1. shauna., 2. Put Chocolate Pudding on the Top Shelf !!, 3. Bark – Pinus Ponderosa, 4. They were red and purple and yellow…, 5. Alan Rickman, The Great, 6. Diet Coke vs. Coke (Or, The Great Diet Coke Experiment), 7. Vienna – Hundertwasser Haus, 8. mango sticky rice, 9. San Francisco Street musician***, 10. “love comes from the most unexpected places…”, 11. Intense and Gratifying Sunrise, 12. Point Montara
A friend of mine posted this, and I enjoyed it, so I thought I would share. If you want to play too, answer the questions, then go to flickr and type your answer into the search box. Using only the first page of results, choose your favorite image and use it to create a mosaic here. (If you do this, make sure you leave me a comment so I can spy on you.)
The questions (I changed the last one, because I thought it was lame):
1. What is your first name? (shauna)
2. What is your favorite food? (chocolate)
3. What high school did you attend? (green valley, silverado, las vegas academy of international studies, performing, and visual arts, and ponderosa – no results… so i’ll use ponderosa?)
4. What is your favorite color? (reds and purples)
5. Who is your celebrity crush? (alan rickman)
6. Favorite drink? (diet coke)
7. Dream vacation? (vienna)
8. A favorite dessert? (mango and sticky rice)
9. What do you want to be when you grow up? (musician)
10. What do you love most in life? (love)
11. One word to describe you. (intense)
12. A favorite place. (point montara)
Here’s a tip: When you’re at the office, don’t talk about how you and your boyfriend watched a really hot movie the other night and all the sexy sex you had afterward was all, like, super duper kinky and stuff. Especially don’t talk about exactly what kind of kinky dinky sexy sex you had. Because the administrative assistant who is over yonder, innocently making copies of expense reports, doesn’t want to hear it. Also, she’s a blogger.
So, my brother Dennis. He loves puppetry, fake fur, feather boas, and all things with googly eyes. When he wraps Christmas gifts, he wraps them in felt and fuzz and awesome. This is the gift he wrapped for Connor.
I think that every time a person sends an email at work, to another person at work, it should hurt. There should be some pain involved in sending work-related emails. A small, but not insignificant, amount of actual physical pain. You know, liked maybe when you click the “SEND” button a spring-actuated lever with a thumbtack attached comes and STABS YOU IN THE HAND. I get SO TIRED of getting copied unnecessarily, getting useless emails that really should go to someone else, getting emails asking questions that people are too lazy to go find the answers to themselves, etc. etc. It just goes on and on. And my email box is NOTHING compared to some other people in my office (80 emails while you were on a 2-hour conference call? This has got to stop, people.)
Perhaps I shall design the spring-actuated lever myself. It would have to be attached to the USB mouse, which could involve some tricky design problems, but I think it will be worth it, in the end.
I’m sitting in my family room. There’s a fire. It’s warm, but not too warm. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir is singing Silent Night. (Hi, Weston’s mom!) I ate too much earlier (yay for Sunday dinner), but I feel good. Peace on earth.