So in a last-stretch effort to finish school once and for all, this week I started my Maymester course. It’s basically a semester’s worth of a class viciously crammed into three weeks of May. I think that works out to each day of class is equal to a week of regular semester work.
So… sorry I’ve been slow on the posting photos. When I’m not in class, reading studying homeworking or highlighting… I am sleeping. And occasionally trying to get a job. Not much time for shooting or blogging.
I’m taking an advanced microeconomics course (yay electives!). Which means every day I have a lovely hike across campus for a class where I will sit for 3 hours in a small, hard desk made for right handed people (I am left handed) and listen to a Census Bureau stooge imported from D.C. ramble on about theories and PPFs and god knows what else (to be seen) while I try to at least look attentive and not beat the football player sitting behind me to death with my legal pad.
I don’t know if Humongous Ongus back there recognizes me as the little white girl with the cameras who frequented games and practices - doubt it - but I know him. I “know” a lot of the football players on a variety of less than personal levels. Many are nice, intelligent guys and with bright futures. This guy - to remain unnamed - apparently has the intelligence level of these french fries I’m eating right now.
Every spring at the school where my mom teaches, the fourth graders have “Character Day.” This was last Friday.
All the kids pick an important person in American history, write a report about the person and make a poster. On Character Day they dress up like their character and sit in chronological order according to character birth year all around the gym.
It’s a public drop-in event. The kids’ families, the school board, all the other classes in the school - they all stop by and do whatever. Ask the kids questions about their characters, give them high fives, give me hugs (no really, I got a few), whatever.
Mama is the fourth grade science teacher and as she’d been at the school the longest of the fourth grade teachers, she was elected to organize the mess this year.
She usually takes pictures with a little camera and uses her own money to make prints for all the kids. I was in town and she asked me to come out, of course I said I’d do it. Mama requested I got individual shots of all the kids, with their name sign in the background so she can keep them all straight later on.
Some of these new features WordPress has been adding lately and not telling me about are getting REALLY FREAKING ANNOYING.
Last week I noticed a bulleted list named “Possibly Related Posts”at the bottom of some of my posts.
Usually linked one or two to my other posts (usually not related to anything in that post) and links three or four other random posts on other random blogs, also usually not actually related and sometimes outright ridiculous.
I had nothing to do with it, couldn’t make it go away and thought I’d been hacked or something. I even changed my password and vowed to investigate once finals were over.
Today I noticed it says “Possibly Related Posts (automatically generated)”. That’s when I figured it was a WordPress thing. So I did a little research and:
TO MAKE STUPID FEATURE GO AWAY
Go to WordPress Dashboard
Go to Design > Extras
Click “Hide related links on this blog, which means this blog won’t show up on other’s blogs or get traffic that way”
Click save
Sorry, WordPress, but if I want to link a post about Anne Coulter’s scrotum or someone’s very interesting day shopping for minivans, I’ll do it myself. I like semblances of control and I’m a big girl now anyway. I don’t need your help.
A Disney princess. Stephanie, a UGA junior, and part of the Disney College Program. But, still a princess.
We don’t know which one, because that ruins the magic (no, really, I don’t know). The portrait can’t be too suggestive of any certain princess, because that also might ruin the magic.
Magic is very important. I like magic.
Hint: The birds and butterflies aren’t Photoshop and clipart. They’re magic.
Two weekends ago, the cat chased a chipmunk inside the house. I caught it with an oven mitt and a Vince Dooley collector cup.
Last weekend, the cat brought a dead chipmunk in the house. Turns out it wasn’t dead. Insanity ensued on and off for hours, but Kellyand I thought we chased it out eventually. We weren’t 100 % sure.
And then today while I’m trying to get this multimedia project done for class tomorrow, the cat finds a chipmunk in my pants on the floor. And then…
It’s the home stretch… less than a week to wrap up a semesters worth of crap for classes. I’m working on a couple pretty cool projects I’ll try to post here once it’s all over and done with.
I’ve got a stockpile of Diet Coke and Hot Pockets that could feed a small army, and for shits and giggles, I bought a box of Cheerios twice as big as my head.
I picked up an issue of “Critter” this weekend at the coffee shop with Wegel. It’s one of those free newsprint tabloid thingies put next to the door with the HouseFinder books so you can read them or color in them or whatever. This one is a monthly filled with all the special unwanted animals in the Athens area that you can take home and huge and squeeze and love forever and ever and ever.
At the end of yesterday’s post, we saw an example of embarrassingly bad pre-production for print.
Today I give you…
… these 2 fine boys.
I wonder if you can split them up. I think I like the one on the left better.
So this past January UGA mens basketball coach Dennis Felton said if they won the SEC tourney this year he’d shave his mustache. Not to doubt Felton’s faith in his team, because I don’t, but I think it was (at least in part) one of those things people say sometimes to make a point and expect not to happen. Such promises are also recommended for riling up the student section at home games.
The ’stache had to go. The execution was a high noon Friday. He said that next year when they win the Final Four, he’ll shave his whole dang head. Keep reading →
