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
Saturday, April 29, 2017
29~ Claws and Soft Bits, A True Story
For the record, I have been sick. And I was cleaning, but got light-headed. Honest. I was only going to rest for a minute, but then I was seized. Forcibly detained. When Mister Foo decides to make you his spot, it's not necessarily a matter of choice, an instance of cuddly, warm, fuzzy engagement. Sometimes Mister Foo's attention can be quite insistent, and intimidating.
In my defense, I sent this picture to Geoff, with a text, so he would understand why I was not up and pitching in: I've fallen, and Foo won't let me get up. And to emphasize the perils of my predicament, I decided to use the new feature I discovered on my phone... because why not let technology help me overshare with TMI, and other humiliating details??
Here's Foo, being "snuggly." I cannot move.
I rest my case.
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
Friday, April 28, 2017
28~ 'Cecile Brünner Blossom
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
Thursday, April 27, 2017
27~ Tea and Sympathy
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
26~ Nap Time Now
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
25~ Programmer and Artist
This recent vector line drawing was done using Scratch, from MIT. Her skills grow by leaps and bounds... so much so that she's been invited to teach a course in Scratch programming for Scratch Day, which is a global network of events to celebrate Scratch.
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
Broken Blues
No new posts... not the sort I'd like to post, anyway. All month I've struggled with new updates to my iMac and iPhone, which have made it slow and frustrating to import my photos. Then we saw that the iMac could take an updated operating system; Geoff installed OS X Sierra. Bottom line, so far: Disasterous. All my iMac can do is reboot. Reboot, again and again. And we cannot tell if the hard drive is getting destroyed or what's happening. The _Geniuses_ at Apple wanted to clear everything to "fix" the issue, or to find the issue. Sigh. Now the computer is at some other place that specializes in data recovery. Do you feel the ring of pain around my head, detect my angst and sorrow? It's real. Probably the real issue is I'm left with all this "free" time that could be used for cleaning my office, doing laundry, alphabetizing our cats' medical records, and preparing three healthful meals a day. It's awful! The pressure. The dread suspicion that the universe has found another way to suggest I quit blogging for keeps, finally, please. No way, universe! I'm no quitter. Break my car, my computer, my piggy bank. But you can't break my indomitable spirit, my obsessive blog habit, my last semi-legit excuse for getting little else accomplished! Heck, even Blogspot's phone app won't stop dying, so I'm scratching and pecking this drivel out through regular online channels... I've got the Broken Blues, but I'm still trying. Do you ever feel like it's all really pointless and a lot of things are rather hateful? (asking for a friend.)
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
Monday, April 24, 2017
24~ Cha Cha Real Smooth
I love other people's dogs.
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
23~ A Little Picnic
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
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