Tamara gets what Tamara wants

Now, in a situation like this, you might be so turned around you don't know whether to scratch your watch or wind your butt. However, it is important to note that the Tamara you see here:


















is not to be confused with the Tamara IMDB.com describes as: "Good, sexy, trashy, fun..." HERE.

Office Quote of the Day

"Where is MY monkey?!"

Julie

"Out of" Office Quote of the Day

"Turtles do not live in Mexico. At least not where we build."

Julie

Office Quote of the Day - Friday

"No, no we wouldn’t want any flaming boobies around the office, would we?"

Craig

Office Quote of the Day

Over the radio, for all the world to hear, including trip participants, volunteers, and possible Tijuana airport staff on channel one:

"Blah ditty, blah, blah." Alon
"Bite me." Howie

My Little Secret 14 March 2006

Oh SNAP!

Not earth shattering, not ground breaking, no bolts of lightning . . . however, a little glint of healthy pride came about when I found this. There's something about getting one of your pictures published that makes you feel like

a) you've just gotten backstage at a rock show
b) you've just run an 8K and actually DON'T want to die
c) you've just eaten the Ol' 96er (even the fat)
or d) you've just bought your first motorbike and you're driving circles around Thailand like some sort of banshee.

Yeah, something like that.

Office Quote of the Day - no me toca

"Tim and Meredith, stop touching yourselves."

". . . wait! I mean each other! Each other!"

Yadira

The blog that was suppposed to be

This is a non-blog about how I was going to get down on my hands and knees and kiss the feet and/or hypothetical rings of our I.T. department. I was going to talk about how sore my knees were from all the bowing and kissing. This is a blog that was going to explain that even though I hit the 'okay' button when my computer asked me if I really, really wanted to delete all my pictures, the I.T. department was able to find them on the back-up network. I was going to talk about their stellar file retrieval competencies, their patient composure when it comes to my lack of I.T.ness ability, and their obviously high IQs because of all the blatent mad skills in fixing my mistakes.

However, I can't, because this is a non-blog, and my files are no muy bueno. I think it had something to do with the Flux Capacitor, but I can't remember.

Maybe Monday will bring a new opportunity to write a real blog, because I would love to talk about our I.T. guys having mad skills.

SWF seeks professional help

If you eat an entire Toblerone bar in one sitting, but all the nutrition information is in Thai, does that negate the fact that you've just eaten an entire Toblerone bar in one sitting?

Filmwasters

I found this great site on photoblogs.org and knew I had to bring it up because they used my word of the week:

amalgamation.

"Filmwasters.com is an amalgamation of blog, online gallery, individual showcase and a forum dedicated to the use of film in photography. It aims to stress the exploration of creativity through film-based photography rather than the 'wheres', 'whys' and 'how-exactlies'; these can be answered in phenomenal detail on so many other photographic web resources. Filmwasters is not camera-type specific - glass, plastic and lensless are all welcome here."

It's a beautiful thing when a bunch of things come together to form one big thingy . . . mostly.

the overpowering old lady perfume, the screaming children, the buying of children's clothing like a nuclear holocost was about to take place, the non-English speaking salespeople, the two people taking half an hour to apply for credit cards out of the three cash registers actually being utilized so they could save 10% on their purchase, and the Christmas-type line going out the door were all an amalgamation of my lunch break dwindling away at the Gap outlet.

-or-

the Sentri office is an amalgamation of lines, waiting for six hours for something that should take one, lack of communication to the outside world, people stewing in anger, Disney movies, and a brewing definition of why people go postal.

-or-

the rubber chicken, the writing utensils wrapped in fake flowers, the dolphin vertabrae, the happy man finger puppet, the marching trolls, and the monkey dressed in biker clothing are really an amalgamation of items on my desk to prove that others love me.