I am reading Letters of a Woman Homesteader by a lady who quit the city and set out for the border of Wyoming and Utah (she’s not Mormon though she does run into them and they don’t sound any saintlier than the next guy) for a plot of land after her husband died (or maybe abandoned her…it has come to question). In 1909. She was feisty and would have made a good blogger by today’s standards. I need to add chair kicking to my list of things to do when forced to deal with with ignorant menfolk.

Look who made it on the cover of Vogue? That’s right. My girl Hope Solo. A classy shot too. It’s like I always said: She was way too big for that shit-show DWTS. Wish they would have treated her better. Sure, the show is made to serve the b-listers out there and they wouldn’t let an outsider win, but that’s no reason take it out on her. Glad to see she is doing more than fine.

Don’t worry. These little fellows were outside where they belong. Doing work.


Draw Something

I was stupid and downloaded Draw Something for my iPhone. Stupid because a) I quit playing games because I become too competitive. I start obsessing. b) most of my opponents really suck. c) drawing on an iPhone. Enuff said.

If you want to play me in this my user name there is the same as my twitter handle. And if you don’t know my twitter handle then you aren’t invited anyway. #sticksnoseup

Don’t get me wrong. I do have two fun opponents. There’s just a lot of average people out there. And then this really idiotic one who is either 12 and can’t spell or is ESL.  I treated him to this:

If history serves us well, he will probably bust through all of his helps, try to use the letters RIP even though I never give the word away in the spelling (like he does a lot when he gets frustrated. He makes it a hang man game…um no) and then give up. Like he almost did with “ruler”. I still give my best effort. Even if my opponent seems to lack the knowledge of human society. Maybe I’m playing against an alien.

I’m not morbid. It’s the game. The game is making me do it. And yes, penguins are inherently sad. The ice is melting, yo. You can’t wear formal wear in the heat. Nobody got time for that.

PS: I drew all of that with my thumb. My THUMB. On an iPhone. It was like doing sand bottle art.