flickr, weeds, etc.

i did it.  i posted my photos of handmade stuff on flickr for the class to see!  warning to all classmates: i'm not an art student, and i won't pretend to be.  just a musician with some creativity to spare.
will and i watched the entire second season of weeds.  what is nancy going to do now?

and i've been taking diana pictures as much as possible.  today i took a picture of a sandwich, and of will doing laundry.  you never know when a good picture will happen.  before the end of this week i'm going to go take pictures of the claw machines in the entryway of walmart and all of the surrounding riff raffs.  tonight i punked out.  it was too much for me.

i'm having the now weekly glass or two of chilean pinot.  will's playing call of duty with his headset on.  talking to his old frat buddies (who knew i'd marry a frat guy?  --and by the way will hates when i say that) and playing .. against them?  on a team with them?  whilst shooting digital, scarily realistic solidiers.  i'll never understand how this is therapeutic.  my therapy includes the following:  green tea, playing an instrument (preferably the violin), making something that turns out to be nice and pretty, reading, shopping (which results in pretty things), taking pictures, etc.  will's therapy includes jiu jitsu (which he works really hard at and takes really seriously), watching ufc, fighting digital people with old frat friends, and .. reading and drinking tea.  so we share a few of them.

as much as we do different things and sometimes come from different parts of the universe, we're also sewn together at the soul, i think.  like how when we're watching something, and there will be one moment, one that's not so obviously funny to the whole world but that has a certain tickle to it for me, and we both laugh really hard.  when we realize we're both laughing for real (not that polite, "ah, this comedy is fantastic" chuckle that you know everyone can see through), like so real your face goes all over the place, we get tickled again and laugh harder.  those moments are really cool.  like when the red headed boy farted on weeds in season two.  stupid, i know, but these moments matter to us. 

but, while we're on the topic, things that bother me about weeds (which i love, by the way):
  1. nancy's oral fixation.  i know that chilled coffee cup has only ice left in it.  please stop mouth breathing seductively around the straw in between sentences, pretending you're looking to drink more, when we all know it's empty.  i'll be the first to say that mary louise parker is beautiful, don't get me wrong.  i actually want to color my hair again after seeing her on screen.  but please - stop with the mouth. 
  2. her high school son, who has the 'tude of a middle schooler.  (believe me, i know.  i spend lots of time with middle schoolers.)
  3. peter's unbelievable (but somehow believable) personality swap.  one day he's husband of the year, the next he's accosting the kids and using the "n" word.  my theory?  the actor was hard to deal with so they began planning his demise and, in turn, turning the audience off to him.  so he's a jerk.  and now he's dead.  okay, okay.
and now tina and tim are coming for game night.  goodnight, everyone.  :)

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