I was gonna piss and moan about how sick I was, but I've decided to postpone that pity party for one and put up pictures from New Years instead. Hold on to your socks!
Let me just start out with a little story. Not really a story, more of an FYI. I take the world's shittiest pictures. I am, in no way, photogenic. I'm not calling myself ugly, or anything like that, but if I can look like I'm being goosed somewhere off camera, well, I usually do. Anyway. I make a face. It's a "I hate my smile so I'll cover it up with this craaaazy face!" face. I don't know when I started doing it, but friends and family have been complaining about it for years. I get a lot of, "ok, I'm going to take a picture...don't do The Face!". Thing is, I don't even know I'm doing the face. I'll see if I can find an example...Ah yes, the Seattle Party...
Yeah, who wants to go home with that face at the end of the night? The answer is, nobody.So at New Year's Eve dinner, when my picture was about to be taken, I swore to myself that I would not make The Face. And this is what we ended up with...
That's right, no one fucks with me OR my decanter of water. If they do...why, I'll just look that them intensely. Yes, that'll learn 'em.
Here's my second attempt at NOT making The Face. First, note how normal and pleasant looking Jen is with her slight I'm-gonna-suck-on-some-Ranch-and-don't-you-wish-you-could-too hint of a smile. Whereas it's perfectly obvious that over on the right side of the table, I'm being surprised by something I'm hearing in Jen's hair.What the hell? Why can't I just smile like a normal person? Or at least somehow make the faces I DO make come out somewhat endearing. Phooey. Phooey to all of it.
This one is just funny. Fun-ny. You can't try and analyze comic genius. You just can't.
Now we'll get to the action. We were at my G.parent's cabin up in Long Beach, WA. Holy FUCK was it cold. And were we dressed appropriately? Nope.
Ex Sys Admin wants a hug. And I'm all, "eh".
But he IS wearing the fugly scarf I knitted for him last year, so I suppose that deserves one. It is a SERIOUSLY fugly scarf.
This was after many drinks, and we still played for another two turns or so. Jenga's kind of an anti-climactic game. Especially when the rule sheet is missing. Does Jenga have rules? Anyway, it's my artsty photo.And here are two small videos that say all that needs to be said...you know, after I said all that other stuff above.
PS: Those people are clamming. Bunch of scavengers.
13 keep(s) me blogging:
Okay, the pic of Marie and me on the bed is artistic; like when folks finally figured out perspective. Consider this a lesson in Brunelleschi or Piero della Francesca. I know, I sound smart here, but I had to wrack my brain to pull that out of my hat. And Google. As for sucking on ranch, that is almost as good as sucking on some chicken fried steak. Almost.
A classic "The Face" moment (you'll probably have to copy/paste this url into your browser to see):
http://www.tyandlaura.com/images/theface1.jpg
Compliments of your loving sister.
Okay I have to admit I almost peed myself in the part where you were saying that you were "hearing something in Jen's hair" - Kara you are freakin' brilliant writter! I love it! Oh and the face... I love that face - it's the classic Kara - please don't change it! :)
The clammers are creepy. Especially when you think of them walking out onto the beach from the nearby forest, in all zombified. Claaaaams... CLAAAAAMS!!
By the way, I'd like to point out the fact that I wrote "in all zombified". I'm so glad that my college fund is being put to such good use.
I don't know, I can think of alot worse things people could be doing than digging clams, like eating clams...YUK! But who were the loonies in that picture, the ones who actually had a reason to be out in the freezing cold, December 31st or January 1st weather, or the ones who were out there in inferior cold weather clothes just standing around. I know what my answer would be, Face!
And it's worthy of note that the Face your sister posted was while you were working on one and the same fugly scarf also in evidence out in the freezing Long Beach cold for no good reason.
Nice tie-in, the future, I totally missed that. Really brings the whole post full circle.
oh people...you're all perfect.
"That's right, no one fucks with me OR my decanter of water" i think this should be the new title of your blog. that freakin cracked me up.
this was a highly hysterical post and i think i love you for it. there i said it. face and all.
What a lovely and strange mix of photos.
Sweet mother of Zeus! I get injured up for a few days and miss all kinds of sh*t, making movies about birds and being on a beach and that other stuff. What the hell were you doing on a beach in the middle of winter? Btw, I totally understand the trouble you have with people taking pictures of you. It wouldn’t be so bad if they would just snap the damn picture and move on but there has to be that long pause where you’re supposed to look normal…hate it.
Oh, Kara- No matter what you say you're cute as a cold button.
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