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Progress – This, That and the Others

This

So far, things are going according to plan regarding the translation of the Spaces version of Barking Space to the WordPress version.

The challenge is the sheer volume, mostly of the haiku entries. Not to mention that in November the server that hosted my images took a tumble, leaving most of the articles that had pictures without images.

So now it’s all about uploading those images again. But before I do that, I have to find them and format them.



That

The Figtography Blog seems to be a success. Quite a number of visitors have been to the site, and there are a number of comments.

If you haven’t gone already, I encourage you to go.

One warning I have to give you is that the photos are all posted by date. So it may appear that none have been added recently.

I apologize for making people do work to look at my images. That was never my intention when I started time-stamping everything.



The Others

Who watched the seaon finale of Lost last night?

I don’t think I have enough pee to properly express my excitement over what transpired in the two hours of the episode.

I know there was a lot of disappointment over season one’s ending. I don’t think that will be the case this time.

Any thoughts? Theories?

Paddy Whacks – The Sequel

Paddy Whacks Addendum

So, I posted this article a few days ago, encouraging people to chat about funny or silly things I have said or done.

Honestly, that was a great trip down memory lane. I had me some great belly laughs. Since you were all so kind, I thought I would reciprocate by posting some funny pictures of myself growing up.

So without further ado (feel free to click to enlarge)…



Infant


They call me Bill Z. Bub…


Yes. To quote Rodney Dangerfield, when I was born they didn’t slap me. They slapped my mother for having such an ugly child.



Me. Au natural…


Honestly. What photo show would be complete without the one photo that parents will always show your closest friends?



Adolescent


Worst…Cop…Ever…


I really don’t know what I was thinking here. I suppose when you’re a kid, you don’t really think things through. Obviously, cops will never be caught dead wearing shoes like that.

Nor will you see them hiking their pants up in such a manner. At least, not north of Tennesee.



Pride of the Boy Scouts…


By pride I meant embarassment. I don’t know how I ever thought this was cool. I always heard that chicks dig a guy in uniform. Er…



Grown Up


The Beginning of the End…


This was one of the first big pants photos that Dave and I took. The idea was to take a photo of us in a huddle using our feet.

Don’t ask me why.



This picture makes us look far too young…


My wife lovingly took this photo because we reminded her of two childhood friends. Given that we still act like kids once in a while, I suppose that was fair.



The Moment You’ve All Been Waiting For


Never pack too light…


Yes. This is the picture of me drying a pair of underwear over the camp stove, as detailed by Tien in the comments of the last post.

What more really needs to be said?


I hope you all enjoyed my tribute to my own embarassing moments. Have a great long weekend!


Notepad Master

Take a Notepad

I was checking my e-mail recently and I noticed a story in the news section about J.K. Rowling and how she was complaining that she had run out of writing paper to write on when she went to town.

So what did people do? They sent her paper.

I understand that people admire her and love her books. Or perhaps they really want her to get cracking on the purported final novel in the series. But this lady is one of the richest people in the freakin’ world. Somehow I think that she could actually afford to buy writing paper from anywhere on the face of the Earth, and have it shipped priority page by page to wherever she wanted.

It’s stories like this that make me shake my head in disgust.

Don’t get me wrong. I quite enjoy the series (although in my opinion the fifth book could have been better written by a monkey jonesing for heroin), but please!

Send your paper to schools in third-world countries that need it!



Chillin’ With the Master

Tomorrow it appears that I will be hanging out with Miss Jay. We’ve been trying to get together ever since her and her hubby moved to the Big Smoke, but something always comes up that prevents us from meeting.

It’s like the universe will explode if we actually ever met while living in the same city. I suppose you should all hide in your bomb shelters tomorrow night, just in case.

I’m very much looking forward to it.

Tidal Contact

Tidal Wave

Moving a blog is apparently a lot of work, as I am finding out first hand.
While WordPress has the ability to import Blogger articles and comments pretty much bang on, it does nothing for MSN Spaces.

So I have to manually copy the HTML from each article, paste it here, and then re-enter all the comments.

Why am I doing this?

I have no idea anymore.

But I’m not going to stop now.

It’s honestly a great way to learn how to mess about with WordPress, which, I have to say, is quite the awesome deal.



Contact

My exhibition is underway.

I took Monday off and spent a few hours hanging my photos. While they don’t cover the walls as much as I would like, they do look pretty good, if I do say so myself.

This time around I cut almost all the mats myself, thanks to a mat cutter that Tien gave me for helping out at his wedding.

Anyone who happens to be in Toronto this weekend should go to your local Contact venue and check out some photography.

Better still come out to mine!


🙂

Network Guest

Best Looking Network Ever

My friend (Mr. Shellie) from Boston is a nut.


I’m pretty much guaranteed to be in stitches after a brief conversation with him on MSN.


At one point in the beginning of our correspondence, we discussed that I worked with Networks. So he began making up new network types based on colours. It was quite funny.


Not everyone will get this, so I apologize…





What did he say? Click to make bigger…




Guest Hai-Kuul

Courtney made the suggestion that I might want to bring in some guest writers to write haiku*.


I don’t normally do the guest blogger thing, but maybe it would be fun.


Would anyone be interested in volunteering?






* – Go figure she suggests it now and not during the Haiku Deluge of Aught Five.