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Drive-by post, with metal chicken.
Jan. 29th, 2013 10:00 pmOkay. First there was this, over on Tumblr.
Which led me to this.
Because 15 YEARS IS BIG METAL CHICKENS.
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
Though I think I’d get even less work done than I do already if my office furniture started messing with me.
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
Spam of the day
Nov. 19th, 2012 01:46 am“That’s excellent, I never considered Nostradamus from the OR”
That’s funny–neither did I.
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
Blogging. Writing, fiction or non-fiction. Novels. Shorts. Flash.
Spot-on, this. Especially about reading critiques and comments.
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
Spam post of the day
Nov. 7th, 2012 06:32 pm“A new copier lets you be fruitful and multiply.”
Well, maybe in some future post-human office supply store.
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
“Make good art.”
May. 19th, 2012 08:28 amThis has been all over the place and you’ve probably already seen it so you don’t need to see it again but I’m posting it anyway. Because enough folks thought it worth listening to. And it is.
In the meantime, I shall shop for groceries and put gas in the car, visit the hardware store and check the mail. Art may be committed later in the day, but to be honest I am still calling it craft at this point.
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
Alien spam of the day, a variation on a theme from a few days ago:
Lofty bye, sentimental alternative other
Hence, the title.
The last two days have been gorgeous. Sunny. 70s. Still haven’t put the tomato and basil plants in the ground, though. Waiting for 1) a stretch of 70-degree days with no nighttime dips into the 40s, and 2) the special red plastic mulch I ordered that is supposed to be so good for tomato plants. I need to use some kind of mulch anyway in order to keep any blight spores that happen to be in the ground from splashing up onto the plants. It will be interesting to see whether this stuff works as advertised. In the meantime, I’ve moved the best of the sprouts to large plastic cups. The St Pierre tomato “seedlings” are damn near 10 inches tall and close to outgrowing the cups, so I hope that mulch arrives soon.
In preparation for planting, I emptied two years’ worth of stuff from the compost bin and spread it around the raised bed. My gosh, what lovely compost. Rich, earthy scent. Hard to believe that it used to be vegetable peels and coffee grounds. Maybe I’m easily impressed, but it is a pretty neat process.
Treated myself to a Peet’s Mothers Day Box again this year–Major Dickason’s Blend coffee plus Recchiuti fudge brownies. I figure being a dogmom counts. Best brownies I have ever had.
Happy Mothers Day to all Moms out there. I hope you get coffee and brownies. Or flowers and candy. Or love and thanks and something to make you sniffle.
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
Spam of the day
May. 8th, 2012 07:56 pmSpam adage of the day:
“We rarely think people have good sense unless they agree with us.”
Spam name of the day:
“Andromache McGuire”
It has a ring to it.
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
Whacked spam of the day
Feb. 18th, 2012 01:44 pm
Sounds like it would be a rlleay good book to give a new mum! How long have you been a vegetarian?
Dear Charles, I’m a Vietnam vtareen who counseled WWII POWs from Germany for many years. It’s a credit to your humanity that you choked a bit. The horrors are more than most people can imagine or stomach.
My hair is stuck in Chapter 8. ORANGE. Only this time it wasn’t sun-in (though it has been in the past).This time it’s ORANGE: when you dcdeie to stop dying your hair red. Cold turkey.
I think “my hair is stuck in Chapter 8.” is going to become my new byline.
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
Google thinks I’m an old man
Jan. 30th, 2012 09:15 pmEver since Google informed the world of their Grand Unification of the Privacy Policies, folks have been checking out their Google Ad Preferences and finding in many cases that Google is to pinpoint accuracy as an elephant is to a Chippendale sideboard.
Your Ad Preferences profile is not based on your Google profile—what you search, what you talk about in your Gmail, what you upload to YouTube. It’s based just on what you visit.
Well, I visit a hella lotta sites, and according to Google Ad Preferences, I am a man, age 55-64, with the following preferences:
Arts & Entertainment – Comics & Animation – Comics
Arts & Entertainment – Music & Audio
Arts & Entertainment – TV & Video – Online Video
Arts & Entertainment – TV & Video – TV Shows & Programs – TV Sci-Fi & Fantasy Shows
Games
News – Politics – Campaigns & Elections
People & Society – Subcultures & Niche Interests – Science Fiction & Fantasy
No fashion sites. It missed all the cooking blogs I visit. All the recipe sites. SF/F “subculture” (hate that word. sounds like something that grows under the shower benches) is right. Politics. But nothing about books or writing or animals. Travel. Science.
On the other hand, maybe I should be glad that it missed me so badly.
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
The Periodic Table of Storytelling
Dec. 30th, 2011 06:40 pmSomething marvelous, by way of Ed Yong.
Periodic Table of Storytelling by =ComputerSherpa on deviantART
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
Tearjerker Alert
Dec. 1st, 2011 07:44 pmSome beagles that lived their entire lives in lab cages taste freedom for the first time.
Have a tissue handy.
Thanks to JD Rhoades over at Facebook for the link
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
I’ve been pretty happy with Chrome these last few weeks. I have Opera in my hip pocket, but even though it seems as fast as Chrome, it crashed three times within the first hour of use. No major deal, since the pages came back after a click or two, but depending on what you happen to be doing it could be an issue.
Anyway, I found AdBlock for Chrome and downloaded it. It’s working well. If you Use Chrome or Safari, give Michael Gundlach’s AdBlock programs a try. They’re freeware, but he does ask for donations. Given the aggravation that all those damned ads can inflict, if you can afford to donate, please do.
Mirrored from Kristine Smith.
