Alas, goodbye PhotoshopDisasters

•April 12, 2010 • 7 Comments

I just unsubbed from PsD, and I’d like to share why.

His commentary on this photo:

When this image first presented itself in my inbox, I said to myself, well, I’m not going to touch that with a barge pole. Not the lady in the picture – I’m sure she’s a lovely lady with a wonderful personality. I’m talking about the political issue of the chubbies sizeable big-boned unboneable people of size. They can be very sensitive. It’s important – perhaps expedient is the correct word – to just avoid the whole thing. On the other hand, I’ve now received this from about five hundred people and it’s actually gotten to the point where it’s impairing my ability to navigate my mail. So here it is, and if you are a person of heft, please try to understand that, like a moth to a flame, I just tend to follow the path of least resistance.

Thanks to everyone who sent this in!**

First problem: She isn’t all that fat, what’s his problem here? Second problem: This isn’t a photoshop disaster at all – just a girl with a smaller head than usual.

And third, of course, is that I don’t need to read commentary about some jackass’s size issues. Yeah yeah, funny whatever – not worth 30 seconds of my day. Hey, I’m just following the path of least resistance.

** PsD retains all rights to their text, and I am reproducing them here for critique’s sake.

•April 12, 2010 • 1 Comment

A friend of mine is looking for a good family lawyer to help resolve some post-divorce issues with child safety and health – if anyone has a connection, please drop me a private message.

•April 9, 2010 • Comments Off on

A frantic day at work, a million things coming together all at once, and all I’m thinking about is that I am hungrah and probably won’t be eating until late. :\ It’s funny how you can have all sorts of things on fire around you, and it’s something small that pokes at you (keeps pokinatya pokinatya).

Off to save the world or somethin’.

Jets overhead prepping for opening day at the ball park.

•April 8, 2010 • 1 Comment

Have you ever heard an entire car lot of car alarms go off at once?

A low fly-over by a fast-moving jet will do that.

Fear and Loathing with the Penguin

•April 8, 2010 • 1 Comment

Based on Danny DeVito’s twitter, I would say that he is in Vegas, on acid. No, seriously.

Honeymoonery

•April 5, 2010 • 7 Comments

Lucy and I have finally decided on our Honeymoon.

We’re going to San Francisco – we’re leaving the Friday after our wedding, and returning on Saturday.

A family friend has given us a week’s stay at a condo in downtown San Francisco. And when I say downtown, I mean in the Nob Hill area, near Fisherman’s Wharf. Which, I guess, is sweet.

We’ve just started planning things – we got our plane tickets, and we’re starting to figure out what there is to do during that week. Along with spending loads of time with my one and only wife, we’ll get a chance to hang out with our San Francisco clan (which is becoming rather large, actually)!

It’s really exciting, actually! Any advice for neat things for two geeks to do in SF? I think we have to hit up the burrito place Joy, Jeska and Jeff took me to the last time I was there.

Meanwhile, we’re also planning for the wedding, planning for her graduation, and in the process of probably putting our foot in the householding ring. Seriously, we’re looking at a house, only a few miles from where I live now. No, I’m not kidding you. All while she changes jobs and uproots her Lansing life to join me halfway between Ann Arbor and Detroit.

We’re already planning a work party/BBQ for the weekend before the wedding – it was going to be a second wedding shower for local folk, but frankly, we’re already getting a lot of loot and we don’t like the feeling of obligation, so I will be asking some folks to oblige us with bringing their hands and stomachs, and we’ll get some crap done. :)

Also sorta kinda working on the Bachelor party which is complicated because A) I think strippers are boring, B) I’m not a gambler or a heavy drinker, C) my entire side of the wedding party are women who are also going to the Bachelorette party, and D) I’ve got to figure this thing out while planning a wedding, moving on buying a house, doing Track head work for Penguicon, and a sharp increase of workload at the jobbery.

In fact, this is the look of me pretending not to be a bit overwhelmed and undersleeping. If I completely flake out on something I’m supposed to do in the next few months, I would appreciate a swat on the ass and a gentle pointing in the right direction, because you’re already going to see enough of my blubbering on the wedding day. (I’m such a sap)

Unrelatedly, this is your Boy And His Dog “awwww” moment.

Those of you having awesome Cupcake Day times without us … take pictures, willya? :)

•April 2, 2010 • 2 Comments

Am I the only one who sometimes steps outside after a rain and thinks they smell fish… when it’s really earthworms?

(The Venn diagram of people who confuse the smell of fish with worms almost entirely encompasses people who were taken out fishing at stupid o’clock… and I don’t want to think about creepy outliers.)

Lucy and I will be heading to Cleveland this weekend for Easter. This will break having seen her no more than three hours in the past four weeks, so I’m pleased.

Penguicon is dead.

•April 1, 2010 • Comments Off on Penguicon is dead.

Apparently, Count Discord got his way, and Penguicon has expired.

*sadness*

However, the founders of Penguicon had nothing better to do with their time than run a convention and were damned if they were going to give up presale tickets … Continue reading ‘Penguicon is dead.’

The best thing Google Voicemail has ever texted me:

•April 1, 2010 • 7 Comments

Voicemail from: Lucy Benson at 7:43 AM

Hi Mani your son Jacob morning, but I am on my way to school and stuff in your price. So hopefully maybe at or in the bathroom, or whatever so i love you and I’ll talk to you later. Thanks.

•March 31, 2010 • 1 Comment

I resolve to keep my ears and eyes open at ‘Con for people who aren’t having a good time (either alone or through someone else’s actions), and to do something about that at any opportunity.