Random Thursday: Sunny with a Chance of Photos

It’s Thursday already?  Where does the time go?


Writer Bling!

This is, you will note, a magenta, molded plastic, ballpoint quill pen, which my friend Grace bought for me at the Stratford Shakespeare Festival:

I love it. It has good heft and sits in my grip well—the ink flows nicely, too.  I wrote part of my revenge scene with it.

Little known fact: silly pens help with writing serious stuff.  It’s true.

And the pen goes very well with my new scribble book, which I found at Border’s for $2.99.  There’s foil on the cover!

I love writer bling!  Especially shiny bling!


Doing the Happy Geek Dance

I found out the voice of Smaug in the new Hobbit movie is being done by Benedict Cumberbatch, who caught my attention in BBC’s Sherlock and never let go.

He’s on my personal list of actors I would gladly pay scale—hey, librarian’s salary—to read the telephone book, should no erotic poetry Shakespearean sonnets be at hand.

He’s also starring in a screen adaption of one of my favorite John le Carré novels, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy.


I am replete with squee, y’all.**


Talenti Gelato:  The Best Ice Cream Ever, Grocery Store Freezer Division:

I’m not kidding.  I bought it on a whim this past weekend because I liked the screwtop lid—I am a simple person—and I love milk chocolate ice cream, which is difficult to get around here.   That night, I sampled a spoonful.

I’m fond of ice cream.  We have an emotionally satisfying relationship.   I’ve even been known to down a whole pint now and again.  And again.

But please believe me when I say that I’ve never been tempted to describe ice cream as a holy experience—and I’m not tempted now.

This is a pint of sex.


Shifting gears, now.

Can anyone tell me what this is?

It’s growing at the end of our driveway.

I thought it was a lily of some sort, but I really don’t know.


If I was three feet tall . . .

Sunny was bored the other day, and I was busy, so I gave her my camera.  This is what life looks like when you’re knee-high to a duck:

 First of all, you’re a lot closer to your feet.

 And turtles.**


Tall people always put money, car keys, and phones out of reach. And art appreciation is a real pain in the neck.

 But one can always create a three-dimensional interactive floor collage. This one is called,
“A Few of Sunny’s Favorite Things”:


*And before a few of you comment, I am not a cougar—I respect his talents as an actor.  And anyway, he was born in 1976 and the fact that I knew that date off the top of my head is not relevant in the least.

**Yes, turtles are the serendipitous, unplanned theme o’ the week.  This one was my birthday present a few years ago from my MIL, because nothing says affection like a sixty-five-pound concrete turtle.   His name—the one he came with—is Shelley, though before we moved him out of the way, his nickname was Ouch-Damn-It-My-Toe.   I love him.