The Advisor Advises

Are you tired of the responsibility that accompanies Luxury Yacht Ownership? Is your penthouse apartment still too close to the ground level? For a mere $1,200 to $4,200 per night you can rent a floating apartment on the World! Why that's less than the price of my mortgage for a FULL MONTH of high sea adventure! I did however find one downside to this experience - the "Call a Chef"™ private chef service. According to the website, you can "design your menu, invite friends you met onboard and have a team of professionals create and serve a meal in your own apartment. This is a popular option for residents and guests to celebrate a special occasion with a truly personalised dinner party." Then...the fine print - "This option needs at least 24 hours notice. A charge is related to this option." If I'm paying $100,000+ per month for my cramped apartment that shakes everytime a tropical storm passes by - I expect an all-you-can-eat buffet to be included in the price - I don't care how good the cook is. And at my house, if you stop by when the Bar-B-Que is hot, you can pull up a seat at the leaning picnic table with as little as 5 minutes notice - I hope you brought a salad, no, make that dessert.

Here is a cool concept. All My Life For Sale "Just a guy selling everything he owns on ebay."
My wife would totally go for it - if she could choose which things I owned, and which things she owned. As long as I sold everything that she didn't lay claim to, I'm sure I'd have her utmost support... Let me see, what would she think I should sell...
-the 4-rubbermaid-container result of a 5 year addiction to star wars action figures
-the 2nd accordion
-the collection of free maps requested from tourism offices
-everything that I bought at a garage sale this during this century
-the miscellaneous IKEA parts (handyman special) stacked in the garage
-hundreds of fridge magnets
-reference books that are never referenced
-the several dozen letter press blocks from a New Jersey print shop estate sale

I won't mention this idea to her - I obviously need this stuff.

here it is. 

Here's a fun blog I ran across the other day... GottaBook is the work of a "screenwriter/volunteer librarian/dad/procrastinator" (some titles that I share - especially the last two), who thinks he created a new style of poetry. It's still fairly recent, and I only say he 'thinks' he created it because I'm not one to assume things too quickly. Whether or not he created it is irrelevant, it's kinda fun, and besides, when I read some of his other poetry, I'm reminded a little of Shel Silverstein, one of my favorite 'published' characters.

Here's a photo that I forgot to hang at my photo show. Can you guess the name of the city that the photo was taken in? Hint: it's not not Janesville.
I think there's a spot at the Mandolin for this one (it's quite small) in the back room between the windows...but I don't think they usually hang anything there. I should stop by and ask if there's room for one more... 

Here's some more shots of my photo exhibit. The top one is called, "Cisna Park Cornfield". It's a picture of a cornfield in a place called Cisna Park. I'm quite proud of my giftedness when it comes to naming things. The image below is of a set of three photos of a pelican shaped ride on thingy. I call them Pelican I, Pelican II, & Pelican III. I was going to call Pelican III Pelican I, but that name was already taken.
 

I ventured out of my comfort zone a little this weekend. I like to think I'm generally a little bit on the creative side. I am also quite confident (read: cocky). But I'm generally not very confident about my creativeness.
This past Saturday, however, I installed a little photo exhibit of my own work at my favorite little coffee shop and used bookstore, Mandolin Books and Coffee Company. I'm a little anxious about people's reaction to what I've put on display...I know a lot of the folks in the neighbourhood who frequent the coffee shop, so I hope they like what they see...
About 1/2 of the photos are from a 1950's playground that I happened upon during a walk the morning of my wife's cousin's wedding in Watseka, Illinois last summer. It was a funky playground that made me think, "what would have been more worrisome to a parent in the 50's? losing my children to nuclear war - or having them get lead poisoning from the paint on the solid metal rocket that they're bound to fall off of at the playground?" For those visiting Canadian children who were afraid of rocket shaped playground equipment, there was also a pelican/turtle/hippo/elephant ride. That eased my concern.
Some of the pictures are toys that I have at home. I played with the colour of the images in Picasa2. I think they look cool, but I'm not sure if anyone else will...I put them in the back room of the coffee shop, so that maybe not as many people will see them.
I guess if anyone makes fun of them I can say in my best pompous voice, "Oh really...where's your photo exhibit?" Unless of course they have one next door. ;)

 

Angry and hungry are two words that end in '-gry'. There are three words in the English language. What is the third word? Everyone knows what it means and everyone uses it every day. Look closely and I have already given you the third word. What is it?