30 Days of Photographs II - Day 3

From an Ant's Perspective

"The Reeboks are coming!  The Reeboks are coming!"

Don't ask.

I have no idea.

Really.

I was totally stomped stumped for today's theme.

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This is part of the 30 Days of Photographs II challenge, spawned by Ziva & BonyMike (a.k.a. MikeWJ). Please visit the others that are contributing to this lunacy:

Ziva

Mike WJ

Nicky and Mike

Mo

Meleah

John, a.k.a. nonamedufus

Bryan

Mariann

Malisa

Nora

LaughingMom

Tanya

Elizabeth A.
Plus a few late newcomers:
Cheryl
Kirsten
Pam

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30 Days of Photographs II - Day 2

Architecture

"Look up ... look waaaaay up!"

This is not the photo I was expecting to publish today.  It was supposed to be a picture of the butt-ugliest eyesore on this island and, sadly, the tallest building on this rock:  The proverbial zit-on-the-nose on prom night ugly.  It's so architecturally bland that it would have Frank Lloyd Wright turning in his grave.  Even sadder is the fact the original plans for the site called for two towers (fortunately, the project ran out of funding and only one was built).

Alas, I've been so busy lately that I wasn't able to get a picture of that non-architectural wonder.  Your welcome.

Instead, I present a last minute shot of the rectangular pyramid one would see if standing in the foyer of our house, looking upward.  It's so high that a giraffe could easily fit inside the entrance and still have enough headroom to don a ten gallon hat.  Our house, so I'm told, was designed and constructed by a merchant marine that dabbled in recreational boat building, and has many unique and sea faring features, the most prominent being the use of teak paneling throughout and the teak plantation doors.  Did I mention the guy was a boat builder?

It's not a Ghery nor a Wright but our house, both visually and structurally, has withstood some forty-plus years - not to mention several hurricanes -  and will probably survive another forty.

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This is part of the 30 Days of Photographs II,  spawned by Ziva  BonyMike (a.k.a. MikeWJ) and the following is a complete list of everyone taking part in this lunacy: 

Ziva

Mike WJ

Nicky and Mike

Mo

Meleah

John, a.k.a. nonamedufus

Bryan

Mariann

Malisa

Nora

LaughingMom

Tanya

Elizabeth A.
Plus two late newcomers:
Cheryl
Kristen

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30 Days of Photographs II - Day 1

Welcome to 30 Days of Photographs II, a month of self-inflicted insanity in which a bunch of bloggers have opted to participate in publishing a photo a day from April 1st to April 30th.  This picturesque project was spawned by Ziva of Ziva's Inferno and BonyMike (a.k.a. MikeWJ) of Too Many Mornings, who also hatched a list of themes (while under the influence of copious amounts of alcohol, no doubt)  upon which each daily photo is to be based.  So, without further ado, here is my submission for today's theme:

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Silence

To be honest, I had no idea of how to photograph "silence".  It was tough.  But while I was pondering a possible subject of today's theme, I was gazing upward into the branches of that tree and suddenly noticed that there wasn't a sound to be heard.  It was eerily silent:  Not a bird chirping, a bug buzzing, a dog barking, nor a car passing.  There wasn't even a hint of a rustling breeze.  What surprised me the most was that I couldn't even hear the normally continuous white noise of the nearby ocean whispering in the background.

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Please visit all of the other lunatics photographic phenoms that are taking part in this challenge:

Ziva

Mike WJ

Nicky and Mike

Mo

Meleah

John, a.k.a. nonamedufus

Bryan

Mariann

Malisa

Nora

LaughingMom

Tanya

Elizabeth A.

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Due To Intestinal Difficulties ...

Ah, yes.  I've been away far too long.

Rather than regale you with tales of my gastronomic woes of these past several months, suffice it say that, where I was once looking to gain about ten pounds, I am now looking to gain twice that amount.  (Sorry Jayne, but I think it can now be clinically proven that my ass is, in fact, smaller than yours.  Not that that's a good thing.)

And, as my luck would have it, just as I'm feeling better I'm starting to come down with a head cold. Apparently one can sneeze while asleep.  Who knew?

C'est la vie.

Even though my blog stats have basically flat-lined (Well, no shit Sherlock - you haven't posted anything in three months), I have not.  I have been be-bopping around the blogs now and again trying to keep up to date, and commenting when my moods aren't putting the theatrics of Linda Blair in The Exorcist to shame - which is to say I've rarely commented at all.  Be thankful.

In order to get back into the swing things here in the bloggerhood, I've decided to commit suicide by camera join the shooting gallery in the upcoming "30 Days of Photographs II", brought to you by Ziva and BonyMike, which links will provide you with all the details of this picturesque project (just because I am too lazy to reiterate them here and am trying to write this post in 2,500 words or less and because, really, no one wants to read a long post about nothing at all since I have a lot to do today including, but not limited to, cleaning the rest of the car, picking up "Murphy's" mom from the airport, feeding the dogs, changing a fuse in the car which requires the skills of a professional Cirque du Soleil acrobat since the damn fuse box is located under the dashboard on the driver's side, doing laundry, securing Brutus while I'm out so that he doesn't further damage is healing leg after he ran out in traffic chasing a cat and got run over by a minivan, and taking a shower - but not necessarily in that order.  Oh shit, and taking some pictures of course.).

Anyone is welcome to join this insane scavenger hunt.  As for the time of day the photos are to be posted, you'll have to figure out that one on your own - I'm still confused, but then I'm so easily confused.  No worries, I be on Bahamian Time:  When it reach.


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Bah, Humbuggery!

'Tis the season...

...to be annoyed.

Again.

Besides the other annoyances at this time of year that really - and I mean REALLY - screw up our business schedule, we have to endure annoying television commercial loops (i.e. certain ads that endlessly repeat themselves during commercial breaks).

Last year it was Dr. Dre pitching the latest in music technology for personal computers that featured him in this getup:

I sort of understand the necessity of the Kevlar-type vest to protect his innards from melting due the excessive amount bass emitting from the sub-woofers on the wall, but really...a nut-cup? On his face?  What, if anything, does that have to do with music?

Speaking of music, I am utterly annoyed at the increasing bastardization of Christmas songs in commercial advertisements.   Mind you, this year there is one that makes me chuckle.  I'm sure you've all heard it and I'm certainly not the first to point it out, but when you have a rather attractive brunette dancing around in a pink dress with numerous elves - of both genders - with pink hair and all you hear is, "...walking in an 'orgy' wonderland", it kinda of makes you think about what is actually being promoted, no?

I don't judge.  I just wonder.

Happy Holidays everyone!
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No, I'm Not Dead...Yet

And, thank you! to those who checked up on me.

Yeah, yeah.  I know I've been absent - not to mention absent minded - but I do have a few articles in the works, one of which deals with yet another appliance repair.  It will be a long one.  I promise.

Heh, heh.

In the meantime, guess who is back in town?  Murphy.

Oy.

Before he even landed things went awry:  On the way to his apartment, I stopped to get some groceries he would need for the evening, expecting to take him shopping on Tuesday.  While at the checkout, the woman before me purchases some items that were marked down except the scanner would not accept the discounted price even after several attempts by the cashier to correct the problem.  As this was taking too long, I waved off the customers gathering behind me to go to another checkout.

The problem with the scanner is finally solved.  Great, I thought since I was already running late and I only had a few items, I'd be out of there in no time.

I am so naive.

Apparently, the discounted price of the items was still wrong.  As the customer and cashier were haggling out the correct price, I am rolling my eyes at the people behind me and respectfully wave them off to another checkout.

The haggling continued for another five or so minutes.  At this point, I decided to heed my own advice and go to another checkout.  By the time I repacked my basket, the problem was sorted it out and I was next in line.  I proceeded to unpack my basket for the second time.  No worries, I thought to myself since I only had a few items and nothing that was marked down.  I should be out of there in no time.

Yeah, right.

It must be the mere fact that Murphy's impending arrival causes bad luck.  I had gone to the deli counter and got some sliced meat and salmon fillets, both of which were tagged with a bar code label by the deli department.

Not only did the the label for the ham get rejected by the scanner, but the label for the salmon fillets was also rejected.  After several attempts at the bar code for the ham, the cashier looks at me and says, "I'm sorry, this product is not in our computer", to which I responded with a look that said, "And how is this my problem?"

After another bout of haggling, this time between the cashier, some know-nothing price manager and - oh my gods - the 'override' button on the keyboard, I was in and out of that store in a half an hour:  10 minutes for gathering my goods; 20 minutes at the checkout, excluding the time for customer before me.

So, I get to the apartment, turn on the water, hot water tank, open a window, etc.  I rush back to my house for feeding time at the "zoo" which leaves me about 20 minutes to relax before I pick Murphy up at the airport.

Honestly, I thought his flight would have been delayed, diverted or - god forbid - downed, but it wasn't.  In fact, it was early!

Go figure.

So, after all of the grief and delays I went through Monday, it got me thinking that maybe it really isn't Murphy. It might be me after all.

Again, I am so naive.

About two hours after I drop Murphy off at his place, he calls to say that the toilet tank is leaking.

Profusely.

He's here until December 24th.


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I'm Starting to Love This Reporter

In my last post, I made reference to a headline from a front page article of one of our newspapers, insomuch that it appeared to be grammatically questionable.

I stand corrected.

This reporter (the same one from my last article) appears to have an underlying and very wry sense of humour.

At first glance, anyone familiar with the current political climate in the Bahamas would hardly give it a second thought.  I, on the other hand, did:

In my opinion, "bran" -  in any amount - will teach anyone a lesson.

Heh, heh.

To clarify, since the Bahamas follows the Parliamentary rules of the United Kingdom and the Prime Ministerial term of office cannot exceed five years, the government is gearing up for an election.

Yeah, it's that time.  They call it, "Silly Season" here.  Let the mud slinging begin.

Hubert Ingraham is the current Bahamian Prime Minister and leader of the FNM (Free National Movement) Party.   There is also the PLP (Progressive Liberal Party) which is the official opposition.

To further clarify, the "Bran" to which the headline refers is Branville McCartney, the leader of the the newly birthed (and, yes, the upcoming pun here is totally intended) DNA Party. (The 'pun' refers to the fact that most Bahamians are, in one way or another, related to each other.)

That so much can be read into this headline, I look forward to more.

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