Lovely evening from the Great White North

Sometimes words simply won't do.

Nope, not at all.

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Hey Rayne it was great to meet you. Drop me a line at egregiousfdl at gmail and I'll send you the chs blog link.

Let's work on the business model. Kindly put, plenty of opportunity for improvement.

8/03/2007 07:43:00 PM

Dr. Omed said…

Love that moon, Rayne.

8/05/2007 09:22:00 AM

Rayne Today said…

Egregious, it was WONDERFUL to meet you!! We have to talk again F2F soon!

Doc Omed, I love you too. ;-)

8/05/2007 10:16:00 AM

pookisue said…

Lovely pics.

10/04/2007 11:17:00 AM

Rayne Today said…

Thanks, pookisue, great to see you, too.

10/04/2007 12:59:00 PM

Tinkering in progress

Nuts. I tried to post a rather long piece yesterday, attempting to create an expandable post so that only a lead-in appears on the main blog and the body is expanded only on selection of a link. I'm tripping over the auto-formatting that Blogger inserts into posts; it insists on embedding a begin-font tag all over the place, but no closing font tag. It's driving me nuts! I guess I'll have to try using a post template so that the text on all posts is the same unless indicated otherwise, to try and override the default fonting. Bear with me; you might see what looks like an old post appear between here and the previous post. But enough about me -- how are you?

In a bit of a pickle

As I came down the stairs I heard somebody moaning in the general vicinity of the kitchen. Unnhh. Mmmfff. Unh-huh. Mmm-mmm-mmm-unh. What the hell is going on, I wondered? Standing over the kitchen island, eyes closed, murmuring to himself is my spouse. With a half-eaten jar of pickles in his hand. "Oh my God, these are so good." "Good," he said, as if I didn't hear him the first time through the mouthful of pickles. "My mom would have loved these, these are soooo good. What are they?" Just bread and butter pickles. Pickles and peppers from our garden, and some big sweet onions from the farmers' market, with some extra garlic. That was a week ago. He's eaten another jar since then. I don't think I've made enough to make it through the winter, at this rate of consumption. Try them yourself, they're easy to make. But you'd better do it soon if you live in northern climes as hard frosts will take out the rest of the pickle crop over...

Veep in deep

The Veep "accidentally" shoots a fellow hunter. From here on there is absolutely nothing good about this story. It stinks like curdled milk and three-day-old fish on a summer's day in Dallas. How do we even begin to count the ways in which this reeks? The 22-hour gap: WTF? There's absolutely no excuse for this, we can all agree on this point. But why? Was a key person in this story under the influence of a substance that would take a day to clear? Were they trying to get their stories straight? Heck, could they not come up with a story? Or was the victim not in the clear for that long? The "group" of hunters: Why did it take even longer than the 22-hour gap to identify the third hunter? Why is the media repeatedly using the word "group" to describe two people (Dick Cheney and Pamela Willemore)? The composition of the party: A divorcee ranch owner. An older man who does not appear to be married at this time. A woman sans spouse....

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