You are under my spell.

I was at my niece's for dinner this past weekend and this is a toy of her daughter's. The spooky hands give me the willies. If that's what getting a manicure is all about count me out. Carpal tunnel inducing.

It pays to read the manual.

I purchased a new camera and last night sat and actually read the instructions. I discovered all kinds of groovy things it can do like accent colors when taking pictures (examples below) and it has a time lapse feature in the movie mode.

Depp In Wisconsin

Johnny Depp was filming Public Enemies in Wisconsin. He is a grand scarfy dapper gent.

Poem update

Ok so I lied about the crow. I saw that earlier this morning, but I just had to run for some mix to the convenience store and came up with the third line of the past posted poem..... so here goes

This morning I saw a man with a black eye dumping his Lite beer bottles at the recycling center.

This afternoon I saw a woman passionately mouth the words to Lady by the Little River Band in the grocery store as she shopped for pasta.

Tonight I saw a moustached man in an idling little red car rubbing scratch off tickets against his steering wheel as as his toddler daughter waited in the backseat staring out the window to the dark night sky.

Poim

This morning I saw a man with a black eye dumping his Lite beer bottles at the recycling center.

This afternoon I saw a woman passionately mouth the words to Lady by the Little River Band in the grocery store as she shopped for pasta.

Tonight I saw a crow eat pickled herring I had placed outside for him.

The whole world wore shoulder pads this morning.

The eyes have it.

Feel like I am being watched.

The Devil Wore Shamrocks

I couldn't sit at the computer very long last night because my parents were in the same room and the TV was blaring. It's Public Television membership drive time and the God of all Silverbacks was helping raise money for a possible dying form of TV. The dark one, Daniel O'Donnell was hawking his Irish goods and lulling the grey set with his tenorish warbling. According to my father there is no better singer than Danny O'Donnell. My father jokingly asked if I could hear the TV and cranked the volume as high as he could, doing this only because I was trying to listen to youtube videos and I was wearing my head phones. Ha ha dad. My parents received no less than 3 phone calls from other grey heads telling them he was on the tube. The O'Donnell minion network. It sort of scares me like something from Rosemary's Baby. Ten minutes into the program my father was sawing logs. I think O'Donnell is spinning some dark web. I stayed in the room long enough to listen to O'Donnell while he was being interviewed and heard him tell how he had talked to a donor on the phone, she had said how much loved his music and asked if it would be alright to play some of his songs at her husband's funeral. O'Donnell was so soft spoken proud. Good God. He brogueingly muttered something about where he lives in beautiful downtown Ireland with his wife Vagina. I swear he said Vagina, but I Wikipedia-ed him and found her name actually to be Majella which may be how you say Vagina in Irish. Who knows?
I had to leave the room. I also learned on Wikipedia that he is the same age as I am. Maybe I am just jealous. I mean, I can sing, all I would have to do is start covering every song by Bobby Vinton, Elvis in his later years and a few Irish standards and maybe I too could rule the retired set.

Fleeting Imagery

Yet another digital camera died on me.

Friend or Foe

Little slug whispering sweet nothings
Excuse my hairy ears. Must get out the personal grooming device.

Good Laughter

I just watched Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice & thought is was great. I wonder if there are groovy encounter places like the one in the movie still in the hills of Beverly or canyons of Topanga?
I have wanted to have dinner with Dyan Canon for most of my life because I love to hear her laugh. For some reason I remember Johnny Carson making her laugh. I don't know why I have to have dinner with her but I guess I figure I would enamour her with my witty reporte. I just looked her up on IMDB and and found out she is 71! I better get the reservations made.

Kitty Nirvana

August found the sweet nectar.
(click to enlarge and read the plant tag)

Drift of Shelter

I took a couple of pictures of snow drifts a week or so ago and was reminded of a story my friend Christie relayed to me when we were college roommates. She talked about being a kid and out playing in snowstorms and finding a snow drift and huddling down below the overhang and finding a certain solace there protected from the storm. When she told me this, I knew exactly what she was talking about. I had done the same thing too. Even as much as you were out in the storm having fun there was a feeling of shelter and protection from the elements that hit you on an almost caveman level. I look at drifts now and think of Christie and her insightfulness.