Work(ing Title)

at China Camp.

“Why not swing by and say hello?” I’ll tell you why, because it’s the fucking international airport you fucking idiotic web service! Sure sure Veronica, I think you’re great. So great in fact, that I’ll buy a ticket, suffer through the security screening (”Now just hand over anything made from cotton, sir…”), all so I can see what’s up with you. Christ.

This morning I’m calling on all six of you (ok ok, three of you) to help me choose a pair of spectacles. I need a style counsel and the best I’ve got is you lot, so don’t go letting me down.

While I don’t often wear glasses, my ability to resolve things from a long distance seems to have become more impaired in the past few years. I have no doubt that all of this time spent porn hunting working has done a number on my old blues, so now you’ll be seeing the bespectacled me quite a bit more often.

As you can probably tell, the tortoise-shelled frames are winning in my own personal election. This is probably because I would rest better in the knowledge that a hideous, harmless, friend-to-girl-and-boy like a tortoise was slaughtered in order to make me appear more intelligent.

Please do click the ‘comment’ link at the bottom of this post and chime in. I love hearing from anybody, and I don’t ever entirely trust myself with decisions of taste - remember when I laid out that girl in grade six?

One final note: keep in mind you can click on any of these photos to be taken to the appropriate Flickr page. From there you should be able to click the little ‘All Sizes’ button to go into full pore-counting mode.

Now show how much you care about our troops and vote!

Behold my photos from New Years 2006. I’ve managed to squeeze them in under the deadline for all things holiday. Be sure to click round and take full advantage of Flickr’s slick slideshow controls.

Cruise Control by wbeem