Month: November 2007

Crankypantsing, Meta, Photography

Stones and Seeds

Shelly

I think I might be done tinkering for the time-being. I’ve been trying to find a WordPress theme that’s been ported to Coppermine that I can stand to live with. Just about every one I’ve tried has been broken in some way or other. The blog template doesn’t work in IE, or the gallery portion has fatal errors. It’s been frustrating, but for once, I would like a set of towels and washcloths that match, dammit! If you know what I mean.

So, as much as I’m not really keen on using someone else’s artwork right out of the box, I think this one will do for now. It’s not too ugly, it matches, and it works in IE. Hallelujah!

Of course, this theme does not in any way match my website proper, but I’m refusing to think about that right now.

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Fragment of Seed Pod

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Hole in Stone

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Quartz Crystal

I’m not sure what the heck that thing in the top photo is. It could be bone, it could be a tooth, or it could be a weird piece of a seed pod. I just really can’t tell. Ms. Lea may know, though, being as it was sitting on a stump by her front porch. I meant to ask her, but got sidetracked.

I also meant to snag the burned out guts to the wacky polyester-fabric-and-copper-leaf circuit board. They were very cool, and would be a nifty addition to a collage or three.

And, dear lord, if the stompy girls get any more stompierierier, they’re going to bring down the staircase. My computer table is directly on the other side of the wall, and they’ve been running up and down the damned thing (the staircase, not my computer table, though it’s just about the same difference) for the last ten minutes. Aieee!

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Nearly Instant Karma

Shelly

I picked up a neighbor’s wallet out in the parking lot a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t know which apartment it belonged to, so I put up a sign near where I found it. Mr. Thirty-one called me the next day, and was immediately reunited with his property.

I just got back from running errands, including picking up laundry quarters at the bank. There was a voice mail from the bank, saying that someone had found my ID holder with my driver’s license in the parking lot.

Thank you, kind stranger, and thanks be for Karma, instant or not-so-instant.