Just for the record, I think it’s really stupid to call yourself evil. Even if I didn’t, I still don’t think I would qualify as anything like evil- at worst I’m chaotic neutral.
I know I haven’t used it recently, but I just uploaded one metric tonne (that’s about 12 photographs to all you laymen) to my deviantART. I did this because I realize that separating the what from the chaff, especially in my cemetery photo gallery, can be a little hard around here sometimes.
Anyway, those are my favorite photographs, at least out of the stuff near the top of my mental stack. If nothing else, at least they will get more exposure this way! I’m pretty sure someone besides me has got to like them :)
From Claudine, via Linuxchix Live:
Go through the list. Tick everything you have or have done. If you can tick 40 or more, you’re spoiled.(x) your own cell phone
() a television in your bedroom
(x) an iPod
() a photo printer
() your own phone line
() TiVo or a generic digital video recorder
(x) high-speed internet access (i.e., not dialup)
() a surround sound system in bedroom
(x) DVD player in bedroom (I’m counting my computer, because I use it to watch DVDs)
() at least a hundred DVDs (I only have about 90)
() a childfree bathroom
() your own in-house office
() a pool
() a guest house
() a game room
() a queen-size bed
() a stocked bar
(x) a working dishwasher
(x) an icemaker
(x) a working washer and dryer
(x) more than 20 pairs of shoes
() at least ten things from a designer store
() expensive sunglasses
(x) framed original art (not lithographs or prints) (hey, I have something a friend painted for me)
() Egyptian cotton sheets or towels
(x) a multi-speed bike
() a gym membership
() large exercise equipment at home
() your own set of golf clubs
() a pool table
() a tennis court
(x) local access to a lake, large pond, or the sea
() your own pair of skis
() enough camping gear for a weekend trip in an isolated area
() a boat
() a jet ski
() a neighborhood committee membership
() a beach house or a vacation house/cabin
() wealthy family members
(x) two or more family cars
() a walk-in closet or pantry
(x) a yard
() a hammock
() a personal trainer
(x) good credit
() expensive jewelry
() a designer bag that required being on a waiting list to get
() at least $100 cash in your possession right now
(x) more than two credit cards bearing your name (not counting gas cards or debit cards)
() a stock portfolio
(x) a passport
() a horse
() a trust fund (either for you or created by you)
() private medical insurance
(x) a college degree, and no outstanding student loansDo you:
(x) shop for non-needed items for yourself (like clothes, jewelry, electronics) at least once a week
(x) do your regular grocery shopping at high-end or specialty stores (*cough* greenstar)
() pay someone else to clean your house, do dishes, or launder your clothes (not counting dry-cleaning)
(x) go on weekend mini-vacations
() send dinners back with every flaw
() wear perfume or cologne (not body spray)
() regularly get your hair styled or nails done in a salon
() have a job but don’t need the money OR
() stay at home with little financial sacrifice
() pay someone else to cook your meals
() pay someone else to watch your children or walk your dogs
() regularly pay someone else to drive you
() expect a gift after you fight with your partnerAre you:
(x) an only child
() married/partnered to a wealthy person
(x) baffled/surprised when you don’t get your wayHave you:
() been on a cruise
(x) traveled out of the country (kinda… Canada’s almost another country)
(x) met a celebrity
() been to the Caribbean
() been to Europe
() BEEN TO HONG KONG
() been to Hawaii
(x) been to New York
() eaten at the space needle in Seattle
() been to the Mall of America
() been on the Eiffel tower in Paris
() been on the Statue of Liberty in New York
() moved more than three times because you wanted to
() dined with local political figures
(x) been to both the Atlantic coast and the Pacific coastDid you:
() go to another country for your honeymoon
() hire a professional photographer for your wedding or party
() take riding or swimming lessons as a child
() attend private school
() have a Sweet 16 birthday party thrown for you
25, by my count. Make that 26.
I’m back in Ithaca after a weekend of travel, insufficient sleep, talks, and cemeteries. At least there were cemeteries (see: boneyard the first boneyard the second), even if they were a bit over-touristy and unfriendly (no leaving the paths, and no grave rubbings). At least I didn’t lget quite so many stares wandering around taking pictures! I didn’t find any loose bones this time, though I did find a dead bird and a Peter look-(and act)-alike.
The FSF associate member meeting, ostensibly the reason for my taking the trip, probably wasn’t worth the trip, in and of itself. I did get to meet a few interesting people, including a gothic guy named William (which I really didn’t expect at all, despite the nontrivial goth-geek overlap), but I didn’t find the talks particularly engaging. I think that may partially be on account of me feeling particularly jaded at the moment, though- hope for a non-dystopic (or non-apocalyptic) future is simply not something I’m ready to have at the moment; and I find “We can do it!” pep talks only depressing.
The trip was worth it mostly for the chance to wander around town today. I even took quite a few non-cemetery pictures, for the less morbidly and/or historically inclined. I’ll probably go to the meeting again next year just to hang out in Boston again the day after. There won’t even need to be cemeteries involved (though they’re nice) :)
As is not terribly unexpected, we jinxed our car ride back by commenting on how Mitch had gotten a good deal on his $500 15 year old used car, that had so far needed only a trivial amount of money in repairs. Not long thereafter, the battery light came on, and Mitch pulled off the highway. Immediately after pulling into a gas station, the car died entirely. It could have been worse- we could have still been on the interstate, with 15 miles until the next exit! We got it towed, got a cab to the Albany airport, and rented a car; making it back to Ithaca around midnight.
