Les vrais Mémoires du chevalier d’Herblay — LiveJournal 30 most recent entries
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2010-11-24 12:30
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In case you were wondering, I'm suggesting that "resistance" is equivalent here to "testicles"
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Today's second-best revealingly unintentional double-entendre comes, via ponygirl2000, from The Guardian's article on the new Whedon-less Buffy, where some trade paper editor opines, "Warner [Bros.] know[s] that people have an appetite for revamps."
Today's best revealingly unintentional double-entendre is the kicker to Michael Kinsley's opinion piece supporting the new TSA procedures:
Since I have no choice, I’ve already experienced the new, improved pat-down and the TSA-phobics are right that it’s even more intrusive than the previous version. I’ve no doubt that it’s an embarrassment the TSA guy could do without, just as I could. He was apologetic as he slid his hands up my leg. “I’m supposed to keep going until I meet resistance,” he said. He’ll get no resistance from me.
This is the post your current wallpaper to your journal meme. There's some folderol about not switching wallpapers before posting. This just makes me wonder what embarrassing wallpapers you people might have and what you do when you carry your laptops into coffeeshops.
Also in the folderol: a demand for five sentences on why one uses said wallpaper.
I like this wallpaper because it's pretty, and amazing, and I took it myself so I'm proud of it. That was one of those fifty-in-one (seriously, I think I took about three hundred and fifty pictures taken that morning to get seven really worthwhile photos -- I love digital) shots where everything goes together, almost. Plus, I like the way the depth of field reduces all the leaves in the background to really abstract shapes. It's also (in different dimensions) the wallpaper on my cellphone. It's a shame I never actually look at my wallpaper, and I've left so many icons and HP-installed Vista craplets on top of it.
Anyway, my other computer has XP's Follow picture with the crappy Photoshop mixing of Caribbean and Indo-Pacific fish. (I take that back! Looking at it I can't tell if the followers are juvenile blue tangs -- Caribbean but maybe circumtropical -- or a yellow tang native to the Pacific I don't know. But anyway, not a scene from nature!) And the dimensions are wrong for the netbook screen too! I use that because I'm lazy.
Wow. You know, I've been dithering over buying a wetsuit for a couple of years now. But you know that if you get it in red, no one's going to want to buddy with you.
It's National Poetry Month! In honor thereof, a quote from Lu Ji's Wenfu (On Literature): "We poets struggle with Non-being to force it to yield Being; we knock upon silence for an answering music."
That's the best description of improvising I've run across.
One thing I need to make progress on is getting permission from the subject herself, who seems to be occupied with other trifles. I hope she won't mind the liberty; no offense is meant. (ETA: as Buffy fans will recall, drawing portraits of people without their prior permission, and then leaving them where the subjects could find them, was a habit of Angelus's. Good role model, that!)
I really need to "push the darks," as they say, laying more graphite on the page and heightening the contrast. I could even stand to add a layer of black to the smock, perhaps get more of the folds in there. I might spend more time on the right side of the hair, making the level of detail match that on the left. And I'm not sure I yet understand the nose.
But the eyes are perfect, which is what most matters to me.
(You might want to be careful what pictures you post to Facebook, as I'm trolling for subjects. However, this may be it for blonde curly hair.)
After a picture in the October Smithsonian of the bust Bernini carved of his mistress, Costanza Bonarelli, reputedly the first marble sculpture ever created not for commission, but for the artist's own pleasure:
The gear, everything but my sunglasses and Pam, is packed up. I still don't know how I'm going to manage to remember to get all this stuff on in the swim-bike transition. It may involve another checklist. But if I'm biking down the shoreway and I'm still wearing the wetsuit, I'll probably remember.
I'm not expecting to tear it up out there: my bicycle, frankly, just isn't made for this type of event, and I'm not that much better constructed. I figure maybe 20 to 25 minutes for the swim, an hour and ten for the bike, and 25 to 30 minutes for the run. With unimaginably smooth transitions, that's about two hours and change. This puts me behind competitor John Gwin, who was born without the left hand he won't need to kick my ass.
Assuming all goes well, and my bike doesn't break down and I don't drown, if you watch this page tomorrow between 9:15 and 9:45 a.m., Eastern Daylight Time, you might catch a glimpse of me crossing the finish line.
And now I am an official registrant of the 2007 Cleveland Triathlon, Individual Sprint category (800 meter swim, 16 mile bike, 5 kilometer run). I must remember to try riding my bicycle sometime between now and the event. Just to see if I can do this without the training wheels.
When I go in for my dental cleaning, I like to avoid the ambient light rock, so I bring my own music. Usually I wear the same noise-reducing earphones I use while flying, but today I wore a more open in-ear model which I bought for running. I listened blithely with the hygienist leaning over my shoulder never really considering the relative lack of isolation of my new earphones.
Taken at the Clear Mountain Ultimate 5K, run in 25:34 through the 80+ degree Memphis heat on June 23. The driver of the Clear Mountain truck had locked his keys in his cab, so there were no water stops, only one station offering wet paper towels. The smile on my face is there because I know that if I can make it just that last 100 feet, I can get something to drink, a couple of Krispy Kremes and maybe a smoked red sausage with yellow mustard. Carb replacement? More like a diabetic incident.
HELEN, Ga., June 23 (AP) — When a 300-pound black bear raided a family’s campsite, the father saved his sons from harm by throwing a log at it, killing it with a single blow.
The father, Chris Everhart, and his three sons were camping in the Chattahoochee National Forest in northern Georgia on June 16 when the bear took the family’s cooler and was heading back to the woods with it.
When the youngest son, 6-year-old Logan, hurled a shovel at it, the bear dropped the cooler and started toward the boy, Mr. Everhart said. A former Marine, he grabbed the closest thing he could find — a log from their stash of firewood.
“It happened to hit the bear in the head,” Mr. Everhart said. “I thought it just knocked it out but it actually ended up killing the bear.”
Mr. Everhart was given a ticket for failing to secure his campsite, according to the Georgia Department of Natural Resources.
Odds are, tonight Stephen Colbert will single this guy out as a national hero.
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