Your Source for 'Ff'lo

It was a few weeks ago---Brenda Bender, for 25¢, at Saint Whoever's up on t'other side of the bridge:

 

Happy Spring, everyone! Here's what's on my feets today (Jewelz, my socks & T-shirt match):



Moreover, look what I got yesterday with some more of my Ace Barnes gift card:

 
MY NEW RAKE --- 20th March 2006

I'm ready now, Mr. DeMille! Bring it on, putative President! Hit me with your best shot, Mistress Benatar! Either that, or let this spirit stay with me until the season really comes along. Or let it go away & come back then. At least for a little.

... so more pictures to come. Here's one I like with the Humphster, for starters:



Which icon from it is better?

    (A)           (B)

I like his footsplay making it into (A), but (B) seems to me to have better faces. Oh, the challenge of 100 pixels by 100 pixels.

No, shmizla, I still haven't looked in on that wedding porn:  I've got some alumni magazine wedding porn to share.

I'd almost tossed the latest copy of my little liberal arts college's glossy update (after my usual glance at the news on folks from the mid-'80's), but then I noticed that our old writing guy had done a piece on Ginsberg's visit to the campus, and I set it aside to read.

That piece was okay, but what I really loved was among the displays of baby and wedding pictures. Those displays in my college's publication are ordinarily especially annoying because of what a homogeny of shiny happy "beautiful" well-to-do white people usually appear in them:


(I've blocked their eyes with circles instead of black box-y lines cuz the latter actually made 'em look a bit cool, in a DEVO kinda way.)

So I was paging contemptuously along among pix like that, and then, lo!, I experienced one of those rare cases of love at first sight when my eyes landed on
( this fine group )

!
Aren't they marvelous? Those are some wedding people I could totally party with. They look like more fun than just about anybody on the freakin' planet, let alone at my old school. I keep thinking about writing to them through the alumni office to profess my effusive ebullient exuberence of el-oh-vee-ee love. I love every single person in the picture! I swear to Whoever, I do; I do.

There was also ( this same-sex couple to celebrate seeing in the rag, ) even though one of them's an evil Yankee fan, and thus usually not to be celebrated on any level but the Schadenfreude-ich.

My work desktop has this background right now:


                                                                                               pic by squirrelykat
---but the season's about over. Can't find any of upsidedownblue's pix from the Badlands trip on my hard drive, so my favorite winter desktop image isn't readily available to switch to.

Whatcha'll got on your desktops?

 
         

             

( more behind here )

About time! Here's me and S, by J:

   

( J & L by S, and J Blingy, behind here )

More to follow.

Yes, it's dead relative time again, only I'm not so sure Uncle Orville is dead. Orville remarried after my great aunt Dora died, and his new wife didn't want him to stay in touch with any of her family. He was a campus cop at Emporia State, and probably 20+ years younger than Dora, the strict old school teacher. (Speculation about their relationship still fascinates me.) Orville & Dora had a zillion outdoor cats running around the place, often under the porch where the lattice work was---cats were pretty mysterious to me back then. They also had a refrigerator with the freezer on the bottom, opened by stepping on a pedal. Very cool.

Orville had a John Deere tractor my brother loved to ride on, and so I did, too, but even more I loved his dog, Rover, and that Rover's name was Rover. And I loved the funny (and a little scary) long low barn with straw in it. And the fact that every time he came to see us in Manhattan he gave me & my brother each a JFK half dollar. Oh---and that he taught me how to do those sliding-number or -letter puzzles he loved so well. You know the kind. Slide the boxes around to restore order, or make a picture, or achieve some other goal (though Orville's were always letters or numbers, usually with a lot of blocks/tiles---like, 30ish or so---and well made of plastic, with tight action, and smoothly lubed). (This page has some sliding block puzzle action, if you've got the plug-in.) Having been paying attention to what was stymieing me, Uncle O showed me a trick, and I got it, and that was great. For all the thinky types in our clan, it's odd how rare that sort of moment was in my experience. An affable good guy, he was and maybe is!

At one point I tried to convince my friends that Orville's last name was also Orville, and that, in fact, his middle name was Orville, too. Alas, it was not true. Orville was (or is) a Swender.