Pointless photo of the day:

I'm out of seasonal photos for a while again now because I haven't taken anything recently.

Ok, that's a lie.

I took some photos a half hour or so ago, but they were for work, were taken with the work camera, and can currently be found on the work blog if you're desperate to see a moose with two heads and five legs.

And where's the work blog?

Well, if you know, you know. If you don't and you really want to, e-mail me. And if you don't have my e-mail... well, I think you're probably getting the point by now.

Oh no. A point. Now the blog will, of course, turn into a pumpkin.

Anyway. My attempt to tick off a couple of moose by getting close to them with a camera that I've never used before (it's pretty new) has meant that I don't really have time to blather. Shame, that, since the blather will be intermittent for the next couple of days. I won't be going in to my father's place on the weekend because I have to work tomorrow, but I don't know if I'll have time tomorrow to blog. Sunday I won't be around a computer at all, Monday I might be, and Tuesday I may or may not be. Depends on how my morning thing goes.

Yes, morning thing. That's all you really need to know about that.

I'll poke the not-Toronto office with a stick and see if she has anything to say in my much-mourned absence (ALMOST managed to type that with a straight face), but in the meantime I'll see you in a day or two. Or whatever.

Did I mention the moose?



Um, yeah. Back to work for me, then.

I had a totally different title for this post...

... and then I decided that I didn't want to talk about it after all.

It's that sort of day, really.

I had a fairly interrupted sleep, and it's turned me into a newt. No, not a newt. What's that thing where you're so tired that you can't even really make a decision? A singing frog? No, that's what sounds like a duck but ain't a duck.

Oh, I can't remember.

Pretty sad that I can remember all those iPad jokes from yesterday, then. Well, maybe not all of them. I did like the one that said that only women could use the iPad because it isn't compatible with the Wii, though. Anyway, it looks like the backlash on the jokes is hitting pretty early, so if you're trying to avoid them it'll probably all go away pretty soon.

But seriously, iPad? Did no one at Apple even bother to say the name out loud before they decided on it?

Ah well. It's not like it matters much to me in the end. I'm not likely to be the first in line (or even the twelve-millionth in line) to buy an overpriced giant iPhone anyway. And given how much I hate it when people leave fingerprints on my monitor here, I just don't think that touchscreen anything will ever do it for me in the computer department.

All of this still leaves me overtired and without a blather topic, you know.




Maybe it's best that we back away slowly for today, then.

Oops

Came in a bit later than I usually do (because it was COLD out there, boys and girls. I had to wait for it to warm up a bit), and completely forgot about the blog until now.

And this is all you're getting as a result, because I'm kind of in the middle of something at the moment.

See you tomorrow, probably.

Hoodies

And more ice from last week. Kind of an I like the lines, not the subject kind of photo.

And now... hoodies. I'm wearing one right now, you know. Well, you didn't know unless you've installed a secret webcam in the office. I am wearing one, though. A hoodie, not a secret webcam.

I don't especially like hoodies.

Want me to tell you why?

I hope so, because I'm going to.

I would probably be all right with hoodies if they didn't have hoods... which would, I know, make them sweatshirts instead. That's ok with me. I'm very much in favour of big sloppy shirts that make you feel like retracting your hands into the sleeves, waving your arms around in the middle of a room, and repeating the word ladle over and over again...

Or maybe that's just me. Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, though. It's good fun on the right kind of day.

Anyway. Hoodies. Sweatshirts? I'm good with. Add a hood to that sweatshirt and everything starts to feel... I dunno. Bulky, I guess. I currently have no need of all of that extra fabric hanging off the back of my neck, so I'm not entirely sure why it has to be there.

Except to make a perfectly good sweatshirt adopt the alias hoodie, I guess. And when exactly did they become hoodies? When I was a kid they were kangaroo jackets, and happy enough to be so. And don't even get me started on bunny hugs.

The other thing wrong with hoodies is my hair. Yes, my hair is what's wrong with hoodies. My fine, flyaway, there's-no-way-I'm-going-to-have-anything-left-of-a-hairdo-if-I-pull-this-damned-hoodie-over-my-head hair. Let's face it. With this hair, once the hoodie goes on it has to stay on unless I want to look like a static electricity demo. And I don't want to look like that at work.

So now you're wondering why, if I feel that way, do I even own a hoodie (let alone wear one to work). Well, I don't. Own one, that is. Although I have recently started wearing one to work (as you might have guessed from the way that I'm complaining about wearing hoodies while at work).

You see, we have uniform shirts at work. Fairly casual uniform shirts, yes, but uniforms all the same. Shirts that I don't actually own but have to wear. Dark green, mostly. Currently I have a couple of short-sleeved t-shirts, a long-sleeved t-shirt, a non-dark-green collared shirt that's best in the summer, and... a brand-new hoodie that I'm wearing for the first time this week.

I think I hate the hoodie.

I didn't ask for the hoodie, which might be part of the problem. I would have liked something that opened in the front instead of having to be pulled over my head (I do own a hooded zip-up sweater that I seem to be able to wear without complaining about the hood part). In fact, I didn't even have my name on the hoodie list, but when Wheat got a better price than he was expecting on the hoodies he ordered hoodies for everyone. Hoodies that we (individual staffers, I mean) didn't have to pay for like we've had to in the past when they were more of a premium uniform item. Not having to pay made everyone happy.

Except for me, apparently, and I'm starting to feel like maybe I'm just being a bit cranky about the whole thing.

More than maybe...

Ah well.

So will I continue to wear the hoodie even though I'm not a fan? Oh, probably. Will I get used to it? Most likely. Will I wave my arms around in the middle of a room repeating the word ladle over and over again?

I expect so. It's been known to happen pre-hoodie, so why should post-hoodie be any different in that respect?




Don't you judge me.








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Pointless photo of the day:

That might be about it, too. I'm feeling very tired and draggy, and that sort of thing just leads to a post full of complaints.

Bet you hadn't noticed.

To top it off, after having reviewed the SAG red carpet photos (and, as usual, enjoyed seeing one site's best dressed labelled as worst dressed on the next) I don't really have much comment. Overall, not too bad. A couple of weird choices, Meryl Streep's housedress (as so aptly described by the not-Toronto office) the strangeness of sleeveless dresses with shoulder pads (at least two of those. Obviously more than one someone thought it was a flattering look for some reason)... but nothing to write home (or write blather) about in the end. The goods? Well, I thought Kyra Sedgwick's dress was very flattering to her.

Um, the end?

Yeah, I guess. Brain's not working anyway, judging by the amount of backspacing that's been going on in even this short post.




Later, all.

Mixed bag

Yeah, not really sure what you'll be getting out of me today.

My cold? Has apparently entered the sneeze phase. I think it's starting to hurt my brain.

Today's pointless photo? Just some nonsense that had been piling up on the piano here at my father's place, so last week I finally got around to taking them back with me. They're mostly quick doodles for Illustration Friday topics (check the other blog if you desperately want a closer look), and now I don't really know what to do with them. They're generally not of any quality to warrant doing anything with, but it seems weird to just throw them out. Ah well. Guess they'll be added to the doodle file for now. Until I get sick of the way things are piling up there...

Anything else? Well, I normally would have something snarky to say about the SAG Awards, but I guess I just wasn't in the mood to pay much attention last night so I'll have to buzz through the entertainment sites to see if anyone was wearing anything snarkworthy. I'm planning to blame the cold on this one. It's not usually like me to miss a chance to laugh at celebrities' poor choices in evening wear.

And that leaves?

Nothing, I suppose. Between the sneezing and the waking up too early I'm apparently not up to thinking about much. Best just to end here, then. Oh, and if any of my two fans want any of the silly doodles in the photo for their own nefarious (or even non-nefarious) purposes... you know where to find me.

General ignorance

Pointless spring photo, yes. I'll get the frosty winter ones off of the camera eventually.

Probably.

Anyway, onto (briefly. Still not feeling all that great, so the blather will be short again today) ignorance. I'm not at all ashamed to admit that I'm ignorant when it comes to video games. I've had a DSi for a couple of months now, I've been enjoying putzing around with it, but I haven't got a clue as to what I should be buying for it.

My first purchases (well, not purchases. Gift-card-ages) were, admittedly, just to get me started. Things that would help me get used to the hardware with no pressure, more or less. Now, though, I'm starting to feel a bit more confident about that side of things. It's probably time to look at challenging myself more.

With what, exactly?

Haven't the foggiest.

Definitely open to suggestions.

Not knowing squat about games can lead to some interesting ignorant purchases, though. The other day I was getting some groceries at one of those department store/grocery store mash-ups, and even though I wasn't going there to buy games I thought I may as well have a quick look in their electronics section to see if there was anything... ok, honestly? To see if there was anything cheap. All that missed work because of the lovely December weather (added to the cost of the car's "oil change") has me on a bit of a budget just at the moment. Anyway, it turns out that they were clearing out a few things to make room for some new stock so I was about to get a couple of games on sale. I may as well have closed my eyes and randomly stuck my hand in the bin for all I knew about what I was buying, but hey. You never know 'til you try, right?

Now, the funny thing is that I accidentally bought a game that I've since found out has quite a following and a fairly good rating.

Who knew?

Which game? Well, it doesn't really matter. Let's just say that it's in a genre that I wasn't entirely sure would suit me, but I've been finding it surprisingly entertaining. Even at my skill level.

I'm aware, however, that I'm not likely to have that kind of luck every time I buy from the bargain section, so I'm going to try not to make it a habit. Maybe I'll even start doing some research before I lay out the money. That'd probably make more sense.

That's the blather for today, I guess. Now I'm heading back to watch more of the fantastic show that I borrowed my post title from. Incidentally, I would absolutely love to be able to watch it in a more legal, less pirated form, TV People. Why in Whomever's name hasn't, say, the CBC looked into picking it up instead of showing the increasingly lame stuff they broadcast now?

Hmmm. Sounds like that might be a good topic for the I have nothing file which I really should start keeping...