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First photos from Gatsby…

Sunday, September 14th, 2008

When I have huge batches of photos that need to be worked up in Photoshop, I follow a certain order…

  1. Photos where people said “Send me a copy,” because otherwise I’ll forget,
  2. Photos of me with cute girls,
  3. Everything else.

I’ve got numbers 1 and 2 done ;)

First up, Susan and I. I’ve known Susan from dancing for about eight years now.

Darren and Susan at Gatsby

Next, Darren looking like an idiot with cute girl. Hey idiot, look at the cute girl, not at the sky!

Darren with cute girl at Gatsby

Weekends

Sunday, September 14th, 2008

It seems to be quite common that I either have nothing to do on the weekend, or way too much stuff to do.

This weekend was one of the latter, with friday and saturday night dances at the San Francisco Lindy Exchange, and sunday at the Art Deco Society’s annual Gatsby picnic.

And, of course, tons of photoshop work to be done, because I took my camera to all three events. Add in some studying for my Japanese course tomorrow, and I am basically dead on my feet. Or would be if I wasn’t sitting in a chair.

I also managed to come up with a witty saying in conversation; Saturday night at the dance, my friend Sharon was mentioning how many single women there were at the dance, and I said on the spur of the moment “I’m good at flirting, but not at converting,” which would be even funnier if it wasn’t so painfully true.

Photos coming up over the next few days…

There are things afoot in the ice box…

Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008

There seems to be something wrong with physics; specifically in my freezer…

Something is strange in the ice chest...

Do I have a tiny little black hole sucking the water towards the top? Is the water trying to escape? Is it alive?

The Canadian Point

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

100 F°: The Canadian Point – The temperature at which expatriate Canadians finally begin to think “You know, perhaps snow wasn’t so bad after all.”

In the mail today…

Saturday, May 31st, 2008

One of my many bad habits is that I only check my mailbox about once a month. I’m sure the postman hates me.

In this months’ mail:

  • A letter from my insurance company. It basically says “California law says we have to offer you earthquake coverage. However, no law says it has to be affordable.” Pass.
  • A letter from the IRS that basically said “You did your taxes wrong. We fixed them. You get more money back.” I like this kind of mail.