Oh good Lord, I got home at 3 in the morning, uh, “today”. I am so wiped. Went to Tanglewood to see John Williams and the Boston Pops with Josh Groban yesterday with 4 of my favorite people in the world. The whole day was great…details after I have more coffee…
The Need for an Elph
Okay, I saw the camera of my dreams at Circuit City tonight. (From the back seat: “Are we going to the circus store?” “Huh?” “The circus store…that one over there!” “Oh, CIRCUIT, not circus.”)
It’s the 4 megapixel Elph, and it’s on sale for $475 in the store, and $450 on Amazon. Now that might now be much for some of you moneybags, but it’s pretty much out of range for me, given that some people would think I have a perfectly fine camera. I know I’m not completely happy with it, but I know you won’t listen to me. I mean, I am a web development professional here…it WOULD be a tax write-off. (Which I just realized and NOW I’m trying to figure out how to budget that puppy).
Anyway, if four hundred and seventy-five of you just send in a dollar each, I’ll create a page with all your names and I’ll dedicate my every waking moment for like three or four weeks to you. Seriously. So go off and organize yourselves, okay? Thanks.
And if you are looking for a digital camera and can’t afford the really cool $800 Sony, I’d look at this one. It’s smaller than a pack of smokes for goodness sakes. And you literally won’t believe the quality of the LCD screen. There. I’m done my sales pitch.
Uh-Oh, Chango!
I’m thinking this bio might challenge Chuck Barris’s. Seriously.
Okay, now I think you may have to be a certain age to appreciate this, but if you ever watched the Banana Splits, you saw Danger Island. And if you saw Danger Island, you saw Chango.
Here’s the actor’s bio, on his stunt school website.
Note that it does NOT mention Chango. But I got this link off an interview he did on a kind of cool Banana Splits website that Friend-of-the-Dump Anji sent me!.
Weedy
Hey, you know what? If you plant flowers you should probably weed them every once in a while. Sheesh, I sort of let that go for a little while and tonight I couldn’t tell where the flowers were.
Stupid ratzen-fratzen crabgrass. I want it GONE from my yard. I’m so furious with the way it’s just everywhere. And unlike my father, I don’t look at crabgrass and clover as an acceptable substitute for regular healthy grass. I’m just ready to pull out my hair, I tell you.