RCA Test Pattern

“I don’t know, it’s a movie about Indians, but it’s really boring.”

“Hey man, that’s not a movie, man. That’s a test pattern, man!”

“Far out.”


My phone is stupid.

Tell me: HOW am I supposed to call ANY number which I only know by letters? The stupid number pad on my phone doesn’t look like a regular telephone pad that we’ve all been looking at for the past millions of years, because it doesn’t have all the letters of the alphabet printed on the numbers 1 through 9.

There are several phone numbers I call regularly, but can no longer call easily without looking up the actual NUMBERS… Here’s a list of places that I’m going to have to program into my phone:

The bank.

The pizza place up the street from my house.

Admittedly, it’s a  very short list. But it’s a major pain in the ass. This phone reboots itself every 2 days, the battery dies too quickly, it doesn’t save my call logs properly, every few days it deletes all my emails unless I specifically TELL it to save them once they’ve been read…


Crackberry, Crackberry.

Mymy, Look how far we’ve come…

With nearly a hundred years of photography behind us, with the switch to digital we’ve all gone a bit insane… This is how my dad rigged up the camera for our family photo. Lovely, but it worked!!!

What a mess

My hair needs to be cut, or dyed, or brushed, or SOMETHING. It’s such a mess. There are 2 giant mattes in it: one at the back, that I’m SURE comes from sleeping with wet hair, and one on the side that seems to be forming into a an inch-wide clump.

It doesn’t even look like a stylized mess, which I could pass off as being some weird look I had been going for, and successfully achieved. It just looks like rats have been suckin’ on it. (Thanks Mrs. Clark…)

I have two options:

1) Wash it, brush it out, and use leave in conditioner and a flat-iron as crutches, or

2) Forget it, and maybe in a year I’ll deal with it.


Neither option seems very attractive, so I think I’ll just pray for snow and put on a winter hat.