Three-picture Thursday: 11/06/08
Posted by Lissa on November 6, 2008
I’m really not a fan of time changes, y’all. I mean, sure, it’s lovely to have an extra hour of sleep on a random fall evening, but then you pay for it in the spring and it’s like you didn’t gain anything. Plus, now that I volunteer Sundays at the Lissaville (Home of the Evil Conservatives) Animal Shelter, I can’t bank that hour until Monday morning when it would actually be helpful.
But my true disappointment this year stemmed from abruptly losing my evening scenery. See, the train I take into Boston goes across a tidal basin (um, lake? bay? marsh?) and I’ve gotten into the habit of watching it morning and evening. I’m fascinated by the low-tide-high-tide changes and, while I’ve not yet worked out the actual tidal schedule, I have high hopes that one day I will do so. However, it will have to wait till spring, as there are not sufficient lights to see anything but a dark, glimmering mass during my evening commutes. It went from a glorious sunset-reflecting wildlife-attracting piece of eye candy to . . . shiny black. Boo! Ah well, this is what I still get to see in the morning: (If you click to embiggen, check the right side and you can see it’s not high tide.)
Breda, I hope you won’t be offended that this made me think of you, but look, everyone — you may be missing a body part but SO WHAT, you can achieve your dreams! We would hope that dream is to marry a nice Mike and be a librarian, but, hey, if it’s to be an anorexic junkie-looking fashion model — yes, you can! Of course, you’d need to have a magical levitation system so you don’t fall over . . .
I would seriously shriek in fright and run away crying (and feeling for weapons) if this ever came towards me. Wouldn’t you? (Whereas Breda — I’d invite her over for fresh-baked bread and some IPA. In fact — consider the invitation issued, and open-ended.)
Finally, to provide some nice mind-bleach as relief to the scary woman above, yet another beloved member of my shoe collection:
Yes, they have some scuff marks. You know what? I BET YOU’VE GOT SOME SCUFF MARKS TOO, BUDDY, SO JUDGE NOT AND STEP OFF.
EDIT: You know, the more I look at that fashion model the more I shake my head. It’s not even the bungled Photoshop, although that’s entertaining. How on earth did unrealistic plastic painfully skinny women become a beauty ideal? Look at that woman’s calf — you could snap it by whacking it with a feather duster! Give me Kim’s women, any day.