There are not enough hours in the day. I forget sometimes how wide my interests are, even just centered around my computer. Today I attempted to catch up on viewing other people’s images at the galleries, after neglecting them for so long. I failed — failed — to scratch the surface in the sea of thumbnails in the “What’s New” sections and comment on everything I saw. I suppose I would have been fine about that if the rest of…
I think I may have been the ideal child. I usually did as I was told, I got good grades, and I ate my vegetables. Heck. I loved my vegetables, and I loved fruit even more. Growing up, I ate tons of vegetables and fruit. In fact, I usually preferred them to meat, bread, and dairy products. Everything from bok choy to Chinese cabbage, okra and even spinach, I loved. My favorites were onions and mushrooms, and probably the only…
I often think in analogies. I can’t help it. If someone starts to tell me about something, anything — a particular experience, a person’s foibles — my mind goes off on convoluted tangets and tries to compare the one thing to another thing entirely. To most others, the two things will seem to be completely unrelated, but my mind absolutely insists that there’s a bridge across that ravine and simply hops on over. See what I mean? It’s a curse,…
I don’t check my stats often, so I don’t really know who comes here, how, or why. Today, I decided to check my search engines references and found out that in February, someone tried to access a page specifically on my site (why else put “site:www.aprilgem.com” in the search request, right?) that had the words “Budweiser”, “Christmas”, and “mugs”. Lordy, lordy. We’re very particular, aren’t we? The page is from an old log I’ve archived but never linked to from…
I watched Shrek yesterday, and one of the main characters is a donkey, opening the movie up for a lot of “ass” jokes. The jokes were hilarious, and they reminded me of a time I hadn’t thought about in ages… …I was 11 years old, and dictionaries didn’t have “bad” words like “fuck” and “shit” between their covers, as though by leaving the words out, the words didn’t really exist. Being the kid that I was, I looked in the…