Much randomness on the way...
First, Brad is holding his own. The doctors are talking about him possibly going home early next week. Fingers crossed, but it seems that Brad giving up is about as likely as Santa Claus converting to Judiasm, which might be sort of cool actually. Santa converting, I mean. I like my blended holiday traditions of recent years. Happy Hannumas to all and to all a good night. This is all I'm sayin.'
The poison ivy is much better, so I can go about my day without my thoughts being hijacked the sudden need to find the nearest ladies room and scratch! Scratch like the wind! SCRATCH LIKE I'VE NEVER SCRATCHED BEFORE! Whew. It's still ugly, but it's nothing like it was.
Yesterday I bought some hot dogs. Joel and I cooked them on the grill, but we didn't eat all of them. Now I can't find the leftovers. This is really annoying. I want a hot dog, dammit, especially now that I can't find them. Hot dog. Hot dog hot dog hot dog. AND NOW I can't stop thinking about this hilarious essay, written by Christopher Walken, about his supposed love of hot dogs.
"When I make a movie, my hot dogs are my co-stars. If, in the middle of a scene, I decide I want to consume a hot dog, I do so."
Stephen does a great Christopher Walken imitation. I wonder how cross he would be if we all called him at work and asked him to do the Chris Walken hot dog thing. Pretty cross, I imagine. Dammit.
I also updated all the links on the side with recent multimedia work I've done, if that kind of thing blows your skirt up. Also, I made a little flickr set of pictures I took last month at a butterfly garden. I've been trying to master this motion blur effect with butterflies for a while now.
By Jove, I think I've got it.
I just don't like how the smaller aperature needed to expose properly at the correct shutter speed increases depth of field to the point where you can see bricks, etc in the backgrounds. So maybe not. Sorry, Jove.
You can see the rest here.