Homage to um... whatever...

Two photos that struck me as entertaining in one way or another...





... both for entirely different reasons, the minutiae of which I choose not to go into presently...

1950's Atomic Ranch House Blog!!

I love this guy's blog... to be perfectly honest, I don't really read all that much of his posts, as I am more interested in the visual aspects of his interest in 1950's atomic style.





He seems to be more interested in actual 1950s memorabilia and the like, whereas I'm all about the look and the (affordable) recreation thereof... but he's still quite the inspiration, all the same!

Facebook stalking produced tears...

... and it was someone I didn't even know: I was just browsing his pics and BAM... I shed a tear at this photo...Ugh... I hate being such an emotional little bitch...

Utter randomness....

... merely to save some photos I found interesting.

First off, we have this photo which I believe was from the twenties... looks like Miss Gaga is not really the first to debut the "holy crap what is she wearing on her head" style...And also, Daft Punk! The two guys who make up Daft Punk! SANS their futuristic masks...


Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo and Thomas Bangalter are freakin' hot! And that's about the extent of my creativity, insight, and interest today.

Mason Cash Stoneware

Oh me, oh my... to be among the wonderful cooks (the aforementioned Two Fat Ladies, Nigella, Gordon Ramsey, whoever the hell he is...) who utilize Mason Cash...

Why must import fees be so hefty?! For these and for Jennifer and Clarissa's other stoneware of choice, Cornish Blue?

(Sigh...) Perhaps someday...

Two Fat Ladies

I love the Two Fat Ladies Cooking Show... for myriad reasons, but I will be brief in predicating why I find them profound.


What are they? They are (or rather were... rest in peace, Jennifer Paterson, who died four days before my birthday in 1999) just what they say they are: two fat ladies... a rarity, I feel, to find someone who is honest about who they are. They were older, not the Polaroid of perfection when it came to looks, and - indeed - rather portly. But they were happy

They were never without a joke, or a snipe, or a song... they were always ready to utilize the greatest of their talents to provide for others (and yes, I realize they were cooking for people on a 'show', but it is hard to argue that the folks in the show were not in turn enjoying the food that was indeed prepared for them). They were everything the world tells me and countless others we should not be... and yet there they were: still cooking. What lesson might I learn from this? What indeed...

Heaven bless you both, Jennifer Paterson and Clarissa Dickson-Wright (who's name is actually quite a bit longer than that...) Happiness finds of its own accord those who feel no great need to seek it.

Well, I have failed.

I didn't delete facebook. Goddamnit. I am still on the life-leech and I am somewhat ashamed.

I did, however, go through and delete a large number of "friends" with whom I really don't have any contact. And I plan on getting rid of more. When? Hopefully as soon as possible.

I didn't feel good while doing it. I didn't feel bad, either. Well, actually, I felt a little bad, but therein lies an interesting query; why would I feel bad severing an e-connection? It is a shame that I would feel anything at all when cutting an electronic tie to someone I don't even know. That right there should be enough to convince me to go all the way, but I guess something still grips me.

That being said, I suddenly feel the need to revamp my e-personality... recent thoughts in my head tell me that the way to conquer a beast is to employ the beast's own tactics... why should I fear facebook or the e-world? Why can I not make it work for me? Like those little fish that suck on to the bottom of sharks... REMORAS... I need to do that... become an e-remora... I like that.

First off? New AIM... AIM is a great tool, I feel. Or not, really... but whatever. Man, I just can't bring myself to care about much of anything right now... my head is swimming in a pool of caffeine, and it kinda sucks.

I need to start over... I have to. Lest I be made a slave of the e-world... the e-world should be, not so much my slave, but a useful and important tool... damnit.

I will be sure to keep track of how that is working for me...