This kitten would like you to know how exhausting it is to live his life. Oh, it is so hard to be him.
Oct 02 2009
Bokeh’s Hard Day
Sep 12 2009
Sibling bonding time
I’m visiting my brother in Wyoming this weekend, and today we took a little road trip to the Flaming Gorge National Recreation Area. This area of the country is really gorgeous, and I took lots of photos. Many of which were not all that great because I’m a n00b, but that’s okay. 
Aug 15 2009
Bokeh gets comfy
Our new kitten, Bokeh, makes himself at home in the basket near the window.
When he’s not sleeping in the basket, he likes to hassle Macro. When he’s not hassling Macro, he likes to sleep on Tom’s chest, as all his elder brothers have done.
You can admit it. You know you want to rub that belleh.
Jul 03 2009
Cheese Lincoln
This statue of Abe Lincoln, carved out of mild cheddar cheese, figured prominently in my day.
My life gets weirder and weirder.
May 04 2009
This is what happens…
….when you stick Tom and me in a photo booth.
We create four-panel zombie stories.
We went to Ocean City this weekend to attend the wedding of our dear friends Don & Susan. In order to complete the beach theme, they had wanted to have a photo booth at the reception, but renting them is kind of cost-prohibitive. Don’s pretty handy, though, so he rigged one himself, by hooking up a digital SLR to a laptop, a printer, and a microcontroller that would tie it all together. The whole thing was really quite brilliant, and printed your strip of photos right next to a photo of Don & Susan and a photo of the date of their wedding written in the sand on the OC beach. Awesome.
We had a great time at the wedding- lots of fun meeting Don & Susan’s friends, and the sight of Don grinning like an idiot after the ceremony was pretty great, too.
Apr 27 2009
Save Chuck
Dear NBC:
If you don’t renew Chuck, I will never watch your foetid, festering, execrable little network again.
Love,
Tiff
Feb 25 2009
The Domo Family
My Domo-kun collection grows… now with a pink Valentine Domo-kun, sent by our friend Chris. The Easter Domo-kuns should be going on display soon at Target, though since my first Domo was a Halloween one with a pumpkin costume that I removed after the holiday, I’d rather just get interchangeable costumes, rather than an identical Domo that happens to wear bunny ears.
Anyway, this is the Domo Family Portrait. Domo Jr. (in playpen), Mr. Domo, and Mrs. Domo.
Feb 17 2009
I’m Pretty Gangster Myself!
While we were in London, I picked up a new piece of desk-mojo. It says, “I noticed that you’re gangster. I’m pretty gangster myself!”
i have a “Frustration Dispersal” corner in my cubicle- I’ve got the lolcat that says “If you don’t like my edits, I can always edit your face” and a photo of Jules Winfield, right before he says, “And I will lay my vengeance upon thee, and they will know that I am the LORD!” When I’m having a particularly frustrating day at work, I look at the lolcat editor and Jules and imagine delegating my irritation to them, so I can get the job done.
I think Gangster Guy will be a fine addition.
Feb 12 2009
walkin’ round Londontown
Tom and I flew overnight to London, arriving at our hotel this morning shortly before 9AM. (of course, to our East Coast bodies, this felt like 4AM). And of course… they didn’t have a room we could check into right away. So with our laptops and cameras in tow, we wandered around a bit, spending a fair amount of time watching the swans in Kensington Palace Gardens, who are brazen in their demands for bread from passerby. Then we headed back, intending to get some lunch, walked too far in search of a pub in what must be the ONLY part of London to not have one, gave up and grabbed sandwiches from Pret, and headed back to the hotel.
We checked in, got to our room, and discovered that Priceline had booked us into a room with two twin beds, Lucy and Ricky style. Seriously. Who puts twin beds in a hotel room? At this point, we were both tired, sore, and having trouble holding it together, so Tom called down to the front desk and arranged for us to get one of the club rooms in the hotel- queen bed, free internet, etc. It costs more, but still within budget for this trip and infinitely better than having to sleep separately.
Upon reaching the new room, the very first thing I did was to crawl into bed, where I promptly slept for about three hours. I felt much more human upon waking, and we went out to meet up with some local friends for drinks at a pub at Covent Garden. As we pulled into the Tube station, I noted some info on one of the signs in the train about avoiding crowds at Covent Garden, but as the platform was empty, I didn’t think much of it.
But then, the lines for the lifts were long, so we thought we’d take the stairs. This was not our finest moment, for even though we’d had a good nap, we were still not truly ready for the 193 stairs to get to street level at Covent Garden. So my first round at the pub was a giant glass of water.
We had a very pleasant dinner at a little Italian place not too far from there, and then headed back, where I am about to attempt to recover a bit from jet lag.
I took pictures and video today, but as the internet connection here at the hotel is really flaky- and not in that good puff pastry way, but more in that bad leper colony way- they won’t go up right away.
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