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Bonus! I forgot I had some pictures from my New York trip on my phone. Here, for your viewing pleasure, they are:
This woman in Minnesota spent the time waiting to board reading a Bible, rocking in her seat and weeping. I really feel displays of religious fanaticism, regardless of the faith, should be discouraged in airports. I wanted to tell her to lighten up and read some slash fic.
Minnesota wasn't all bad. Their bathrooms had the Dyson Airblade™, a newfangled contraption the straight-laced mid-Westerners fearfully avoided for the most part.
This sign was posted in the Barnes & Noble bathroom in Union Square.
These were the two options. Evidently the adjective "small" wasn't descriptive enough. Or people tried one button and, meeting with failure, just gave up completely and fled humiliated. I also don't fully understand why "flush" is in quotations.
The Trio at the Shake Shack
HAH. Forbidden Planet had a gay pink Star Wars stormtrooper. Amy almost smacked into the display case, she flew over so fast.
Meisje pointed out this "penis building" (the Flatiron). I didn't see it at the time, but this pic illustrates it pretty well. We perved on it for a minute as a warm-up to the play.
Finally....the next in the series of Kitten Mittens: Behind the Music videos. The first will be archived and never seen again, as most early band material is. In this one I was sure to wear a bra for a change, and tried not to berate Tery quite so viciously. It's slightly choppy because it had to be edited to fit into YouTube's stringent uploading parameters, but I was careful not to remove anything too funny (a bit nervous being on YouTube, but a) it was the only site I could think that would host a video of its length, and b) the odds of anyone other than my readers coming across it are probably pretty slim).
After tweaking it for hours, I hope never to hear this song again.
My frustration comes from Tery's persistently dropping power level, despite her apparently intense concentration -- mostly due to her refusal to use the bass pedal. Nevertheless, we ARE having fun. When Tery drinks enough wine, she stops noticing my nagging. It's a convenient arrangement.
I'd also like the record to reflect that she's not ready for medium.
We performed a second song, which had to be cut for length and for not being nearly as funny as the first. It will later go in the deleted scenes on the DVD release. I have our career path meticulously plotted out, I assure you.
This woman in Minnesota spent the time waiting to board reading a Bible, rocking in her seat and weeping. I really feel displays of religious fanaticism, regardless of the faith, should be discouraged in airports. I wanted to tell her to lighten up and read some slash fic.
Minnesota wasn't all bad. Their bathrooms had the Dyson Airblade™, a newfangled contraption the straight-laced mid-Westerners fearfully avoided for the most part.
This sign was posted in the Barnes & Noble bathroom in Union Square.
These were the two options. Evidently the adjective "small" wasn't descriptive enough. Or people tried one button and, meeting with failure, just gave up completely and fled humiliated. I also don't fully understand why "flush" is in quotations.
The Trio at the Shake Shack
HAH. Forbidden Planet had a gay pink Star Wars stormtrooper. Amy almost smacked into the display case, she flew over so fast.
Meisje pointed out this "penis building" (the Flatiron). I didn't see it at the time, but this pic illustrates it pretty well. We perved on it for a minute as a warm-up to the play.
Finally....the next in the series of Kitten Mittens: Behind the Music videos. The first will be archived and never seen again, as most early band material is. In this one I was sure to wear a bra for a change, and tried not to berate Tery quite so viciously. It's slightly choppy because it had to be edited to fit into YouTube's stringent uploading parameters, but I was careful not to remove anything too funny (a bit nervous being on YouTube, but a) it was the only site I could think that would host a video of its length, and b) the odds of anyone other than my readers coming across it are probably pretty slim).
After tweaking it for hours, I hope never to hear this song again.
My frustration comes from Tery's persistently dropping power level, despite her apparently intense concentration -- mostly due to her refusal to use the bass pedal. Nevertheless, we ARE having fun. When Tery drinks enough wine, she stops noticing my nagging. It's a convenient arrangement.
I'd also like the record to reflect that she's not ready for medium.
We performed a second song, which had to be cut for length and for not being nearly as funny as the first. It will later go in the deleted scenes on the DVD release. I have our career path meticulously plotted out, I assure you.
