Lots of girls and lots of boys
Lots of smells and lots of noise
Playing football in the park
Kicking Pushbikes after dark
Baggy trousers, dirty shirt
Pulling hair and eating dirt
This beach is for locals only
Don’t they know they can’t surf on our beach
So here’s Berry’s question for us all:
Meme Instructions: What are you afraid of? What are you haunted by? Share some of your fears and if you can, create an image depicting one of them. Don’t forget to leave your link in the comments!
This was an easy one for me to identify, but it took some doing for me to find the right place to photograph it. My worst fear is falling. Yes, I know, I shouldn’t be afraid of falling, I should be afraid of the landing part! But still, that’s how it is. I remember forcing myself to the edge of the observation deck on the Empire State Building. I remember being 20some stories up in a hotel that had floor-to-ceiling bay windows, and finally going to get a look out and downwards… by crawling on my belly into the bay. Continue reading
(not entirely work-safe image ahead!)
HERMES was the great Olympian God of animal husbandry, roads, travel, hospitality, heralds, diplomacy, trade, thievery, language, writing, persuasion, cunning wiles, athletic contests, gymnasiums, astronomy, and astrology. He was also the personal agent and herald of Zeus, the king of the gods. Hermes was depicted as either a handsome and athletic, beardless youth, or as an older bearded man. His attributes included the herald’s wand or kerykeion (Latin caduceus), winged boots, and sometimes a winged travellers cap and chlamys cloak.
Hermes was the god of the birds of omen, birds despatched from heaven under the divine inspiration of prophetic Apollon. Only seers, under the god’s patronage, could distinguish birds of omen from those “idly-chattering” and interpret their divine messages.
Hermes was heaven’s herald and so was naturally regarded as the source of those other winged messengers of heaven – the birds of omen.
–From theoi.com Continue reading
Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were fireproof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby is where I’ll be
I tend to avoid using graphics editing on pics in my blog: when I do, I prefer labeling what I did.
Two reasons: first, I want to show you what I found, not what I did to it. I can pull off pretty reasonable photoshop work, but that makes the image about my skill, not about the creator’s skill.
Second, I want you to know what you should expect from the clothes, or the items, in the photo. You just need high end graphics in Second Life to see just what I show you.
Also, I am realizing that I had no idea how slim my avatar is!!
We don’t follow fashion
That would be a joke
You know we’re going to set them set them
So everyone can take note take note
-Adam Ant Continue reading
About… a week ago, maybe more, I hung out with my friend Nigel while he was playing around with his efforts towards the Hair Fair’s ‘Bandana Day’. The idea behind this
is to keep all you people about 10k lighter in render weight to help out kids who’ve lost their hair to chemotherapy. See, there are kids who get cancer. It’s an awful thing. And when you get cancer, often you get chemotherapy. And when you get chemotherapy, often you lose some or most of your hair. Continue reading
Breaking away with the best of both worlds
With a smile that you can’t disguise
Nobody ever warns you, or tells you what to do