In lieu of my birthday:

I AM A PIRATE!

Osprey

In Love We Trust

This web site has so many awesome motivational signs.  

And some a bit more poetic  :)
http://gingergroup.ro/arte/streets-are-talking/a-divine-madness.html

Mistakes

Aaaagh!

Spider

Blade: 10 Edward: 0

Egad!

Where do you stand?

Are You ConFusEd?

Exactly!

Home Alone?

     Every year around Christmas time the majority of America puts aside their aggravation of politics, how much they hate their jobs, and partake in traditions to bring to life the much-wanted Christmas Spirit.  I also enjoy resurrecting those ooey-gooey feelings of nostalgia I'm sure lots of other people around the globe take time out of their busy schedules to bask in.  Granted, this is something I normally do year round, but Christmas has an extra special type of magic [the spend-lots-of-money-kind].  So every year I lower the lights of my apartment, cook up some delicious soy hot chocolate with an entire bag-full of marshmallows, plop down on my couch, bask in the serene glow of colorful Christmas lights and immerse myself in the quirky and clever situation of 8-year old Kevin McCallister as he devises the ingenious ploy of defending his home from two bumbling burglars in the classic 1990 film: Home Alone.  As a kid, I always wished something as silly and exciting as getting robbed while I sit completely vulnerable in my small home would happen to me.  But alas, my father had taken several steps to assure us this would never come to pass; with multiple alarm systems, a vicious [looking] guard dog, and a multitude of guns in his gun-cabinet.
     As I grew older questions began to arise as I slipped further and further from my total immersion into the story.  How does an 8-year old  have the wit to generate such an elaborate and fool-proof system of painful hindrances for these idiotic but oh-so persistent buglars?  While I struggle through regular Calculus and Biology, this 8 year old pretty boy has the smarts to outwit and mock two full grown adults.  Adults who continuously feel their rage-meter overflow the longer they attempt to infiltrate this one house.  But again, then I feel the ultimate triumph when Marvin and Harry are thumped in the face by old man Marley's giant snow shovel and finally hauled off by the cops at the end of the movie.
     Nothing says Christmas like a miniature possible sociopath child exacting revenge upon the unintelligent ordinary common thief.  *thumbs up*  :-)
     Can't wait for the sequel; Violence in New York!
Merry Christmas everyone.

:)

Stupid cat

Cats are jerks.

The Guild = Awesome

Along the way

Methinks it could be classified as "photography"

So yeah...

Who wouldn't?