The return…

of Opus

Randomly I was searching the web for comics. I came across this:

“On November 23rd, after an absence of almost ten years, Opus returns to the nation’s Sunday comic pages.”


I hope Bill the Cat isn’t too far behind.

French doors and ghost stories

A not so spooky evening

I lollygagged most of Saturday away. Come evening, I headed over to Anne and Katie’s apartment for a last hurrah in their digs as they prepare to bid farewell to the abode. It’s a cool place with hardwood floors and steam heat. A screened in porch, likely my favorite feature, accessible through double french doors, brought some cool autumn air inside.

As the beer was nearing gone and the last bottle of wine was opened, the stories got more off-color (pinko communists and gay-tight shirts were mentioned). Somehow the topic of urban legends came about, particularly appropriate for the season. Two folks went to Ohio University, which seems to be steeped in ghost lore.

The one that stuck:

A girl forgot a book while going to the library one night, and went back to her room to get it. She lived in a quad, those rooms four people share. In the bedroom there are two dressers with mirrors.

The lights were off and she just went in and picked up the book off the top of the dresser and left.

Hours later, she returned, there were police cars and an ambulance parked outside.

Her roommate was raped and killed. On the mirror, written in blood, it said – Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the lights.

Categorized as Friends

Geek Treasure #151

Select, copy, paste, mutilate

The new Preview application in the latest version of Mac OS X allows you to copy text from a PDF and paste it into any other type of document. Sure this feature is available in Adobe’s full blown Acrobat suite, but I never upgraded to the native version.

What I was amazed to find though, was the new tool to allow copying of the vector path info, which can also be pasted from the clipboard into applications like Photoshop and Illustrator.

This both disturbs and thrills me. How often have I asked for a logo from a client and they don’t have a “clean” version handy? On the flipside, I thought one of the best features of PDFs were the “locked” down information that could not be repurposed.

Grin and hmph.

Categorized as Technology

An intervention

Time out

Heather caught me online this morning, before I made it to the studio. She said it was too nice a day, we should “work” from her house. Dave was indifferent and agreed to play along. So I picked up a McGriddle and made my way out to her countryside abode.

I was suspicious of her motives, but driving away from the city on a day like this sounded good. Besides, Heather was being adamant.

“Is this an intervention?” I asked while we regarded a joint outside on the deck.

“What could we possibly intervene with you? Getting it up the butt too much?” (Heather has crude ideas about gay sex)

I laughed off the ass-crack, “I meant, for you! An intervention for you… (meaningless pause) Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Having your own intervention is… tacky.” She replied.

Dave arrived soonafter and decided, if he were to host his own intervention, it would be a lot better than this.

We rolled that idea around for a while while looking at the fall foliage. As the leaves drop, you can start to see a bend of the Ohio River far off in the distance from this vantage.

I thought out loud: “Having your own intervention is a good idea. Get all these people over and say that — I brought you together because I have a problem, and I’ll need your help.

See, I put up with a lot of bullshit, and it needs to stop. Then proceed to go around the group and single everyone out, telling them what annoys you.

Then we started drinking.

Almost a thirty second fall

It’s going by so fast

I’m beginning to find a slight zen on my 100 mile commute between Cincinnati and Columbus. I suppose it will get old, as the leaves disappear completely, but for now, I’ll savor.

It seems as though the trees that were green two weeks ago are a lot more bare. There’s not too many reds along this trip either. Tons of golds.

I feel like I haven’t been surrounded by nature enough, I hope to rectify that this weekend.

It’s going by too fast, this autumn.

Categorized as Pondersome

I babysat

Tubs are fun

Simon and Garfunkel played in Columbus last night. My friends went with a bunch of family and left me with their daughter for a few hours. My first babysitting stint, ALONE.

Who was more scared at this prospect, I’m not sure.

An unfamiliar place + plus and unfamiliar face could have spelled disaster, but it didn’t.

There were a few moments after the bottle was finished of outright screamfest, and try as I might, I couldn’t figure out how to satiate the little chick. As I invested every shred of attention to finding someway to ease her, I realized, even when you give 100%, it’s not always enough.

Later in the evening, after a good piece of sleep, she again arose with some powerful cries. I tried soothing her in the portable crib, but ended up finding some rocking chair action was in order. She quieted down and became unusually alert. Looking to the light creeping in from the venetian blinds, then to the quiet and dimly lit living room. She looked back and forth, over and over.

It wasn’t a scared look, but lucid and attentive.

Gonna be interesting when she puts words out there. Wondering what goes on in that noggin is pretty darn entertaining though.

Categorized as Friends

Ivana, Mrs. Trump’s hair and the theme park that never was

Donald Trump’s mom on TV

So here I am with double digits of channels on the tube at the hotel up in Columbus, and I’m watching Biography on A&E. It is a relatively unobtrusive look at the life of Ivana Trump.

The cast of characters seem outlandish, but flat. Even the head of hair on Donald Trump’s mom fails to warm me to the story.

Ivana would be best served with an Eddy to her Patsy.

Reminds me of another made up woman though – Tammy Faye Bakker.

How many nights I sat up with my Dad. Watching the endless pleas for money as Heritage USA was being built. The sketches of hotels replete with folks for scale, swarming with activity. The conceptual drawings of the water park with the slow pan and dissolve.

Jim and Tammy voiceovers. The room at the resort _our family_ could have every year if we would just give a thousand bucks.

We stared glued at the sketches whirring by each night. Looking at each other with that, “This is a bargain” gleam. Each of us had our niche carved out in the vacations we would take at the resort/theme park. Mom and I would throw pottery. The water slides and endless pools for us boys, and Dadstuff for Dad.

Perhaps he would take up golf.

This was likely the most evangelistic our family ever got. Dad coughed up the grand, eventually – and thus began our vigil of the construction with renewed vigor.

Then it fell apart.

The look of shock that must’ve crossed mine and my siblings faces when we thick headedly realized, this vacation would never happen.

Was this the end of trust?

Were our religious morals corrupted at this news?

I’m not entirely sure, and by no means want to paint a picture so bleak, as there were many fine vacations before and after the Heritage USA debacle.

We have an uncanny ability to muster a smile in the face of adversity, our clan.

I could go on, but first I must see the evolution from Casino mogul to purveyor of Home Shopping Network Pant Suits.

Ivana is no Patsy. There’s a lesson here, I know it.

Categorized as Family

Storytelling at the theater

An evening with David Sedaris

Went with Wendy, Tom and Anne to see David Sedaris speak. We found ourselves dressed more casual than most at the Taft Theater, electronic tickets in hand for an evening of readings, mostly new it seemed.

Aside from the dry wit and sometimes grotesque or bittersweet stories, it was nice to get a peek at the process behind his work during a question and answer session that followed.

His 30 city tour in 31 days allows him to hear the stories and correct alliteration, refining and editing in the evening. He held a pencil in his hand and undoubtedly made markings behind the podium through the set.

The thought of making something “work” on paper as a vocation seemed intriguing.

More remarkable however, is his ability to go off on tangents that provide insight to himself and those around him.

His description of an afternoon with his sister (no, not the one from Strangers with Candy) struck me as particularly poignant. It started off-color, about the etiquette of talking on the phone while in the can, and ended up being a powerful reflection on how we judge actions and each other.

I could try and recount it, but I’m sure the book will be a lot better.

Categorized as Books

You’ve seen the money

Visual excerpts from the WAY COOL* site with interactive flash tour of the new bill

But have you seen the budget for the advertising campaign?

“The U.S. government is spending $32 million — that’s 1.6 million new twenties — to let you know what’s up with the double sawbuck” As written by the Holland Sentinel.

Related Link: The New Color of Money Website

* Sarcasm.
It IS a pretty site, but perhaps TOO pretty

Categorized as Design