Manray felt as though he should be up on the top of the blog, seeing as kidchamp kindly linked to him.

[yes, I do this. speak on behalf of the cat. it is usually saved for the benefit of me telling ben that the cat does not like him doing something that I actually don't like. ben does not appreciate or tolerate this, usually]

29 things # 7- Hike Cowles Mountain

hiked up here, *finally* today with Britt. I look forward to doing it again soon. Having every other Friday off is THE BEST. (As I was reminded by the guy from my office going up hill as we were coming downhill who called my name and I SO didn't recognize him. REALLY need to make an effort to get to know every one I think)

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Arrested Development CRACKS ME UP. Going to have a marathon tonight, while I do our taxes. Gotta keep it interesting, right? Here are some of my favorite gags.

Michael Bluth: So this is the magic trick, huh?
George Oscar 'Gob' Bluth: Illusion, Michael. A trick is something a whore does for money...[sees children watching his magic show]...or cocaine!!!

Buster: [Startled by the title on Tobias' business card, Analrapist] Tobias Fünke: No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. Buster: It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me.

Tobias Fünke (David Cross): [while rehearsing his "frightened inmate #2" character with his wife] Say something that will terrify me.
Lindsay Funke (Portia DeRossi): Fuck me.
Tobias Fünke: No, that didn't do it.

Michael: [Talking about the family cabin] It is going to be up in Tahoe a couple more days. Maybe you could take a date.
Lucille: How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap?
Michael: [Michael stares at her awkwardly] The cabin... yes! That would be difficult, too.

Michael Bluth: You seem more villainous than usual, Mom; are you sober? Lucille Bluth: Michael, it's eight a.m. Michael: So, it's not that. Lucille: I don't know. Maybe it's because I went off my post-partum medication. Michael Bluth: You were still taking that? You had Buster thirty-two years ago. Lucille: And that's how long I've been depressed about him.




* UPDATE. I've been told that the dialogue here isn't very funny if you have not actually watched the episodes. So I will cut down the quotes, add this clip, and tell you to GO WATCH IT already.
The LAST thing I want to do is to make those of you who haven't seen it think that it isn't funny.

**Crap, I am so limited at work. There will be no embedding. Click here to see a clip from the pilot.

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I have been following the story of The Day You Arrived (in which Lauren & Family welcome home a new kitten) with rapt, vicarious attention. Look at little Steve Nash, there in the crook of Joe's arm. Look!

And upon seeing this, it was almost too much. Manray wants a kitten friend! True, he loves emmylou. But she usually denies him cuddling rights.

Hiding my face behind the kitchen wall, I sheepishly ask Ben "Um. Can we get a kitten." Ben, thinking he has heard me wrong, "What?" "Can we get a kitten?" Even quiter, I reply. "What?!?" He asks again, in further disbelief. I repeat myself one more time. He answers, and it's not pretty. (We arn't allowed to go over 3 beasts. But LOOK.)

All images via kidchamp.

After a slow month, I finally have gotten to work on list item 2: Print/organize/archive photo collections. It started with disassembling the albums I made as a teenager. [They were not OK] Then organizing the HUGE mess of photos into piles- toss, album, box. Then making sure they were loosely chronological. That was phase one, it was actually much quicker that anticipated.


Phase two, where I started putting them into new albums, has gotten to a good start. I have been holding on to this really nice collection of grey binders that I got for free. I wanted something versatile, clean and simple. Something matching. I just filled them with thick thick heavy acid fee paper, and used white corners or acid free sticky backs to put the pictures in.




I have only completed one binder. It is a big one, and goes from before my time though about kindergarden age. My favorites are always of my parents in the years before I was born. They looked so happy and fun and stylish [which might just be cause I was born in '80, in which mainstream fashion went a little downhill]. My mom was Drop Dead. And my dad was a total cool guy. To say nothing of the film style.



Course I like the ones as of me as a baby>early childhood.


J: look look! wasn't I cute!?!?
B: yes, but you already showed me that one.






Now, I just have to get through the next 20 years.


And all of Ben's.




The last 6 or so years [read; the beginning of architecture school] I largely went digital, and didn't get around to having many prints made. So after I album the prints we have I need to start on THOSE. I have not decided if I want to print the individual pics and album them, or go an easier route and make books....?