fledge capable of flying, from Middle English flegge, from Old English -flycge; akin to Old High German flucki capable of flying,
Old English flEogan to fly -- more at FLY
intransitive verb, of a young bird : to acquire the feathers necessary for flight or independent activity

Monday, August 31, 2009

Board?



"Board" with these kinds of photos? *snort*

Well, what if I mess around in Photoshop a bit?



No? Okay, then: birds. Everybody likes birds.



Have a glorious day!

Friday, August 28, 2009

Searching ...





... for white sand crabs!

In other recent events...

My kids are pretty well-behaved. Pretty good. They are pretty patient and quiet when they accompany me while I run my errands. Sometimes too patient. Sometimes too quiet. And that can't be good...

During a recent marathon session at Kinko's (I still refuse to call it "FedEx Office"), these rascals made a paperclip chain that stretched all the way across the store. From the black-and-white copiers all the way over to the color copiers and approaching the cash register...



It's hard to stay mad for very long.


Sunday, August 23, 2009

The red Sharpie pen.

The red Sharpie... That means a little copy editing.
This office isn't the worst I could imagine...
What's in the book? What will you get for your dollar?
Here's a hint: We've put in a lot of this...

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Friday, August 21, 2009

More postcards from California

Munich has Oktoberfest. Pamplona has the running of the bulls. Filene's has a running of the brides (oy vay...). Manhattan Beach has the Six-Man Volleyball Tournament. Anyway, I kind of love it when a cliché comes together. And this is so SoCal.
The David Hasselhoffs just pwned the Chippendale dancers. Boo-yeh.
Dude on left: "Okay, this is the game point, championship shot. I'm setting for the spike. Dude, you ready?"
Dude on right: "Huh?" (He's a little distracted...)

Friday, August 7, 2009

Jaws was a pussy cat.

Beware the surfer swallowing sand squids!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

I..can't...take...this...anymore...

I'm entering every invoice, every receipt, every expense for the past one-and-a-half years again. To attempt to retrieve the information from my fried hard disk would have been a grand. So, well, um, a thousand dollars? Um, no. I'll just sit down and do this. I will. I will. I'm quite the Bob Cratchit.

Make it go awaaaaaaay.

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