“I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life. I’m going to take a stand. I’m going to defend it. Right or wrong, I’m going to defend it.”
April on my calendar last year.
(Pictures from CHSH, April 2011)
July 16th is the only day in the entire year for which I couldn’t find a wacky holiday or celestial event.
Its utter vacuity is at once mocking of my inadequacy, and lonely; longing for meaning amid its more interesting neighbors. I couldn’t even make it Nothing Day. January 16th already has that honor.
So there it sits, in the middle of the month, staring blankly at me.
What do you want from me, July 16th? I tried to make you relevant or irreverent, but there was nothing I could do! STOP STARING AT ME! I MEAN IT! STOP IT!!
OK, deep breaths… I’m all right. Whew!
I guess I shouldn’t read “The Tell-Tale Heart” before bed, huh?
June is next up in my iPhoto calendar.
Here we have oven-crisp bacon, Uno’s pizza with loads of extra cheese added (and a margarita in a cactus glass in the background), and a bowl of Breyer’s Rocky Road ice cream with banana slices and microwaved Jif Natural peanut butter topping.
We’re up to March in my iPhoto calendar.
Right when I took the picture of the very tall beer, the bartender went by and grabbed the first beer’s empty glass and produced the light streaks you see to the left.
Then there are my favorite margarita ingredients, with everything else in the picture made monochrome.
And finally, I’m crossing the streams by adding (freezer-stored) tequila to my Shamrock Shake® instead of the traditional whisky. Let’s not get into the wisdom of having a McDonald’s shake in the first place…