I got a Transmogrifier XC for my birthday. The XC is a remake of the original from 1988.
If you see me with it, or even think I might have it on me (i carry it almost everywhere) watch out.  If you provoke me and I take aim, your only hope may be to shout a fun suggestion just before I pull the trigger.

Here's the video companion to yesterday's post.

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Kyle says I don't have to post. But I don't think he minds if I do go ahead and post. He's smiling. Well, now he's scratching his ear. And messing with plastic bags. Oh, he's folding them. He does a really good job at this (and many many other things). I've told him that I, too, can fold plastic bags. Haven't shown him yet, but I will. Most of our plastic bags are from Pete's Market, and we use them to clean up after Roxanne on walks (she has well-working digestive & excretory systems). Now he's reading... he does things faster than I can type them all. And we just learned about haptic-- inspired by the minimalism book he's reading, and aided & abetted by Google & Wikipedia. Roxanne barked at passersby, Kyle shushed her, he read some more, and as he reads he twiddles the Polaroid picture he uses as a bookmark. And we're listening to Leonard Cohen sing, and now I'm gonna go fold a plastic bag and show it to Kyle.

I finally figured out how to scan the negatives from a roll I shot on a Holga a couple months ago when we were visiting my parents.  Here they are with captions because you can't tell much by looking at them.

my brother and Rusty in the backyard:

skateboarding:

another day of skateboarding:

Double exposure:
1: Me falling off the skateboard
2: Roxanne giving Shannon a skateboard ride down the street

My dad holding up a pot or bowl that said something that I liked but because I'm so great at shooting out of focus with this camera we'll never know what it was:

My mom and Shannon walking toward church:

People walking out to the shed to see the newborn kittens:

Happy birthday to Kyle,
You always make me smile,
Plus I'm madly in love with you,
Happy birthday, dear Kyle!





P.S. Thanks to our niece, Rory, for the drawing of Kyle & me

The one cleanish spot in our apartment (you can see the mess in the mirror).