Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Secret of YouTube

I have come to the realization that in order to become famous on You Tube, you either have to be atrociously awful, or fantastically talented.

ahem... I'm thinking of a certain day of the week... and a color.
I think you know.

There is no middle ground.

This, however, is mostly original and completely amazing

Friday, April 29, 2011

A Rainbow Snowcone

"Russell was my teacher, and Russell explained color theory to me."
       Henry Matisse. (famous art dude)

....apparently he didn't do a very good job.

Either that, or his teacher was this guy.

In that case, he did quite well for himself.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Umbrella Romanticism

Umbrellas are awesome. They have a certain melancholic charm that's irresistible.

I found these pictures on google images whilst looking for a pciture for something else.

I was going to try and incorporate them in to a witty blog post, but since one is not coming to mind and I want to share them with you, I'm just posting them.

I don't know what else to say other, than that I love them.

When Marriage is the Epitome of Awkward

Getting married on April 1st would be the epitome of awkward, because something like this would happen:

and seriously? Where in the world do you find a basket that huge??

probably Iowa.

Not only would the day of your wedding be one entire joke, whenever your anniversary rolled around there'd be that ONE guy who thinks he's hilariously original and comes up with a line like: "Which 'fool' fell for who???" Am I right????"

If you're gonna married on that inagural day of April you might as well just do what this couple did and go for the cheese effect.

cheesy pun intended!


 It is a well known fact that if you exist in a movie (and sometimes in real life) when you walk under a flickering street light, you will probably get stabbed in the throat.

Happy thought, I know. But one time it actually happened to me.

Well, only the first part.....

I didn't get stabbed.

His pleasure

"I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure."
- Eric Liddell

Olympian and missionary for Christ.

I echo that thought, but in a different way.
I will never be a runner.

However, I do believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me a musician. And when I make that music, I feel His pleasure.


 I heard a song on the radio recently, with lyrics similar to this quote. I can't remember the artist, or the song title.... only this one sentiment.

"Blessings don't always come in the sunshine, sometimes they come with the rain." 

I thought it very fitting with all the difficult things happening around me, to those that I love. What a good reminder.

Romans 8:28
"And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose."

Hebrew 12:11-15
 For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it. Therefore, lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees, and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be put out of joint but rather be healed. Strive for peace with everyone, and for the holiness without which no one will see the Lord. See to it that no one fails to obtain the grace of God; that no “root of bitterness” springs up and causes trouble, and by it many become defiled;

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


In the world of art, there are very few movements that are as exciting and awkward as surrealism. In that world, anything goes, and it doesn't have to make any logical sense.
The juxtapositions and possibilities are endless, thereby supplying a great amount a freedom, but on the other hand, you might just end up with some really wacked out stuff.
For someone (like myself) who enjoys looking at things in opposite ways, it appeals to that small medium sized, oddball part of me.
Don't get me wrong, there are many other styles that I very much prefer, but this is what my art class is studying this week and I thought I'd share.

This is by Meret Oppenheim

So weird.
But oddly facinating.

I believe this is entitled "The Pianist" but I feel like Anne of Green Gables and want call it "On the Wings of Imagination"

These last few photos are works of Vladimir Kush. I love how they bring up such an opposite perspective of such normal things.

Also, I love his titles of his pieces almost as much as the art itself, which rarely happens.

Sunrise By the Ocean

Breakfast on the Lake

Fish in the City

Treasure Island

 African Sonata

Eye of the Needle

Fauna in La Mancha

Omaha fun?

Facebook. What is wrong you and your ads?
Either that, or someone hates Omaha and is trying to blackmail us by creating these pieces of ridiculousnesses.

first there was this.

But now this?

I personally would try to die before something like that happened to my hands.

Claws much?

The 16th President

From a very early age I had a minor infatuation with Abraham Lincoln.
He was just. so. awesome.

I also always wondered what he would have looked like in "real life"
Well here you go.
I was amazed.

(via 22words)

Let Us Sing Songs of Praise

This is one of my all time favorite passages of scripture. When all seems topsy-tury in my heart, this is where I love to go.
Music is such a gift, and I love re-realizing that fact through out my week. What praise we should give to our great God not only for who He is, but also for providing such a means of worship!

Psalm 95:1-7
1 Oh come, let us sing to the Lord;
let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation!
2 Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving;
let us make a joyful noise to him with songs of praise!
3 For the Lord is a great God,
and a great King above all gods.
4 In his hand are the depths of the earth;
the heights of the mountains are his also.
5 The sea is his, for he made it,
and his hands formed the dry land.

6 Oh come, let us worship and bow down;
let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker!
7 For he is our God,
and we are the people of his pasture,
and the sheep of his hand.

A Post.

photo by Benjamen Chinn
I begin a lot of my posts by apologizing..... sorry about that.

oh snap.

Now I've turned into that person, apologizing for apologizing.

May you grant your forgiveness and we can put this all behind us, like it never happened.
now on to other things.

The reason I was apolo-- I mean expressing remorse, was for my lack of posting. It has been quite some time since anything of note has popped into my brain, (thus, no posts) and I am completely convinced that I suffer from:

Seasonal Affective Disorder


Can it be true?
Indeed, I am living proof that it does exist.
This last month or 100 years, ( I can't remember which) of grey and rainy weather has taken its toll. Seriously.
It is so hard to function when all you want to do is curl up like a cat and take a nap till the sun comes out.
Have no fear though, I am determined to conquer it.

As soon as I'm done with this last nap.

Saturday, April 23, 2011


I've had another lapse of bloggerly laziness..... here's an awesome pic to keep you entertained till tomorrow, when my motivation will (perhaps?) return.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Fluffy Nerd Shapes

School has fried my brain like an egg, or chicken.... or onion ring.
And sadly, in my case, the end result is 100% less delicious.

I'm desperate.

I want to post something delightful that will charm and enrapture your funny bone like a feather on a baby's nose, but that is not going to be the case. If you are disappointed and want to leave, click here.

If you decided to stay, then congratulations!! win... nothing. (except perhaps the knowledge that you made the better choice.)

Back on topic.
Whenever this happens, (the effect of my brain being cooked in oil by scholastic and educational hierarchy) but I still want to post for you lovely readers who humor me and my rambling, I have learned to do a google image search of the first word that pops into my head.

Usually I get at least semi-interesting results that I can morph somehow into a post.
(That is how thisthis and this fiasco happened.)

Being sleep deprived, but feeling cozy, I typed in the word "pillow"

Never before has the result been this stunning.

Here you are:

                         I thought this was fitting as the first image

For you computer nerds, (myself included)

For those who are nerdier still, the Design Nerds (again... myself included)

                               iPhone users

                        For those who just can't bear to grow up

                         Don't get me wrong, I like sushi,
                         but enough to snuggle my face in it?
                         please. no

For the winsome and romantic.... Scrabble player?

Monday, April 18, 2011

Tax Day

Did you get you taxes done? I would imagine so... you probably got them done weeks ago.

Well I was...... I mean my superhero mom, was doing mine for me (while I watched) all weekend up until this afternoon. For whatever reason, they happened to be GINORMOUSLY confusing and just a pain in the foot.

Even though I just happened to be looking over her shoulder, this is how I felt:

Long story short, instead of owing over $500, I'll actually be getting enough back to buy a coffee or three for my mother, who is the bees knees.

And just for the record, if United States Department of Revenue truly has accuracy as their goal, they should rename the 1040EZ form to 1040EZ.jk

The magic of the Interweb.

I recently took a look at the stats for my blog and saw this:

The idea that people alllll over the world can see and read what I have to say just blows my mind.

So, thank you dear readers from Iran, Singapore, Canada, India, New Zealand, Russia, Denmark, Malaysia, and Qatar.
You just made my day. :)

Unicorn Tidings

 98% of my posts are originated by a picture I happen to see on google images.
This no exception.
I couldn't pass it up.

One day, I was riding my pet unicorn, Sprinklefingers, down a polka-dot road to the G.L.I.T.T.E.R. convention, when we were approached by a herd of cupboard gnomes. They giggled with glee at the sight of Sprinklefingers and his purple hooves and promptly sang a song of everlasting friendship. Cupcakes were tossed willy-nilly, and all were happy and glad. Our joy was short-lived, however, when we were beset upon by a hoard of terrible lemon flavored ladybugs wielding spoons. Quaking in fear, we joined hands and hoof, and spun in a violent circle. Much abashed by this surprisng show of organized circulation, the tart insects fell back, clapping their wings in a frenzy and twittering loudly for all to hear. In a forest nearby, high up in the grape and tomato trees, the penguins cackled in delight, cheering for more. They, however, were left disappointed. Utterly defeated, the lemonlady bugs skittered away, never to be seen or tasted again.
Sprinklefingers and I continued on our way, singing and knitting, with joy in our hearts, overflowing with gratefulness to our cupboard-gnome friends for their quick thinking.

I typed every word that immediately came to mind, and that's what happened. Welcome to my brain.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Lazy Post

This is quite adorable an d bears sharing, so here you go:
(I just copied the article from, but for the actual link go here)

   'When you are blind, you imagine how people look. Not by touching their face or gauging their  height, but by their voice, and the kind of person they are. That's what helps you form a picture. I  realize now I can see that those pictures aren't  always accurate. But when I first saw my wife,  Gurjeet, 10 years after we'd met, she was exactly  as I'd imagined.

 I lost my sight at school, Christmas 1972 – I was  10 and larking about when I fell in some nettles  and came up in a terrible rash. The doctor gave mum some tablets to clear it up but I had an awful reaction to them – what's called Stevens Johnson syndrome – and for a few weeks it was touch and go if I'd survive.
One of the effects of the SJS was my tear ducts stopped working; without tears, your corneas can't work. They tried all sorts to fix the problem. Every two weeks when we went to hospital I'd buy comics – the Beano, Dandy, the Beezer – thinking I'd be able to read them on the way home, but I never could. My sight just kept getting worse, and by the time I was 14 it had gone.
I went to a special school in Birmingham, where you had to board Monday to Friday. I knew my mum and dad found it hard to leave me there, but they knew it was the best thing for me. The turning point was going to college in Hereford to study IT – the Royal National College for the Blind, where I am now a governor. I didn't learn only academic and vocational stuff, but how to be independent: cooking, cleaning, doing sports, going out and about.
I used to ring my parents every day and tell them how I was doing. They were proud and, if I'm honest, surprised, too. A lot of people are surprised. They imagine that when you're blind you "manage" rather than "achieve", and that I must feel those years of being blind were wasted somehow. That's simply not true. It was an amazing period of my life.
The best thing was meeting Gurjeet. It was an arranged marriage. I didn't think anyone would want to marry me, but she said she did. She said it felt right. I sensed she was lovely and couldn't believe my luck. Even on my wedding day my brother-in-law and I wondered if she'd turn up. But there she was, waiting for me. We have been shoulder to shoulder since.
After I married I started a business building computers. I could do all the programming myself through a Braille terminal but I remember the first one I built. Gurjeet and I worked through the night – she was my eyes while I was building it, orientating me around the circuit board. Then she'd drive me around the country so I could deliver the computers to clients, with our two daughters in the back. I bought a shop and it went from strength to strength. At our height we were one of the largest suppliers in the UK and turning over millions.
Being blind was just part of our married life. We didn't talk about it, we just lived with it. I never thought it would be any different. Then one day – when we'd been married about 10 years – an optician I knew came rushing into our office saying he'd read about a new technique he was sure could help me. Two weeks later I was at an eye hospital in Brighton and booked in for this new experimental operation. When they took off the bandages and cleaned up my eyes, it was like having Windolene cleaned off a window. I saw the doctor's tie, then his huge smile, and then everything was crystal clear. When Gurjeet and the girls walked into the room, they were just as I had pictured in my mind. So familiar. I will never forget that moment. "I can see you," I said to them. "I can see for miles."
The world seemed so bright – that's what struck me most. The colours of the 70s – the dark red curtains, brown lino, drab shopfronts and black Morris Minors and Austin 1100s that I had remembered from my childhood – were replaced by this array of bright shades. We all walked down to the seafront in Brighton. It was a beautiful day, and I was walking in front, holding the girls' hands, showing off a bit. I couldn't stop staring at everything. There was so much to take in. It was wonderful. I still have to pinch myself when I think about it today.

• As told to Jenny Hulme.

500 days of Summer

I really should just entitle this entire blog, "I was on YouTube All Day, Look What I Found!"

But seriously, you cannot watch this clip without smiling.

It's like crack for Disney addicts, even though it comes from a film that is rather un-Disney-like.
Whatever... here you go.

I'll try and go write something for you now

The Gargoyle Test

Watch the video below and if it does not make your heart melt into a wee little pond of butter, then you are probably one of these:                   -->

  If you do not like this video, you are one of these:

 the .24 second mark is indescribable, so I wont try. ;)

If you loved it as I did, then yay! You passed!!