Which one’s your favourite?
A Tale of Two Stephens
Which one’s your favourite?
Category: Photos
The Gang’s All Here
(via the improbably-named Wip Wap Web)
“Do You Own an Amazon Kindle?”
As an e-book writer, it’s heartening to see that 41% said yes. But I worry about those 2% in the middle there…
Schrodinger’s Kindle?
SniderBaker
I made these tonight using this recipe, which is super easy and remarkably tasty. If you’ve never made bread before, start here!
Zombie Weather!
The fog outside is ridiculous! Fog is my favourite weather, by far. When it’s as thick as it is tonight, it’s hard not to expect the lurching undead to creep out of the wisps, arms extended, questing for brains…
Really I think I love it because it’s so uncommon. A good fog, a real fog, like the one tonight, happens here maybe once a year. It’s so heavy that I can barely see the house across the street.
It gets the cogs in my mind going, picturing all the dastardly deeds that could be happening right beside you, muffled and hidden…
(photo by my dude)
It Pays to Be Nice.
I like to think karma works.
I went to Michael’s today; I had a 40%-off coupon that was ready to expire. I found myself wandering the aisles: knitting needles? Canvas? Frames? This isn’t my regular Michael’s (God help me, I have a “regular”), so when I stumbled across the clearance section it was a surprise.
They had these fantastic stretched-canvas prints, regularly $34, on for $10. C and I were just talking about adding some new decorations to the house, so it was perfect timing. I found a great little piece for the kitchen:
We tend to seek happiness
when happiness is actually a choice
Since it was on clearance, I couldn’t use my coupon, which expires tomorrow. So on my way to the checkout, I offered it to a couple of women who were still shopping. It made me feel nice, and that alone would have made my afternoon a little brighter.
But.
I got to the checkout and the cashier scanned the canvas. “That’ll be one cent.”
“Pardon?”
She turned the screen so I could see it. “One cent.”
I asked her a couple of times if that was right. She even re-scanned it, just in case. It came up the same every time.
The funny bit is that I never carry cash, and I literally had no money on me. I had to ask her to tuck it behind the register and hold it while I went to rummage through the car.
I got back inside and waited in line again, already getting the sinking feeling that the other cashier had probably spoken up after I left. Would I bother to argue if she quoted me the ten-dollar price I’d expected?
I approached the till. The cashier had a big smile by this point. “One cent, please.”
I plopped a single penny in her palm, and she handed me my receipt.
I like to think it was good karma for doing a small kindness for someone. The new picture looks great under the martini in the kitchen…
…and now when I look at it I’ll smile, since it comes with its own story.
Bonus ZoeyBomb:
PS – When she handed me the receipt, the register had printed another 40%-off coupon. Double score!
This Person Must Be a Writer
This came from the Ugliest Tattoos site, but I beg to differ: I love it! I wish I’d thought of it first, as a sign of my devotion to the Lord of the Bean.
In related news, I’m heading into a three-day weekend, I picked up more K-Cups on the way home, I’ve been home for an hour and I’m gearing up for my second cup of many. Sleep? What’s that?
Real Life Horror: Eyeball Tattooing
You read that right. Not “eyeball tattoos”, as in tattoos of eyeballs.
Eyeball tattooing. As in tattooing your eyeballs.
With the red pictured above, it’s easy to believe that maybe I was misinformed. It looks like an injury. Or possibly a bad infection.
But what about now?
According to the The Eyeball Tattoo FAQ, the technique of injecting tattoo ink into the whites of the eye has been around, in its current incarnation, since 2007. The site estimates that “… there are several hundred people with tattooed eyes.” Several hundred people, including two convicts who tattooed each other’s eyes while in prison. Yum, sanitary.
You may have noticed by now that I have a thing about eyeballs. I wear contacts from time to time, but that’s about the most I can handle. Eyeball stuff freaks me out. And having sat for several large tattoos, I can’t imagine the sensation of a needle, even hand-held, repeatedly jabbing me in the eye.
It’s just…you only have one pair of eyes. I’m an incredibly visual person — reading, writing, knitting — everything I do relies on my vision.
Side effects of tattooing your eyeballs could include: blindness, years-long headaches, and permanent blurry vision or light sensitivity that cannot be treated. One guy ended up with a permanent black eye when his black ink leaked into the tissue under his eyeball.
It might look totally badass…
…and I will always support the right of people to modify their bodies as they wish, but I hope people think long and hard before trying this particular experiment, especially while it’s in its relative infancy.
(photos belong to Modblog/BME, where eyeball tattoos are far from the most extreme body modification. Some posts are extremely not safe for work or for minors; visit with caution.)
Guess What I Bought!
Some clues: I’ve wanted it for months. It’s an old favourite in desperate need of revisiting. It’ll be great for the nasty, rainy weekend ahead.
Did you guess a DVD of Stephen King’s IT?
YOU DID?
Pennywise says: “Great job!”
Oh yes, my friends: it’s that time of year. The nights are only getting longer from here on out, and colder, and the sewers make the strangest burbling noises. It’s probably just the rain. There’s probably nothing to worry about…
Bonus — Check out the sweet tattoo I found whilst searching for our friend up there:
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