Sunny Day

Today was a nice day, but not in a photogenic way. Therefore, here is another interior picture.

Inner Space

Since this web log is all about the photographs, I decided to post some. I also wanted to be overly self-referential. I am prominently featured from the inside, unlike most of my previous photographic submissions. This way, you can see how I look from the point of view of my best friend, Snowball. My insides look good with flash as well as without the flash. You can especially see the inside of my overhead door, the unfinished interior walls, and you can barely see a switch in my picture. These are my most prominent indoor features.

Happy .Logging

Various pictures are posted below to show the snow. Fortunately, the sun causes great shiny areas of the pictures to occur. Slightly less fortunately, the sun melts the snow necessitating these pictures. In conclusion, these pictures are unnecessary. You do not need to see them. Thus, this paragraph ends.

On the brighter side, you can still see the great wall of snow on the west side of the driveway. It is getting larger, which is neat. I cannot wait to see how large it inevitably becomes and how long into the spring it ultimately endures. I am also glad that the transformer is prominently pictured. The first picture in particular is peculiarly electrically preeminent.

Some people like to hear themselves talk. I am like that, but not out loud. I can often be seen moving my lips while I read while I am, in fact, not reading.

S'no Problem

As I was standing out in the snow the other day, I realized how good I have it. More to the point, I realized how good it is going to be once this snow is gone, the temperature is 60 degrees warmer (Fahrenheit), and the warmth of the sun becomes something to shield ones skin and eyes from rather than welcomed. I digress, however, the crux of the matter is such that I appreciate the summer, nay, I adore the three months, give or take, of summer, most of all, right now. In that way, winter really is the best season. The pure white snow not only reflects what little sunlight shining on us from the south, it refracts through space and time, from six months in the future, a faint glimpse of sun, surf, sand, sandals, and sandias. To sum up, I have way to much time to myself.

Memories

My, how I have grown. This is what I looked like last fall, if you were flying 200 feet above 14th Street. Crooked and small, I dominated an otherwise mundane backyard. Charming barn doors, a weatherproof pixelated roof, and surrounded by dead grass: These are things that can be seen from this low quality infoweb photograph. These are all things that I remember.

In Neighbor News, a passerby noticed my "modern"-ness, yet "classic"-icity, with my "light" and "window". Those were his exact words, so obviously, I was thankful. Unfortunately, I have little to write lately. I lack inspiration, muse, synonyms.

Happy New Year!

I am writing this post because I thought it right that I come up with some resolutions for the new year. Conveniently, Real Estate New Year's Day occurs at the same time as American New Year's Day. Therefore, my real-istic resolutions are as follows, numbered for convenience, but not importance:
1. Achieve some shelving, for storage, to relieve the burden on my best friend, The Basement.
2. Hide my key somewhere extremely convenient, but not too near at hand, so that Ross does not get locked out again, but so that everyone else does.
3. Add a light that is visible primarily through the attic window, Old North Church style.
4. Throw a garage-warming party as soon as I invent a way in which that would sound remotely fun.
5. Connect to the Infoweb. (Note to self: Wireless is cheating, just who does WiFi think she is, anyway, that I could just check my email on the go? Where am I going? Am I going to a place too lazy to pull a wire to? No. There is no such place.)
6. Test acoustics, but not acoustically, rather with something plugged in.
7. Write a log with a plot, characters, and a theme that will actually be more interesting than a list.
8. Decorate my interior walls in some manner befitting a carhole. Street signs and license plates instantly come to mind although they are locally in short supply.
9. Hang a bicycle in a fashion difficult to ride.
10. Paint my service door a color other than primer, even though it is my favorite color.
11. Caulk minuscule openings. That is more of a reminder than a resolution, although I resolve to remember it as of this moment.
12. Putter to a significant extent. Three of the five words in the preceding sentence have only relative meanings.
13. Presently regret starting this list as it seems like a lot of work, and the list itself is no longer much fun at all to write.
14. Have a car parked inside every night.
15. Resolve another dynamite resolution (see 14).
16. Imagine a fictional back story involving a sordid history of love and loss, feast and famine, drought and drink, to impress my future friends and acquaintances.
17. Achieve a level of sophistication paralleled only by my humility.

That is the list. I was trying to resolve 365 things such that I would have something to do everyday. Nonetheless, one of the aforementioned resolutions will take an estimated 358 days and others will take minutes or hours thus rendering this rapidly becoming used new year just packed.

Anti-Climax Superstar

Here I am, the Hangar you all watched grow from a hole in the ground to the best carhole in town (and willing to compare). The third picture is probably my favorite because it is somewhat isometric. Need I say more? Also noteworthy are the new lamps. It just would not be right to use mundane A19's (even though they blow CFL's out of the metaphorical water), so they were aptly replaced with a T10 in the coach and the never bourgeois G40 in the gooseneck. Great.