Are You Missing Something?

Feat. Evacuating London by Harry Gregson-Williams.

This is home.

I made this video

Because sometimes I wonder

Are we missing something?

Lookit Lookit Lookit!!

Picasa is so wonderful to meeeee! They updated their tools today. Let me introduce you to...

THE CINAMASCOPE

And with the click of the mouse...

It's magically transformed to a MOVIE QUALITY PICTURE!

More examples to feast your eyes on: (all pictures taken by me myself and I =D )

Anyhows, I'm pretty psyched.

...Not to mention getting geekier every giga-second.

-Kismint

Chum O' Mine

Hi.
It's raining.

This is my pal "Dell".

We like to hang.

We're tight. *flips sunglasses up*

Through the years, Dell & I have gotten quite close. Our friendship started when he was only a poor, memory-wiped, data base, bursting with potential. Ever has he been a faithful companion to me, always there when I need to convert my braincells into mush, and waste all the time in the world. Our daily fellowship has created that ever-so-magical bonding which resides between girl and computer.

As Dell is from the species genre often remarked of as "man's best friend", it is only fitting that we take great pains not overlook him and his kind. Though modest machines they remain, they have graced us with countless hours of enjoyment, entertainment, enlightenment, and anything else under the sun that starts with an E-N.

Dell faithfully sits on my desk, wishing me a sweet dreams every night, and forever warms up to me in the morning. We've shared good times and bad, and yet, our relationship through virus threats, spilled drinks, and screen-freezes remains ever true.

(Amen to that)

Yes, we as human beings certainly would not be the wholly refined couch-potatoes that we are today without such as Dell.

-Plink.

I Am Artist

Over the past few months, I've come to a conclusion. Or mayhaps, a series of conclusions. Thereover, I announce the following.


I'm into drawing.



I toy with words.



I'm blessed by music.



And I'm paranoid when it comes to taking pictures.



Suddenly, the world makes more sense.

Whew, I feel better already.

-Plink.

Trust Not The Toothbrush

I took a picture of this because I'm a dork.

I can't for the life of me figure out what a rubber handle grip on a toothbrush would provide control of.

Tell me people, do they think that we are all ignorant to proper teeth-cleaning utensil handleage?? It looks to me as if they're hinting at something in this all but suspicious appearing diagram! Perhaps the toothbrush I so innocently ripped from its tidy little plastic packaging job is really a weapon of destruction!! (I'm sure you've all heard about the File-in-Cake Prison Delivery Co.) Obviously this element is has a secret capability of the unthinkable. A missile of some sort? Otherwise used for impaling unsuspecting victims?? Methinks surveillance is in order. You are all warned. If anything anti-ordinary is noted, contact mytoothbrush=evilestantagonistsincedarthvader.org * immediately.

Trust not the toothbrush. For they shalt deceive.

[While cracking up at my own absolute idioticness],

Plink-a-Dink

* not actual webpage

Rabbit Trails, Bunny Trails, Anything-That-Hops-Trails, Etc.

I have a thing about baseball.

Yes, it was baseball games, baseball practice, baseball on TV, baseball bobble heads, baseball in the park, baseball in the backyard, baseball in the street, baseball at dinner, baseball on the bookshelves, baseball cards, baseball trophies, baseball bats, gloves, & helmets, baseball on toast, baseball with folding chairs, baseball in shiny tin foil on the Christmas tree...
Twas and tis my childhood.

But that's not the point.

Thus, the question is this:
What is the point?

---Ah yes, I remember.

Wedding bells sounded over last weekend. The pastor of the wedding and his wife stayed at our house. They left us this.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

They were wonderful guests, and it was great to have them over! We were really really blessed by them. 



That being said, my family and I have been busy. What with school, Arlo barking his head off at hot air balloons (tis the season), and hockey---wait a minute, HOCKEY!! You haven't heard the latest ehhhh? Very well then, I shall give the visual.



SHARKIPEDES!

But the best part is...

99!

I believe I've said it before, but 99 is my favorite number. Therefore: I Am Happy.

Happy happy happy happy about the jersey have a big ol' nine/nine on it. In the previous church hockey seasons the I've participated in, the t-shirts did NOT have numbers. What is it about numbers on the back anyway?? I really can't tell you why everyone goes crazy about tiny little things like this, but who am I to understand? 

Oh, and unlike last season, I was able to MATCH!

Okay, now I'm: Very Happy

Very happy very happy very happy very happy about matching. Read the past here.

Furthermore, I have obtained two goals in three games (both while playing defense), and we hold one win outta two loses. Not too bad, but then again---far from perfect.

Now it's story time.

My youth pastor is a hockey purist. He watches hockey. He talks hockey. He eats hockey. He cheers loudly at the hockey players when they Geronimo for the rubber and punch the guts out of each other. Thus...HE KNOCKED A WALL DOWN INSIDE OUR CHURCH AND MADE A FLOOR-HOCKEY COURT. We don't use skates or anything, just hockey sticks & the goalies get masks and pads. We get jerseys, listen to loud chaotic music, and generally act like a hyped up youth group while pelting pel-mel after a rubber ball.

Seriously. It is:

SO. MUCH. FUN.

Anyhow, last night, while playing a tough team in our second game (after totally dominating in our first game), we were really pouring our energy out on the game. Eventually, I---on defense---find myself sprinting to the ball in the corner. Unfortunately, so was another kid---one of the seniors (can you say competitive?). The only thing I really recall is simply seeing one of my teammate's shoe. Then I shut my eyes and the next thing I knew was that I was on the floor and my nose felt like someone bashed my face against a ton of bricks (which is very very close to what happened).

After my wonderful little nose-diving escapade, I was very proud of my dear little snout because it ACTUALLY STAYED ON MY FACE! Which made me happy. And then I got up and started playing again.

After I had switched out with another defense man, I was chatting with the kid who's shoe I whacked my head against (actually I whammo-ed against two people, but one after the other). Low and behold, My nose left a welt on his leg.

Wha??

C'mon,

WHO DOES THAT??
Truly, he had a giant knot on his shin. Purely from my nose.
Impressive huh? I mean, who gets to brag about packing such a whopper of a punch with the projectile of their face??

Anyhow, I'm fine (despite a sore snout).
And it was one of the most fun games I've had in quite a while (despite losing that time around)

Goodbye.
Plink-a-Dink

Musical Pictures

Oh hi.

More photos of randomness.

This gives me an idea.

Da Da DAAAA!!

Alligator Sky

By Owl City

Where was I when the rockets came to life
And carried you away into the alligator sky

Even though, I'll never know what's up ahead

I'm never lettin' go, I'm never lettin' go.

Uh uh, that's not a plane, that's me

I'm sittin' where I'm supposed to
Floatin' on the cloud, can't nobody come close to
The concrete and the sky switch places

So now my ceiling is painted with stary spaces

Firecracker to the moon, keep your eyes shut
Blastin' off like a rocket from the ground up

Heh, I used to catch a cab on the Monday

Now the taxi's sellin' lights on the runway, fly
Condo on the milky way
A house on the cloud and God's my landlord

And for my rent all I pay is my drive
Got that so If you need me you can find me in the alligator sky

Where was I when the rockets came to life
And carried you away into the alligator sky
Even though I'll never know what's up ahead
I'm never lettin' go, I'm never lettin' go

Roller coaster through the atmosphere

I'm drowning in this starry serenade
Where ecstasy becomes cavalier

My imagination's takin' me away

Reverie whispered in my ear
I'm scared to death that I'll never be afraid
Roller coaster through the atmosphere

My imagination's taking me away

Uh, now I'mma dance like I never dance
Sing like I never sing, dream like I've never dreamed
Or try to, 'cause we've been lied to
That the sun is somethin' that we can't fly to

Well, I sit on my star and see street lights

Look up, ha, you'll miss me if you blink twice
Imagination is high and if you got it you can meet me
When you see me in the alligator sky

Where was I when the rockets came to life
And carried you away into the alligator sky?
Even though I'll never know what's up ahead
I'm never lettin' go, I'm never lettin' go

Where was I when the rockets came to life
And carried you away into the alligator sky?
Even though I'll never know what's up ahead
I'm never lettin' go, I'm never lettin' go

In the alligator sky...

Catcha Later!

...And yes, I took all these pictures (and edited them too).

Plink.