Wow, it's really hard posting with a cat sitting on your chest.Pierre was so happy to see me get home that he snarfed me.
For those interested parties, snarf is a combination of tears, mucous, and saliva. It can be used as a noun, verb, or even adjective. For example:Pierre snarfed me and now I am covered with icky snarf. I hate being snarfy.
Are you trying to take the pics in "night mode" or with just Auto Flash settings? If there are a lot of lights, you may not need to use night mode - slower exposure - to take the pics. However...If you have a self-timer on your camera, and a tree stump, car hood, mailbox, etc., nearby....
....or maybe he could use his tripod?!!!
I wonder if RLP saw my response to his soundtrack post yesterday.
Snarf is a catch-all word for me.
Thanks for the photo.
I remember Dyan Cannon going on talk shows like Johnny Carson and Mike Douglas bad-mouthing Preminger as a sadistic fiend. I think she was ready to quit the business after making SUCH GOOD FRIENDS.
Oh, DR Ron Pulliam.I haven't used that in years.
Good morning.A big thank you to td, Dear Reader Laura, Matt, Jeanne, MBarnum, elmore and George, and everyone for yesterday's funny and lovely HHW God greetings and congratulations. It's so nice to join you all up in the atmosphere, up where the air is clear.
Dyan Cannon is the sister of Portland bassist Dave Friesen, who first made international news with his collaboration with John Stowell, "the enigmatic jazz guitarist who live(d) in our basement" for about 20 years. John's brother Matt, whom I've known for longer than I've known John (probably close to 30 years now--oy!), once met Dyan and told me "She has the scariest old-looking hands I've ever seen." So now you know.
I hear you are having weather, DR Ron Pulliam. What's it like out there?
Dyan Cannon is also the cousin of one of my best friends in high school, June Friesen.Can anyone figure out what Dyan's real last name might be?
Uranus?
Lansbury and Hearn? If you've got Lansbury & Carious, I want a copy for my VCR!
I know I wrote a lot about Christmas Eve and having dinner at my Cousin Debra's house and making the spaghetti sauce for the dinner.This shot captures it all...sorta...without being too specific/explicit re: spaghetti sauce: