Digital SLR – what do you know about them?

Recently, I decided I needed a hobby, one that does not involve picking up dog poop or straining my eyes on anything at all. That eliminates most hobbies, or at least the cheap ones, like knitting, drawing, or becoming the world’s fastest poop-scooping eye chart reader.

I am about to become the proud owner of a Canon Rebel XT. And in July, I am taking a photography class to learn to use my hot new camera. In the meantime, I will be clueless, so if anyone out there knows anything about how to use Digital SLRs, email me and aid me in my quest to become what my husband called “some idiot savant with the photography.”

And somewhere, Tinky Winky celebrates

L: I hope when Jerry Falwell gets to heaven, well, I hope that there’s a gay angel walking around with a purple purse waiting to greet him.

K: What makes you think Jerry Falwell is going to heaven?

L: Well, I was trying to be charitable. He did just die, after all.

K: Fair enough.

Things I never thought my husband would say, #10749

Honey, we can’t leave the house.

Why not?

Another episode of Run’s House is on next.

Right.

Ask Double Vision

I recently checked the referrals to this site, and lately, people have been searching google for all sorts of things that lead to this blog. They need answers to their questions, and I am a pretend expert on everything, so here we go:

What does double vision look like?
It looks like 2 a.m. on your 21st birthday, right after you climbed down off the bar, but right before your best friend had to hold back your hair.

When will the double vision stop?
Never ever. You’re screwed.

Can you go on a Polish safari?
I don’t imagine so.

How do I build a double-barrel ice bong?
I don’t know, but when you figure it out, call me.

What are the worst two words in the English language.
Celine. Dion.

And my personal favorite:

IS IT OK TO WEAR SERGEANT PEPPER JACKETS TO A WEDDING?
Yes. Absolutely.

Sorry, Daffy, you’re just too tasty

Recently, I have had nothing to say, and I’ve also been out of town or at work for what seems like most of my waking hours of late.

I keep finding grey hair, which is limiting my ability to think or act rationally.

But now I’m home, semi-sane, and I have something important to impart to all of you.

I recently ate the french fries here and almost passed out from the sheer delicious. According to DVH, they are coated in duck fat before they are fried, and he does not joke about duck products.

I recommend that you book a table and get on a plane immediately. You can make the day even better by confounding and entertaining your husband when he takes you into a very famous jewelry store and tries to buy you something…and instead, you ask for a pair of shoes.