In lieu of writing this
morning, I decided to go through the Images Folder in FrontPage
2000 and clear out some of the images that are taking up
space. At one point or another many of these obscure
pictures and graphics had sparked ideas for journal
entries. Also, I archived some of them with a
Hey-I-Might-Be-Able-To-Use-That-Later attitude. Now, they
just float around on the server, signposts for passing thoughts
and unused creativity.
Signposts,
schmineposts. It's all just crap, really. But maybe
interesting crap.
Ah yes, this is one of my favorites. This was supposed to be part of
a journal entry called If You're Ever Naked And
Standing On A Giant Blue Marble, Make Sure You Salute That Fuzzy
Half-Vortex. Sometimes it's really hard for me to deny
that I ever smoked crack.
This is a picture that my good friend Max took. It's a
little hard to make out, but in the center of the picture is a
little purple flower, sprouting up through the late-fall
leaves. I had planned on doing a photo essay of
Max's work called Puerto Rican Artists: It's Not All Spray
Paint, but the idea didn't pan out because this is the only
artistic picture he's ever taken.
Originally from the journal entry
The Six-Legged Dog And
Other True Animal Stories, I couldn't use this picture of
the dog known as Santa Paws because apparently there's some sort
of pending lawsuit involving PETA.
The thing that caught my attention with this cute little guy is
that if you highlight the picture with your cursor, you get a
nice clear view of Geezo the Evil Clown. I had planned on
doing an entry called Thoughts On My Yet-To-Be-Conceived
Demon Child, but unfortunately, clowns give me nightmares.
I've reconsidered. I'm keeping this one. Everyone
needs a picture of a 500-pound Japanese League baseball pitcher
whose uniform number is three digits.
This picture actually had inspired me to delve into the world of
arts and crafts. It was part of my work-in-progress
journal entry entitled My New Obsession: Froot Loop Koala
Bears And Macaroni Sheep, but I ended up eating the
macaroni, just like everything else around here lately.
Ladies and gentleman, I give you this stunning picture the lovely
and talented Beth
took on her recent trip to England. It's a beautiful shot of
Stonehenge at around 9:00 at night. I had dreamed up a
whole series of journal entries tentatively titled Fooling
Friends With Fake Photography. However, Beth wasn't
too happy with my critique of her camera skills, so with the
looming possibility of having to sleep in the laundry room, I
shelved the idea.
