tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79695714641499387442024-03-18T23:55:20.126-04:00Canis CreativDog vs. PhotographyTalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-24986251748793998982010-07-28T20:02:00.000-04:002010-07-28T20:02:20.694-04:00Day 185: Cabinet Keyholes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPndZ7Rp1fB_KsM_19JLQnrWCJU-QOp2MjIx90BPnRtzlp3zEpo8VrjH6Sh83aKHC5GlLVtKb59CoM7T7nD88C-70di8-SHVTvDhOJ1tS7KQA5spvq9DzD1I6U2vfoNccTcIh_fNlL1bmP/s1600/HNI_2146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPndZ7Rp1fB_KsM_19JLQnrWCJU-QOp2MjIx90BPnRtzlp3zEpo8VrjH6Sh83aKHC5GlLVtKb59CoM7T7nD88C-70di8-SHVTvDhOJ1tS7KQA5spvq9DzD1I6U2vfoNccTcIh_fNlL1bmP/s400/HNI_2146.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is really weird. Not only the fact that there are fake keyholes on all our cabinet handles, but that I hardly notice they've been there, I think, since we moved in almost 20 years ago. I mean, I'm sure I found them odd at first too, but living somewhere for years, that kind of thing just becomes normal. Anyway, I'm glad they're not real and that no one can lock up the tasty foods inside.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-13336219499780899202010-07-25T18:38:00.000-04:002010-07-25T18:38:34.058-04:00Day 184: Mancala<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmC3VWU7zMLwX6A6-Filw_STd6RLruNQo9f_v8LAMM0q4wmbPqHrmQuE8Cwrz3I1BjndrLzLb4ClCMrfJTLs19n0Z-IFrpbCAX4VEinSKYGPS_J1UC9UeRET36WX8rj3Liim6f4fXkjb0G/s1600/HNI_2142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmC3VWU7zMLwX6A6-Filw_STd6RLruNQo9f_v8LAMM0q4wmbPqHrmQuE8Cwrz3I1BjndrLzLb4ClCMrfJTLs19n0Z-IFrpbCAX4VEinSKYGPS_J1UC9UeRET36WX8rj3Liim6f4fXkjb0G/s400/HNI_2142.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A post! Yay! Mancala is a game I haven't played in... has to be almost a decade by now. Or it feels that long. I don't know if I ever actually enjoyed playing it. Every person I ever played it with played a different variation, so I was always kinda confused and never knew which was the "original" or most widely played version or which I should practice at. But I do like the board and pieces that look like colorful deformed marbles. Yay, swirly colors!</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-6784781076009760182010-07-20T23:59:00.000-04:002010-07-21T13:05:12.208-04:00Day 183: Giddyup!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXGw9RHngvaZprceL9sI_EfUNm4_a70WAUyLF-24U93jyenlmJn-bsIJm3hNNScaPVZkgG_DjWEMe_4NICSeUnedFldq2nqyTxEyhoHWHNTo9JfZ0bGlNqfV_NOtlGfXDEkUZDvPsJbHP/s1600/HNI_1288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXGw9RHngvaZprceL9sI_EfUNm4_a70WAUyLF-24U93jyenlmJn-bsIJm3hNNScaPVZkgG_DjWEMe_4NICSeUnedFldq2nqyTxEyhoHWHNTo9JfZ0bGlNqfV_NOtlGfXDEkUZDvPsJbHP/s320/HNI_1288.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Roary: "I AM NOT A HORSEY!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hooray! Day 183 means I've made a half a year of posts! *plays some inappropriately huge victory music*</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-13802016945775616612010-07-19T23:59:00.002-04:002010-07-20T09:04:45.869-04:00Day 182: Microscopic & Mysterious<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ye4nW5u7v67DrH7XMMQ_erVVw97aa-K-soyZ4_dxBxF1jBfNR7lSsp7q95MmRYFuZd4aJ1vdAbSB8RRs5hJ4mFXfeM40iK_IFPfaE-CxDPHrxOKXJEALJSkRwE5s4xLDXJ9IXlBpwxYz/s1600/HNI_1987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ye4nW5u7v67DrH7XMMQ_erVVw97aa-K-soyZ4_dxBxF1jBfNR7lSsp7q95MmRYFuZd4aJ1vdAbSB8RRs5hJ4mFXfeM40iK_IFPfaE-CxDPHrxOKXJEALJSkRwE5s4xLDXJ9IXlBpwxYz/s400/HNI_1987.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This morning, scientists discovered a new species of bacteria, most unusual due to its nucleus shaped like a lowercase "m". Much about them will remain a mystery, however, as an assistant mistook them for candy and devoured them on sight.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-10419715878300085152010-07-18T22:46:00.001-04:002010-07-18T23:17:42.397-04:00Day 181: DS Reflected<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fFSXJY7vYFCmbyyHqqCCSN3HNKoBOf7d5D-9xNlC2dPs2hwSTKKyIrzHHLV9GYmZCVN1cOEmh9GKWs760ytWk4BVjbv2dy2YMqpRqqnswRp3-BQPFhyPSfR7BW8uguDKcD8Lm3mF0-tI/s1600/HNI_2129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fFSXJY7vYFCmbyyHqqCCSN3HNKoBOf7d5D-9xNlC2dPs2hwSTKKyIrzHHLV9GYmZCVN1cOEmh9GKWs760ytWk4BVjbv2dy2YMqpRqqnswRp3-BQPFhyPSfR7BW8uguDKcD8Lm3mF0-tI/s400/HNI_2129.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my DS reflected on the back of a Hoagiefest button/badge/pin thing my brother gave me. Why? No idea, but I like how it looks. Why did my brother give me this thing? 'Cause I'm some kind of nutcase about the apparently annual Wawa Hoagiefest. It continues to come off as hilariously ridiculous to me and no one else. They have this mascot whose name, as far as I know, is the Hoagieman, and he's some one-man cartoon homage/parody of the Beatles. (My brother's coworkers came up with the name Flaps Jackson, which I think suits him perfectly, but I have no idea why.) It's just a big advertising campaign, but the message seems to be "peace, love, and harmony through sandwiches". Being a big fan of sandwiches, Wawa's in particular, this is a sentiment I can get behind. If only it were actually promoting that instead of discounted lunch/snack items.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Um, yeah. Please excuse the tangent. And sorry to anyone now craving a sandwich.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aaaand, now I'm craving a sandwich! Curses!<br />
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UPDATE: I have had a sandwich! It was good. </div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-86844611707800502262010-07-17T21:44:00.000-04:002010-07-17T21:44:39.659-04:00Day 180: Worms<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJg6Dqdpo0hueAo6GLBauXsw4HY00bFmWvtJLmxlhJ8o3X6lhnYM4NqAyXhCbKtVBffS5qnPgSG7srRdW4lbNHXVdgGo31d9FNa9nCj7KRja2NZ-66vMTG49y_7DeFnHdYxFoxVTj-ONU/s1600/HNI_2124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJg6Dqdpo0hueAo6GLBauXsw4HY00bFmWvtJLmxlhJ8o3X6lhnYM4NqAyXhCbKtVBffS5qnPgSG7srRdW4lbNHXVdgGo31d9FNa9nCj7KRja2NZ-66vMTG49y_7DeFnHdYxFoxVTj-ONU/s400/HNI_2124.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sour gummy worms! worm nom nom. Tasty colors!</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-74202789355332764202010-07-16T19:53:00.000-04:002010-07-16T19:53:43.720-04:00Day 179: Flowery Florida Fund<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeT9nMyhI4-RC1-AQiLakFTa5plxud0EZLpCiOWjW8TQsUM1ZW3we08G1cSQp6ViDJCu6006F772sxBXlzF_z7Ex69LuFUH4veFBySlDbW6tojpPpDaqFpUs-XaA5lzV1VDk0aSuz6vIG/s1600/HNI_2121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeT9nMyhI4-RC1-AQiLakFTa5plxud0EZLpCiOWjW8TQsUM1ZW3we08G1cSQp6ViDJCu6006F772sxBXlzF_z7Ex69LuFUH4veFBySlDbW6tojpPpDaqFpUs-XaA5lzV1VDk0aSuz6vIG/s400/HNI_2121.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Woo, jar o' coins. This is gonna pay for the road trip to and from my uncle's house in Florida. In theory. No one has made a very certain estimate at how much money will be in this once full.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Photos are falling behind too quickly now, so I'm leaving behind the missed days entirely. Unless I happen to take more good photos in one day that I can use. I mean, the days won't be accurate, but the number of photos to-date will be.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-77635896538052284062010-07-08T23:59:00.001-04:002010-07-13T19:44:50.321-04:00Day 178: Makeshift Monsters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mhaEpxrzhj8r8sKljkGmS3N_r88A4EYJ8tMxHzHqTpOdPs365EUC_M7Okr0Bx7HW52TSfa_6Q-wXbU6hzWp3BmI5v6caZbKNY_d8tJ8hWmQ037seUDqKI42DaRVExmBgKh3UgxphdO3V/s1600/HNI_1132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mhaEpxrzhj8r8sKljkGmS3N_r88A4EYJ8tMxHzHqTpOdPs365EUC_M7Okr0Bx7HW52TSfa_6Q-wXbU6hzWp3BmI5v6caZbKNY_d8tJ8hWmQ037seUDqKI42DaRVExmBgKh3UgxphdO3V/s400/HNI_1132.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Witness the exciting battle between the Pushermen warriors and the tribe of copper orcs led by the nefarious Quar'ter!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't think I'll ever be one to collect D&D miniatures. Not without a lot more money to waste, anyway. I'd love to run a battle where the players don't have to work their imaginations so hard just to keep up with the action. Using dice for trees is kind of a lot of lame. It would be awesome to pull off the kind of adventures Gabe from Penny Arcade runs. Oh, well. Someday, I hope.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-79018609324107055052010-07-07T23:59:00.001-04:002010-07-13T19:20:43.694-04:00Day 177: Gazebo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkWVvYzVH86tUneWPV_KqsWlR5LUfoCNnBF9k-HTo6-WSK_4xY8FJ0SJDYzN6yZlUF5AwWLdukjIFXsWBFfoROI3iir-a5Cd-HA130LrGsm84uH9kgTd6690gQa7tBbON0QaEaVpKekz5/s1600/HNI_1344.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkWVvYzVH86tUneWPV_KqsWlR5LUfoCNnBF9k-HTo6-WSK_4xY8FJ0SJDYzN6yZlUF5AwWLdukjIFXsWBFfoROI3iir-a5Cd-HA130LrGsm84uH9kgTd6690gQa7tBbON0QaEaVpKekz5/s400/HNI_1344.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gazebo is such a funny word. Gazebo, gazebo, gazebo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not sure I actually like this photo. It's a little plain. But whatever </div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-81117652268675401842010-07-06T23:59:00.001-04:002010-07-12T07:46:11.879-04:00Day 176: Leafs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuHXl_DMjwbF-DvVmNmWqpMvUVwyr0tZx_0w2XEQxNGFwRCxKWjVL0txaVtDs0XevPsVl2gui8QpRLdyMWzr4-QDM2XS8OoIJTxrf19pzXNIrKo2gZ1TQ2oi4VqpjGcQwioFw4MLABmps/s1600/HNI_2012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuHXl_DMjwbF-DvVmNmWqpMvUVwyr0tZx_0w2XEQxNGFwRCxKWjVL0txaVtDs0XevPsVl2gui8QpRLdyMWzr4-QDM2XS8OoIJTxrf19pzXNIrKo2gZ1TQ2oi4VqpjGcQwioFw4MLABmps/s400/HNI_2012.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-27797382360772830482010-07-05T23:59:00.001-04:002010-07-12T07:41:00.436-04:00Day 175: Teldrassil<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VZevbUzuKQ4MDntsIPJYiLDMng-vzKZM70MelQ0RKbmhoMO2nswKsaRfpaUqig6_cJ41njTHj41dhs8nB3DEfTgnBpAZB9R2_roc-HZLS2Gl54Knm405baR5_zgbGIAeensTzkQx4Z0Z/s1600/HNI_2042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VZevbUzuKQ4MDntsIPJYiLDMng-vzKZM70MelQ0RKbmhoMO2nswKsaRfpaUqig6_cJ41njTHj41dhs8nB3DEfTgnBpAZB9R2_roc-HZLS2Gl54Knm405baR5_zgbGIAeensTzkQx4Z0Z/s400/HNI_2042.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">World of Warcraft on an HDTV. Yesssss.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-50068781581385380262010-07-04T23:59:00.002-04:002010-07-10T15:50:57.351-04:00Day 174: Initials<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4ici1btx9InFtHYwK_0j4O6VHlOWEAL9BQj6eNI3G6Nug2rl0JzLXvI5esNhCt4-10_hyphenhyphenipBE10TdiCbYgfGvG_-8mEK85h-hc9dp-PcnrR0wRy6cobdVTqMmb7eFw3d2ulFgQBvhUGI/s1600/HNI_2094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4ici1btx9InFtHYwK_0j4O6VHlOWEAL9BQj6eNI3G6Nug2rl0JzLXvI5esNhCt4-10_hyphenhyphenipBE10TdiCbYgfGvG_-8mEK85h-hc9dp-PcnrR0wRy6cobdVTqMmb7eFw3d2ulFgQBvhUGI/s400/HNI_2094.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This kinda thing makes me think. And wonder. Whose initials are they? How old were its authors? Was their relationship half as permanent as this writing? What if they broke up badly, and this statement of love is now just a bitter reminder of failure and betrayal? Or what if they stay together and grow old? Maybe I'm thinking too much. I probably wouldn't put half as much thought into it if I actually knew the couple.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-72562969499162925932010-07-03T23:59:00.006-04:002010-07-10T15:09:58.973-04:00Day 173: The Bombs Bursting in Air<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEsRkbWSYI3pGQLcNX8TTzCQggXiA-gYDWl8w_GJgPvJtmvtMWtFtsqQWySR66S3dTTVcWO6xhYI-fdL3Gmu1Kv3L6cECd0eqGUb7Fs8Pb1Ae9V18nNf2HB-lUU9LP21SqukYDS1zVY7Xp/s1600/HNI_2107.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEsRkbWSYI3pGQLcNX8TTzCQggXiA-gYDWl8w_GJgPvJtmvtMWtFtsqQWySR66S3dTTVcWO6xhYI-fdL3Gmu1Kv3L6cECd0eqGUb7Fs8Pb1Ae9V18nNf2HB-lUU9LP21SqukYDS1zVY7Xp/s320/HNI_2107.png" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Ahh, finally. My DSi has power again! And I have a week to catch up on. So after this post is gonna be older ones until I'm caught up.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yay, fireworks! Our town has them a day early for some reason. None of my photos of them came out very sharp, but there's enough shape and shiny in this one to be interesting.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-14879275941547359452010-07-02T23:59:00.001-04:002010-07-03T10:06:52.123-04:00Day 172: Universe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9V5QNqBBY5MUqhd45ZT5-hNHp_WTJt3aXbneyKICv2zoWGZkDMc0oqIz-hhIXz-Ou0w5ZcdKD8Cmh4xR_5iwR0JUWYr4eKz3QHi3VfsF-knl95Nk4A_2Bpb3K6aF_b9_l-s5LP_eKodx/s1600/HNI_2088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9V5QNqBBY5MUqhd45ZT5-hNHp_WTJt3aXbneyKICv2zoWGZkDMc0oqIz-hhIXz-Ou0w5ZcdKD8Cmh4xR_5iwR0JUWYr4eKz3QHi3VfsF-knl95Nk4A_2Bpb3K6aF_b9_l-s5LP_eKodx/s400/HNI_2088.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a perfect model of the whole universe, complete with black holes. Any resemblance to a bowling ball is purely coincidental. And look, a message from aliens! I think it means someone named Einusa is mad.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-39356995553569875772010-07-01T23:59:00.000-04:002010-07-02T07:50:29.764-04:00Day 171: The Last Bite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUjjVTv9RgGHWJJ86OCc85m0GPaGugIm0jWkkA3e9CZa7PklJwxHPCeudx774Oemkh2jNOuXd0jSG6idmukYh8SFMnsmD4p3-jjSFJ3pi446i5oON3dJXazTS3MUDe9A2Cb4VXYZdPiZH/s1600/HNI_2099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUjjVTv9RgGHWJJ86OCc85m0GPaGugIm0jWkkA3e9CZa7PklJwxHPCeudx774Oemkh2jNOuXd0jSG6idmukYh8SFMnsmD4p3-jjSFJ3pi446i5oON3dJXazTS3MUDe9A2Cb4VXYZdPiZH/s400/HNI_2099.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Or the last two bites, if this isn't bite-size to you.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The last of my breakfast-for-dinner-at-breakfast-time. Erm. Yeah, my sleep's been pretty off. So I'm not even counting this as a cheat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Them were good waffles.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-7191525975922146922010-06-30T18:30:00.000-04:002010-06-30T18:30:28.544-04:00Day 170: Slice of Nature<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAt3ZrZsn2fNQcBVgrSBLzENASiNOiQn7NHD5E7kNThxIWMj24G_baBlgZ6CGKplXeqkAT0y9iVgUPMkHgQkPYIQzAFb56AmfYBTQJWbrIBgv1phk1WdQFFh09pMAIueXKmERa65yyb3hn/s1600/HNI_2089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAt3ZrZsn2fNQcBVgrSBLzENASiNOiQn7NHD5E7kNThxIWMj24G_baBlgZ6CGKplXeqkAT0y9iVgUPMkHgQkPYIQzAFb56AmfYBTQJWbrIBgv1phk1WdQFFh09pMAIueXKmERa65yyb3hn/s400/HNI_2089.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I titled this "Slice of Nature" because this was taken in a narrow section of trees wedged in between the train tracks and some apartment buildings. If I turned to the right, you'd see apartments behind fence and barbed wire. To the left (and over a little hill thing) and you have rails, busted up concrete that I think used to be parking, with litter scattered around, and more apartment buildings. It's nice to have this little break from the bricks, trash, satellite TV dishes, and paranoia.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-9460469201528113302010-06-29T21:40:00.000-04:002010-06-29T21:40:03.808-04:00Day 169: Crooked Clock<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7xwZ6mJVwSENgYG9LQuQOqG0wggiS6m_0Bu6tGDqe5HaSqzzCXaS1sAJrr4Tl7WaI7Id4OnVxoiK4cUd3YbeG1OQQUux1Mpkcy_KWV4LLltnw5PkJ5bn3VFFTq4dMtw5yCtx7oY_oTnA/s1600/HNI_2087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7xwZ6mJVwSENgYG9LQuQOqG0wggiS6m_0Bu6tGDqe5HaSqzzCXaS1sAJrr4Tl7WaI7Id4OnVxoiK4cUd3YbeG1OQQUux1Mpkcy_KWV4LLltnw5PkJ5bn3VFFTq4dMtw5yCtx7oY_oTnA/s400/HNI_2087.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why is it crooked? 'Cause it's a dirty rotten liar. This photo was taken at 7:56, not 11:20. Fortunately, no one uses this clock. I don't actually know why it's still plugged in.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-70959254113262258692010-06-28T23:59:00.001-04:002010-06-29T21:26:45.330-04:00Day 168: Kaleidoscopic III: Return of the Lazy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Ri3fYZeIKL5JLN9idepo9pb5GaLaIVWeAuvXyuUrUryoNPhX7Hlr2H7UXBL9fr1dgX8aLdRxea4G5YtG27jYKqgo_UCXC269m4fX1VYz9j3X1uJozawLSyffVC9nX2ytEeLhfgEd4mAy/s1600/HNI_1935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Ri3fYZeIKL5JLN9idepo9pb5GaLaIVWeAuvXyuUrUryoNPhX7Hlr2H7UXBL9fr1dgX8aLdRxea4G5YtG27jYKqgo_UCXC269m4fX1VYz9j3X1uJozawLSyffVC9nX2ytEeLhfgEd4mAy/s400/HNI_1935.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I like nifty patterns.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-78549416564408373552010-06-27T23:59:00.000-04:002010-06-28T20:39:22.332-04:00Day 167: Claw<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrmhQ_9eG5SWTg_z8qtGA_uTxNfYBq8zReoE1_onetRjxO-HiGF_606ajSTrkFTSjkLUARQEsN27br6Yqknhm2YDaW-PP5SnjadkOclK6iC1sv6Xu3X5YsX9k_igTbPuNDPK1V8VWLeAZ/s1600/HNI_2084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrmhQ_9eG5SWTg_z8qtGA_uTxNfYBq8zReoE1_onetRjxO-HiGF_606ajSTrkFTSjkLUARQEsN27br6Yqknhm2YDaW-PP5SnjadkOclK6iC1sv6Xu3X5YsX9k_igTbPuNDPK1V8VWLeAZ/s400/HNI_2084.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Item number NUS-005. Alien claw recovered from crater in Arizona.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The translucent green skin and electronic implants match those found on previous subjects.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Recommend hooking up to system #64 for analysis.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-61350149254279816262010-06-26T23:59:00.001-04:002010-06-27T17:16:07.407-04:00Day 166: Branches<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmgWjKyx3cuzujLoPhQd8tHNw45b4I4ZDiHh8Iku6Ed5vyqVd_Baf6d6T8OR2Q4d-3I16GSybeHPC2ipHEY-I7xe5vevsDqc_SAcoryffQMqXrIhFxZp7lWZ_ouwz4RJF8raBn85UOnJv/s1600/HNI_1446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmgWjKyx3cuzujLoPhQd8tHNw45b4I4ZDiHh8Iku6Ed5vyqVd_Baf6d6T8OR2Q4d-3I16GSybeHPC2ipHEY-I7xe5vevsDqc_SAcoryffQMqXrIhFxZp7lWZ_ouwz4RJF8raBn85UOnJv/s400/HNI_1446.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-8071554293703636702010-06-25T23:59:00.002-04:002010-06-27T16:53:57.514-04:00Day 165: Kaleidoscopic II: Revenge of the Late Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_OFMrCFQEXS_FsvDXWepknCmEJmqZyfEStMZhOJ40y3Bx-syOo8UIK0pqaO3yRgFBd67-Y4xRAwx7KQISqJqQUWvynyaZecVShr2KFxb4vdxaf7f8XFNBLCBtF21BDFo90p1BdAT_mV9/s1600/HNI_1934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_OFMrCFQEXS_FsvDXWepknCmEJmqZyfEStMZhOJ40y3Bx-syOo8UIK0pqaO3yRgFBd67-Y4xRAwx7KQISqJqQUWvynyaZecVShr2KFxb4vdxaf7f8XFNBLCBtF21BDFo90p1BdAT_mV9/s400/HNI_1934.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-56236175430382438872010-06-24T23:59:00.001-04:002010-06-27T16:30:18.633-04:00Day 164: DOG!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWlakBSX2eEaXrUyieJePq0vWIHn9qZpwaOvO4bA0g4Jw6G4GOw-F_dG5UmhD8gj3IG_GZlDPsB0PTQeNP15r58QlN0HdTSDlYe76mI8EzgQmKvsoucORTMIdpJy-WrXRWz4CNXvcs2Mvo/s1600/HNI_2081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWlakBSX2eEaXrUyieJePq0vWIHn9qZpwaOvO4bA0g4Jw6G4GOw-F_dG5UmhD8gj3IG_GZlDPsB0PTQeNP15r58QlN0HdTSDlYe76mI8EzgQmKvsoucORTMIdpJy-WrXRWz4CNXvcs2Mvo/s320/HNI_2081.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">DOG!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I like this shirt. Though it's a little faded now. Designed by one Sir Grishny the Orc Mage.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-26853099708001664312010-06-23T23:59:00.000-04:002010-06-24T20:57:30.610-04:00Day 163: Random Napkin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge91ku0AVaBOzFqBOStmC3eTIbrVjDUn2XDNTIe-rhKPH6LtBLQbVhKIvSXndLQnCoJ_Sfum6pMC8i0T0G48Jq8j4dNsUCvfiObYHM3KmI4kCNJzVHlk5duuL08DyukH3mCQf3nTAzToU-/s1600/HNI_1700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge91ku0AVaBOzFqBOStmC3eTIbrVjDUn2XDNTIe-rhKPH6LtBLQbVhKIvSXndLQnCoJ_Sfum6pMC8i0T0G48Jq8j4dNsUCvfiObYHM3KmI4kCNJzVHlk5duuL08DyukH3mCQf3nTAzToU-/s320/HNI_1700.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My photos are weird. This is a light through a napkin. There was something about the texture I really liked. I dunno.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-27587357155625297732010-06-22T23:59:00.000-04:002010-06-23T16:51:16.279-04:00Day 162: Chocolate Glazed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMVZPqUhLHi8f155ca8iZHbd32of9l4FcJ_ajPAPWHa7Cf9dbwAhkuGnqyohp2T3YcxZ7_Ux5nKUpLaxtTAE1pkdPYTHSzjZSHciqmuflehwedrwM3BDBu_aK7wWwDbUbo-emMbzMV-cg/s1600/HNI_1699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMVZPqUhLHi8f155ca8iZHbd32of9l4FcJ_ajPAPWHa7Cf9dbwAhkuGnqyohp2T3YcxZ7_Ux5nKUpLaxtTAE1pkdPYTHSzjZSHciqmuflehwedrwM3BDBu_aK7wWwDbUbo-emMbzMV-cg/s400/HNI_1699.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hmm. Makes me think. What's the subject of the photo? The donut or the hole?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wonder what Homer Simpson would say.</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969571464149938744.post-17427242247347513192010-06-21T23:59:00.001-04:002010-06-22T04:56:25.444-04:00Day 161: Arceus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qXunx_Y1awB3lsZKyd2JF7U22r6wzjoeW_IdyGsNc0gvllDZGsTrYx2MbCLZBhoOL7jOzwpqDji6pevExatFFNHa4Upj4gTTP-19bvqw6TXEDRbAJFQk2_RlyRjwUgGelWmP-YlhGsMP/s1600/HNI_1690.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qXunx_Y1awB3lsZKyd2JF7U22r6wzjoeW_IdyGsNc0gvllDZGsTrYx2MbCLZBhoOL7jOzwpqDji6pevExatFFNHa4Upj4gTTP-19bvqw6TXEDRbAJFQk2_RlyRjwUgGelWmP-YlhGsMP/s400/HNI_1690.png" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And on the 4947th day, Arceus created the lands of Kanto and Johto.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Again.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And it was shiny.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I haven't been playing Pokemon as much as before, but I'm still on the great Pokedex completion mission. Last I checked, I was in the 320s or so out of 493. Darn good, I think.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, this is a figurine of Arceus, The Original One. Apparently the creator of the entire Pokemon universe, which I find a little odd. If you're lucky enough, and I'm not, you were able to get Arceus for your in-game collection from some sort of Toys'R'Us promo. Which is basically like keeping God in a ball in your pocket. (Which reminds me of summon materia. But that's a completely different game.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ugh. I dunno. I hate that Nintendo/GameFreak puts things like this in the games and (usually) makes you attend events, miles and miles away, just to complete one of the game's major goals. And in some cases, these event pokemon don't get released outside Japan. The least they could do is release them over wi-fi, without any limit on dates available, but no, I guess they're not in the business of making paying customers happy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Erm.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, besides all that, the game is still fun. If Arceus and the other event pokemon hadn't existed in the first place, the game would essentially be exactly the same for those of us who aren't insane enough to drive for hours just for that scrap of data. I just wish they'd be a little more fair about it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Incidentally, if anyone reading this wants to lend me some event pokemon over wi-fi, leave a comment with an email address, and we can exchange friend codes and whatever. Even if this post is months old by the time you read it. I'll probably have something worthwhile to offer.)</div>TalkingDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490318033928996487noreply@blogger.com0