tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243143412011-04-21T17:05:23.208-04:00a•prilnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-54899838375783774042007-10-11T22:16:00.000-04:002008-01-29T20:51:32.015-05:00

Wow -- this design firm holds nothing back! Whatever you want to know, Mother London will happily oblige. Go ahead, click on their entrance, their walls, tables. Go ahead, you're allowed. Feel free to wander wherever. Don't be afraid. (Oh Mother, please may I work here? Please, please, please, Mother?)

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-12864074860291974602007-09-23T15:37:00.000-04:002007-09-24T22:42:56.266-04:00

April. Because I was born in April and because it was questionable as to whether I'd survive my first day. When I did, my Aunt Lorna suggested April to signify "a new beginning." Had all gone as originally planned, I may have been called Jennifer or Heather.Lynne. Because my Aunt Lynne would babysit my brother. Apparently that was no small favour.Robinson. Because it's my Dad's name. His side

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-8046699792280872772007-07-11T20:04:00.001-04:002007-07-11T21:30:03.388-04:00

For starters, just know that I'm not proud to admit to any of this. But the guilt has been crushing. It really has. I just have to come clean about this and get it off my chest already.I am a cheater. And I have been cheating for a while now. Cheating on my blog, that is. On the blog that I claim to 'heart'. You see, for weeks now, I have been consumed by a new passion. Something fresh and

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-49162325166984162302007-05-28T20:31:00.000-04:002007-06-06T21:24:40.430-04:00

I've not seen a site quite like Jonathen Yuen's before. It makes my cursor go a little wonky, and the nav takes a bit of getting used to, but it's original, and serene, and very lovely to look at. Part of me thinks it's a tad complicated for the average user, then another part peruses his projects and decides that really, any and all parts of me should just shut up already.

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-58223737195431679672007-05-28T19:59:00.000-04:002007-05-28T20:24:03.641-04:00

Mmm... i want an mStand by iRain. Just look how pretty it is. Look how beautifully it compliments the mmmMac. It's so ergonomically appealing!

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-46349804953252076992007-05-18T18:01:00.000-04:002007-05-18T18:05:27.241-04:00

{fig.1} large: toronto's cn towervisit photo friday

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-62005973869184874982007-05-17T20:16:00.000-04:002007-05-17T20:26:12.769-04:00

thursday challenge {motion}

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-51035680906308444292007-05-16T22:30:00.000-04:002007-05-16T22:38:21.712-04:00

I heart this quote by Leonardo Da Vinci. And I'm not a big "quotes" person, so that's saying something. I even made this desktop so that I could enjoy it and read it often. Sigh. Be still my heart. Can you tell I have the travel bug these days?

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-76905016551531465012007-04-27T19:08:00.000-04:002007-04-27T21:32:21.448-04:00

the wheedling split Katie got me these. They're prints by Linnea Gits (limited to 250, and signed even). Aren't they lovely? I just think she's beautiful. I couldn't be more pleased about the gift of Gits because I currently have... let's see... zero pieces of art in my home. Like, none. Nothing. Not a thing on my walls. So these are

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-3107818827076824652007-04-27T18:19:00.000-04:002007-04-27T18:22:10.652-04:00

{fig.1} relaxation: lazily surveying one's kingdomvisit photo friday

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-86911032536149366062007-04-15T18:27:00.000-04:002007-07-11T21:37:22.336-04:00

I took a good, long walk today because I was really wanting to be out in the fresh air, and I was really wanting to be out where people were.(I still was really wanting to spend the day with just myself, too - you know?)And I walked, deciding against the subway even though the wind made it feel quite cold. I really was needing to stretch my legs, and really was needing to breath in some crisp

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-17059740870103712552007-04-11T07:28:00.000-04:002007-04-11T21:06:36.218-04:00

I first caught a glimmer of Twitter a couple months ago whilst stumbling about online, drawn to the adorable little blue bird logo. I read up on it briefly, but quickly decided that this seemed a time-consumming, juvenile, overall fruitless endeavor. I mean, I am a religious IM'er and have accounts with iChat, Yahoo!, AIM, MSN and Skype. I blog. Fairly routinely. Why do I need to post

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-67969169267303392272007-04-10T07:41:00.000-04:002007-04-10T20:01:39.864-04:00

Apple have announced 100 million iPod sales. But don't thank us, Mr. Jobs... thank YOU. Because... they're just awesome little things. Your gorgeous little invention has single-handedly re-invigorated my lust for music... the lust I thought had been brutally murdered by Britney, BSB and *NSYNC. And 100 million means the iPod has almost entered the echelon of a bonafied "everyday" item - like

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-81316342473636482832007-04-07T09:25:00.000-04:002007-04-07T09:37:00.812-04:00

Sold out? Sold OUT?!! Why, do you spurn me, Helvetica? Oh sure, you say, "there may be a FEW rush tickets available" - but you don't sound like you really mean that! If you loved me back there WOULD be tickets available for SURE, and you would have no problems with committing to me about it.... oh, how can you be so nonchalant... so... so COLD???

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-49760606488387043032007-04-06T13:14:00.000-04:002007-04-06T13:20:25.923-04:00

{fig.1} blessing: unconditional Zero lovevisit photo friday

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-59288336187023858232007-04-06T11:02:00.000-04:002007-04-06T13:11:13.919-04:00

Metacafe serves up one hearty helping of nerd pie with this tech-inspired, animated short. References to PC, Vista, Mac, iPhone, Finder, the Gen-Y Market, and special appearances by Light Sabres and Commodore 64 make this one DELICIOUS treat for those who enjoy the ongoing battle between platforms. Enjoy!Gates vs. Jobs by Metacafe

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-80538081586175657162007-04-01T11:59:00.000-04:002007-04-01T17:37:18.250-04:00

I give you... TOAST IN SPACENo, no... TOAST WARSNo, wait!...TOAST TREKOr... IT CAME FROM OUTER TOASTOr even... PLAN TOAST FROM OUTER SPACEHa! Wait... TOAST ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KINDOh, no, no... 2001: A TOAST ODYSSEYNo! Ha! I got it!... E.T. THE EXTRA-TOAST-TRIEL(Hahaha - I'm sorry - I swear this is the last toast post today. It has to be, cuz I'm getting way too hungry...)

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-63614255558373095312007-04-01T11:39:00.000-04:002007-04-01T11:39:19.752-04:00

One good toast post deserves another! It seems only fitting to bring up Mr. Toast while I'm on the topic of toast already. I think he is funny and friendly like most pieces of toast with faces are wont to be, and I love his saucer-like white eyes that convey an unusual amount of expression for being so pupil-less. He has friends that are carrots, onions and (ha!) eggs, and he has an entire

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-2854032887206909222007-04-01T10:32:00.000-04:002007-04-01T17:41:33.066-04:00

Every time I see this page it makes me think of my babysitter when I was in Kindergarten, Mrs. Baker. At lunchtime she would ask, "do you want a half sandwich or a hole sandwich?" To which I would reply, "a hole sandwich!" and she would toast up a peanut butter sandwich that had a hole in it. But I digress...yournameontoast.com is a clever idea involving the unlikely combination of toast and

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1676981962229815132007-03-30T11:55:00.000-04:002007-03-30T14:47:14.734-04:00

I love Pulp Fiction and I love type, so these 2 things together absolutely give me shivers. In a good way, of course. Very, very nice work, indeed!

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Forget Nietzsche. Forget Plato. Jojo of Jojo Loves Beauty is officially my philosophical mentor. She just couldn't have hit the nail more on the head if she tried, as I sit here with my morning's first coffee by an open window with birds twittering outside. It's simple little slices of life like this that nourish me. Brilliant Jojo! And plus, Plato could've never have sketched such a CUTE

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-37277311129874230032007-03-22T20:30:00.000-04:002007-03-22T21:14:44.714-04:00

I don't know about you of course, but I certainly spent a lot of time examining and critiquing records covers. No matter what the genre. In many ways, I greatly miss the those large, 12x12 perfect squares of art that told an entire story as I listened to the songs held within. Sometimes their message was simplistic, decidely frank, or even unapologetically BRAZEN... but oh! Often they were

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1200419462473536342007-03-18T20:12:00.001-04:002007-04-01T10:57:15.963-04:00

Sunday is the last day. The one I wait for.The day that starts a little later, and a little slower.The day that waits for me noiselessly, and patiently, to do all the other thingsthat need doing on all the other days.Sunday is the day that sits bedside, until I crawl out from under the coversbecause I am ready, and not because I have to, until I walk on the warm wood floorto the kitchen, bright,

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1896776215279651182007-03-17T15:47:00.000-04:002007-03-17T19:49:29.195-04:00

Yay! My baby blog is one year old today! Just look how much it's grown:250 posts! 5,351 page views! 3,684 unique visitors!Now I know these stats may seem like small potatoes to some of you, but I'm pretty proud of my blog! I must admit though, I do need to spend a little more time with it, nurturing it and allowing it to grow. I will try very hard to do this. Only then can my blog be the

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-26758282779235114202007-03-16T14:37:00.000-04:002007-03-16T14:43:17.781-04:00

{fig.1} blacksmith @ goldfield mines, azvisit photo friday

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-87505371152038735422007-03-11T15:59:00.000-04:002007-03-11T16:08:05.547-04:00

...like this Catalog Card one; which at first glance seems so fun! So novel! So potentially useful! Then one quickly realizes after making 1 (or maybe 2) of them, that it is in fact not quite SO fun, nor novel, nor useful, but feels compelled to bookmark it and blog it anyway.

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-91506831531088463892007-02-21T08:25:00.000-05:002007-02-21T19:24:25.015-05:00

I hate (and by hate I mean secretly LOVE) listening to PC People as they stand in delusional, huddled masses over their computers talking techie to one another:"I'm downloading that disk cleaner thing you gave me.""Oh, good, good. Yeah, try and run it like, once a week if you can.""Oh, ok, I should be able to remember to do that.""Did you get that (such-and-such) virus scanner?""Yep I have it.""I

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-92220404108509015132007-02-19T22:15:00.000-05:002007-02-20T21:12:30.843-05:00

I've been deeply into music from Day One. It's always been a major component of my life. I had a Fisher Price piano. I played "on tour with the Bay City Rollers" in my friend Angie's rec room every weekend for an entire summer. I was lead vocal and sometime-lead-guitar and sometime-drummer of The Victoria Street Air Band for crying out loud. I sang alto in the school choir. I know how to play,

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-34768203828840972282007-02-19T07:30:00.000-05:002007-02-19T22:16:35.823-05:00

If I had this incredible Sonic Chair I would be able to hear my music from all sides......thereby virtually sitting INSIDE the sound (in such sophisticated style, no less)......and it would make me so happy, I would quite likely gleefully kick up my heels, like this!Sigh. I've never met you, Sonic Chair. And yet I know that I could love you.

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-61508229145154708492007-02-18T10:29:00.000-05:002007-02-18T11:15:35.645-05:00

Remember that titillating, wonderous moment when you first added a new widget to your dashboard, and you gasped in delight at the watery, rippled effect? Then remember when you rushed to show your friends and family and you excitedly exclaimed, "Look at this! Look what it does when I add a new widget! There, see? Isn't that coool?"Now, thanks to the (very free!) lotsawater screensaver, there

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-29839044779123675942007-02-17T11:51:00.000-05:002007-02-18T00:06:17.847-05:00

Whilst bumbling around Macworld.com this morning, I came across an article titled, What's Up Dock? by Phllip Michaels.This article pulled me in immediately because I simply can't get enough of tweaking, customizing, and beautifying my system, and I find it equally captivating to see how others choose to tweak, customize and beautify theirs. Just this morning alone in fact, I spent nearly 3

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-47289030240521377402007-02-13T13:17:00.000-05:002007-02-21T19:32:16.436-05:00

Some people are born bloggers. They're naturals at it, and don't even know it. And worse, there are those who do know they'd be good at it, but are reluctant. And that pains me. More than you can imagine. Because in a world full of souls who are unable to articulate themselves or simply unwilling to communicate their thought and opinions for whatever reason, there are those who truly need,

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1171222234569841352007-02-11T14:28:00.000-05:002007-02-11T17:12:44.033-05:00

Yummy is having the place all to yourselfalready in your PJ's even though it's just 7 o'clockstirring your favorite yummy pasta saucewhile sipping yummy, buttery cognacand listening to Favela played by Barney Kessel.Yummy is taking that dinner into bed with yousomething you so rarely get to dofeeling blissfully cosy on yummy jersey sheetspropped up on pillows, cross legged,with the cognac resting

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1171219515704687542007-02-11T13:30:00.000-05:002007-02-11T17:13:40.563-05:00

Last night I watched the movie Copote and was quite taken with it. Before I knew it, Capote led to an extensive click-fest about Wikipedia, Wikipedia led me to Breakfast at Tiffany's, Breakfast at Tiffany's led me to pictures of Audrey Hepburn a.k.a Holly Golightly, and voila! My newest desktop. Took quite a bit of day-wasting tweaking to the original image I pilfered from Google, but now I am

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1168748816610597412007-01-13T22:37:00.000-05:002007-01-14T14:27:42.670-05:00

2 names i go by:april & chick2 parts of my heritage:scottish & english2 things that scare me:someone behind me on the stairs & snakes2 everyday beauty essentials:aveeno facial moisturizer & benefit cheek & lip tint2 things i'm wearing right now:silky pajama bottoms & short-sleeve white henley2 things most recently ingested:edamame & red wine2 of my favourite current bands/artists:vince guarldi &

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1168433729117007232007-01-10T07:55:00.000-05:002007-01-10T08:04:42.176-05:00

The much fabled and fantisized-about cellphone that Apple fans the world over FELT deep in their hearts would find its way to them, was finally, FINALLY unveiled today by Mr. Jobs in San Fransisco, California @ the MacWorld Expo.Wow. WOW. I mean...WOW!!! This thing truly IS the future of mobile communications. But since we now know it's an actual thing and not merely some fantastic concept,

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1168347441778655382007-01-09T07:37:00.000-05:002007-01-09T07:59:10.256-05:00

Yes, I know it's January, and I know Christmas is over for another year, but I am so filled with the anticipation and wonder of MacWorld Expo. In fact - the suspense is killing me. KILLING me. I can't take it anymore! I want new Mac goodies! I do, I REALLY do!!! Announce them already Mr Jobs! Pleeeeze!'Twas The Night Before Expo(By Rob Griffiths and Kirk McElhearn)’Twas the day before

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1166909463393773782006-12-23T16:25:00.000-05:002007-02-08T09:06:16.250-05:00

Stumbling around means finding sites that are truly unique. Like Paul Blow's site. It's simple, straight-forward nav makes it very cool indeed. Less is clearly more here. (note the timely Santa illustration!)

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How fantastically fetching is this tooth-bearing, blockhead skeleton riding his surfboard atop a grimmacing, green-eyed shark?! Super-duper fetching, I say! And "Luis Vasques'" other illustrations are equally as fascinating. (Damn, I wish I was an illustrator! Illustrators are seriously, seriously cool people).

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1166374891349194852006-12-17T11:24:00.000-05:002007-02-11T14:25:40.116-05:00

... the weeks leading up to Christmas when I was little.Each year I would ask Santa for a doll: Mrs. Beasley with her polka-dot dress and her glasses, and her nurturing, sensible quotes each time I pulled the string. Baby Bum-Bum who with a soft, mechanical sound, crawled along the floor, her little "bum-bum" moving from side to side. Strawberry Shortcake with her flame-red hair had a puckered up

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1165160102501353262006-12-03T10:24:00.000-05:002006-12-03T22:20:13.293-05:00

In the last hour,I made breakfast while M walked Zero...veggie bacon & the last two veggie sausages,pancakes, potato wedges and mango juice,with the candle on the table lit,(because candles aren't just for the night as far as I'm concerned)and after, I let Zero eat some scraps from the new green platesbecause it's his Sunday too, and he deserves a treat.In the last hour, I made my coffee (

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1163988415584970542006-11-19T20:50:00.000-05:002006-11-19T21:13:53.590-05:00

(click to enlarge)Get your mind out of the gutter, perverts! This post is about a bittersweet childood memory brought back to mind after reading today's Peanuts comic strip on Peanuts.com. You see, I too was fixated with a blanket, which I affectionately referred to as my "Fuzzie." It also was washed (or so says my mother anyway), but the difference between my story and Linus's is that my

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K, clearly I'm waaay easier to entertain than I ever thought, because I have actually been sitting here, creating bugs, then killing them. Really. I've been spending actual time on this. (well, not LOADS of time... a minute or 2, but still...)Create and kill your own bugs, too! Bugs on the Run!

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My god... Just look at you. So captivating. So... enticing. Oh, you manipulative little temptors! Coyly tucked away amongst the NOEL icon set! I curse you for looking so frothy and creamy and delicious! You take over all good sense and make me want to bundle up and trudge in this damp, cold weather to the local Starbucks... even though the weaker part of me pleads... no, NO! I really, REALLY

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1162751306786727362006-11-05T13:14:00.001-05:002006-11-05T16:54:16.006-05:00

Today is one of those lazy but way-fun Sundays where I lay in bed, powerbook against knees, tinkering, backing-up, organizing and customizing. I ADORE these days. I'm currently in icon "refresh" mode, where I scour my favourite icons sites for new icons, and I've just found a lovely set I wanted to share: Mac Creative by Afterglow. (I'm especially loving the swatches, and the Mac Creative mug

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1161303370295291402006-10-19T19:47:00.000-04:002006-10-20T19:56:57.690-04:00

K, I really coulda done without the clown imagery (shudder), but I otherwise immensely enjoyed this Sony Bravia ad. All the splashing paint, the torrential, explosive colour-fullness of it all... A pure delight. A wonderful, vivid, celebration of COLOUR! ...I especially loved the colour crashing through the kitchen... seeing as though my kitchen couldn't BE any whiter...

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Ryan, I always admired you for the path you chose in life. So many of us THINK about one day travelling, one day pursuing a career with meaning, one day becoming a little more relaxed or a little more adventurous... You embraced all of it. You just went out into the world and LIVED. You soaked it all in... and experienced so much... and knowing that gives me comfort. And though I wish that I

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1158967972116088132006-09-22T19:10:00.000-04:002006-09-22T19:43:47.256-04:00

I know I've not posted in a long, long, long time, but when I took the virtual tour of Apple's newest (sheerly beautiful) store in New York City found at apple.com, the nerdy blogger in me abruptly reawakened to the sounds of my own emphatic and spontaneous oooh's and ahhh's. Talk about an architectural masterpiece! Talk about pure shopping bliss! Talk about a veritable mecca that will become a

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{08•31•06} colorspun with tears

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...and this one goes out to you, DJ Mike Tull, because I recently learned that we share the same admiration for director Jim Jarmusch. Sadly, though, it would seem he should stick to what he knows best: FANTASTIC indie flicks, NOT random music videos by bands who's members wear top hats. I mean, seriously... "Steady As She Goes" by The Racon-WHO??? Yeesh. It's certainly no Mystery Train. Not by

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1156296607549732012006-08-22T21:22:00.000-04:002007-01-26T21:33:17.356-05:00

This one goes out to you, Vlad.

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Stumbling is always fun because you truly just never know what's going to come next. Each time I click that stumble! button, I discover something that I've never seen before, or even knew existed. Take Apple's Mac II Pencil Test as a prime example. I mean, how AMAZING. How FASCINATING. To think that once, not so long ago at all, people were WOW'ed by this. How far we've come in such a short

a•prilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24314341.post-1156089503406832492006-08-20T11:42:00.000-04:002006-08-20T11:58:23.423-04:00

I don't have a baby and i'm not even sure i'd ever even WANT a baby, but if I DID have a baby, it would be Rockabye Baby records for my baby all the WAY! My baby would be the rockin'est baby, ever. And further, I would likely pay $80 to dress my baby in a baby-Black Sabbath or baby-KISS tee, and my baby would likely have a faux-hawk and wear little baby-Docs, too. My baby would rock indeed --

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Sweet desktop, huh? The Donnas are just so rad. I want to BE a Donna. Pretty bad. But I'm not. So instead, I download desktops from their site. Sigh.

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I've had an iPod for almost 5 years now. CORRECTION. I've had an iPod in my HOUSE for almost 5 years, but I really never laid a finger on it. The ol' Ball & Chain is pretty much the only one who ever used it. And to tell the truth, I'm completely selfish when it comes to gadgets, and a die-hard music fan to boot, so I stubbornly decided that if I couldn't have one ALL to myself, I'd rather not

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{fig.1} private: "don't get me in the picture..."visit photo friday

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{08•03•06} skyspun with tears

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So, really. Who cares that the clothing isn't all my personal taste? And who cares that I can scarcely decipher a single word that's written here? La Moi has an ADORABLE site. I love the name. I love the colour scheme. I love the fonts. I love the chic, girlish illustrations. And it LOVE that it sounds everso like the tiny music box I had sitting on my dresser when I was small. La Moi is

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{fig.1} portrait: jesse jamesvisit photo friday

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part 1part 2part 3Now, if I haven't already mentioned, we had not eaten all day outside of the few potato chips we munched on for breakfast. S was downright queasy, and we simply didn't want to kill more time by stopping to picnic. It was about 4:45pm (!) and our main concern was reaching the hot springs before it got dark. Keep in mind that

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Well, where do I even begin with this week's site? It is such a feast for the eyes and the senses... the colours, the sounds, the non-stop action. You feel a bit like a kid in a candy store when clicking around in this lively, delightfully off-beat place called AiwaWorld. And don't for a moment be fooled by the fun - this is a super-duper industrial-strength interactive site that took some

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K, first enter AiwaWorld. Then click on the small, shiny black TokyoPlastic character you'll see floating by in a bubble (pictured above). You'll then see a deep purple sky littered with orange clouds. Wait for "mumble boy" to rise up into view (below). Then click him, press play, and be transported to his house -- to create what else? "House" music. Make it in the kitchen, the bathroom, the

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{fig.1} common: budweiser sign in working-class town, usavisit photo friday

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{07•20•06} stuffspun with tears

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part onepart twoAt long last!!! We detour off the Great Western Trail onto the road that promises to take us to the Verde River. We pass through a small, quaint town called Strawberry, and look for the turn-off to the river. We all take turns reading through the hiker's testimonials of where they went once they got to Strawberry, but we're having difficulties finding the road they describe. We

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part oneAfter my tinkle, and the boys have had their fill of shooting practice, we're back in the car... and the road only gets bumpier. We are seriously in the middle of NOWHERE. S is doing his best to hold it together. M & I feel just terrible that he is not totally enjoying this excursion and apologize profusely. We can't believe that the guy who goes motorcycling, ski-dooing, white water

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Veer + Blogging = all you need to know. Simple as that. So designers, get the skinny here!

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Oh goody!!! Remember when you were a kid and you used to get activity books? They had puzzles of all kinds, like word finds, brain teasers, word scrambles, connect-the-dots, etc. Boy, they were neat, weren't they? I just loved 'em. So imagine my sheer GLEE when I stumbled upon Veer's downloadable Activity Books For Creatives. They're everything your childhood activity books were, but geared

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This painting represents just how much i heart small and round. I heart the name, the site, the yummy-creamy-dreamy colours, their little faces with their tiny smiles, the birds, the flowers, and the poetry of the titles (i grant you all the time, i love you in the morning, every day we play, when we are together). I heart it so much that i feel as if tiny red hearts are pouring down all around

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My brother, S, paid a visit to M & I in AZ, and because he's such a thrill-seeker, we wanted to plan a day of pure adventure in his honour. You know, mountains, streams, nature - the whole nine yards. M suggests that we go to the Verde Hot Springs. They are only just a little over an hour away from our house if we take the highway, but we decide that we should go the must scenic way possible

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You know, posting that latest Photo Friday picture brings back a lot of memories from a day that, whilst it was occuring, I swore I would TRY to forget. Now that I look back on it, I do grimmace a bit still, but it truly was an adventure, and we don't get too many days that are are notable enough to tell the story of, do we? So I thought that for my amusement and perhaps for yours, I would

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{fig.1} remarkable: view of verde river, AZ, after a very long journeyvisit photo friday

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{07•13•06} animalspun with tears

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(Original comic by the U.S. govt; from "55 Ways To Have Fun With Google" by Philipp Lennsen)

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I mean it. I'm a geek. Really. I'm not just saying it to be cute. You see, there is not too much else out there that could be considered geekier than being a comic book lover and/or being a die-hard Buffy fan. And I'm BOTH. In fact, finding this Dark Horse Comics "Buffy" Desktop today, and installing it on my Powerbook put me into a frenzied, full-on, giddy, worked-up, geeky-lather. Seriously.

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I don't wear glasses mind you, and wouldn't know where to get a pocket protector even if I wanted one, but make no mistake... I am a geek. I blog. I HEART to blog. I love Star Wars. Even as an adult I avidly collected the action figures, and sought out the limited, recalled "ugly-boy-face" Leia. I love the Lord of the Rings, and read the Hobbit a half dozen times alone. I love video games, and

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I found this and couldn't help but love it. This goes out to all the ladies (like K.E., a/g, & Karyn), who believe that brains are more beautiful than bustiers or bikinis. And no, reading the Enquirer, romance novels, or Cosmo doesn't count, sorry).

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I think just about every designer and/or developer who works long, sometimes frustrating hours with programs like Illustrator, Dreamweaver or Flash has had these thoughts at one point or another: "The program is rebelling! Why is it doing this?!! Why won't it co-operate and do what I want it to do?!!! Thanks, Matt, for bringing this entertaining little goody to my attention... because who

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{06•07•06} outdoorsspun with tears

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Let's see. Hmmm. I see... Hmmm... well... ummm... ...yeah. Sigh. Yes. I'm afraid so. YUP! Ah well, I guess that settles that then. This cover is ATROCIOUS. A real shame, too. Because Muse ain't half bad. I actually quite like them. But their covers!? Tsk, tsk, Muse. Tsk, Tsk.

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Oooh... sakura flower wallpaper... I'm so happy I found you at ndesign.com. You're just too vectorliciously magentalicious.

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As the perfect companion to my Goody of the Week pick, I hearby name Stuck in the 80's my official Site Of The Week. With articles such as "Jake Ryan or Roy Dobler?" and podcasts on everything from break-up songs to Fast Times at Ridgemont High, I do believe I've found myself a little piece of heaven here! (thankyouthankyou, Steve Spears!) Clearly I am stuck in the 80's... I just can't help

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Do you heart 80's music? Well I heart 80's music! And when I came across this totally tubular I Heart 80's Music site, I made an audible *gasp*, then went "coooool," like I was 12 years old all over again. I scrolled down the incredibly lengthy list of videos, then, just like I was 12 years old all over again, exclaimed out loud (to myself): "this is SO going to be my Goody of The Week this

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Anyone who knows me well knows that music is a huge passion. I can sing almost any lyric, have a photographic memory when it comes to music videos and can tell you all kinds of fun facts about musicians and the bands they've played in. At different times in my life, I've toyed with the idea of various music-related professions: guitarist, drummer, keyboardist, vj, dj, music journalist, record

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"The way you work can have a huge impact on your creative success. We present the best advice from leading designers on every stage of the creative process, so that you can keep clients satisfied and make the most of your talents."Computer Art's 50 Ways To Become A Better Designer(Thank you, Computer Arts! I love stumbling on tips such as these... and never tire of being reminded of the "basics.

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{fig.1} health: a happy pooch with a spring in his stepvisit photo friday

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{06•22•06} wetspun with tears

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CandyKiller makes me think of the old comic books from the 40's thru 60's my dad used to bring home from estate sales. They were sometimes beat up, sometimes nearly perfect, and invariably their pages were muted and yellowed with time. Boy, did I just absolutely RELISH them. So, because I relished them so, I relish CandyKiller. I love his "Lucky Bag" piece (above), and full-on HEART his

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"This system of 50 symbol signs was designed for use at the crossroads of modern life: in airports and other transportation hubs and at large international events. Produced through a collaboration between the AIGA and the U.S. Department of Transportation, they are an example of how public-minded designers can address a universal communication need.

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{fig.1} automotive: perched yellow schoolbusvisit photo friday

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{06•15•06} birdsspun with tears

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Q. Why is he giant?Q. Why is he giant, standing up to his armpits in the sea?Q. Why is he giant, standing up to his armpits in the sea, surely scaring the bejesus out of the hapless boaters?Q. Why is he giant, standing up to his armpits in the sea, scaring the bejesus out of the hapless boaters, whilst wearing Travolta's SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER suit?

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( illustration from my site of the week pick, www.sbritt.com )BIG overtures, or small gestures, friends do so much to lift our spirits and keep us feelin' warm and fuzzy -- sometimes when we least expect it (but always when we most need it). A good friend of mine recently, quite out of the blue, wrote me a lengthy email, which included an astonishingly complimentary, overwhelmingly touching list

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S. Britt rocks the party. Really. REALLY. I love the portfolio of work (drool), I love the About page, I love the (very clever) Extra Extra page, I love the links (oh so many!), and I love the store chock full 'o' S. Britt goodness. I just love S. Britt. LOVE. Really.

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I have been a music fan for as long as memory serves, but I'm not really a traditional, top 40 radio kinda gal. I much prefer internet radio, truth be told, as it's so much more varied and targeted. Sites like luxeriaMusic.com ever strengthen this preference, and I was so very pleased to happen upon in the other day. Their description sold me immediately: "The perfect soundtrack for your

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What in the world will I write about MYSTERY?Will I write a personal anecdote?Will I write about the daily mysteries in everyday life?Will I write about all the "big questions" that confound me?Oh boy -- will I dare open up THAT huge cans of worms?Can I even handle doing all that this morning?Would it unearth too much?Or should I keep it light instead? Funny, perhaps?Funny's fun. People like

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Not that I've met her, but I have a feeling that Kathleen of seamripper is a lot like me. Or I'm like her. One or the other. I really like her drawings, and as I'm so fond of restating (sadly), I can't draw -- so that's clearly not what I think makes us similar. When I look at her about me page (which is by far the cutest and most interesting i've seen in recent memory), I do this:Trees? Check

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Lauren Gregg still loves you. Clearly. She really, really does. Whoever you are, it's plain to see that she is not over you. No, not by a long shot. Even though she knows that somehow, there must be others... she reaches out to YOU. Can't you see? Because she truly loved you then. She saw lucky stars in your eyes. And she loves you still, today, after all this time has passed. She wants you to

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{06•08•06} weatherspun with tears

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How can something that is so simple be so vastly engrossing? I mean, I've spent 5 minutes just dragging my mouse around on Antoine+Manuel's little dots, every which way, completely fixated. It's like I'm 3 again. I browsed through the rest of their site briefly... and was moderately intrigued... (ok, more than moderately because actually I LOVE this so much I could spit - and then promptly make

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