All the pretty colors!

I like the Seattle skyline at night from pretty much any angle. There's a lot of construction downtown, so there are a bunch of red, blinking lights alerting air traffic to temporary structures (cranes, for example). From Gasworks at night you can enjoy quiet summer breezes and multicolored lights of the Seattle skyline twinkling over the usually placid Lake Union.


(I don't know who to give credit for this photo)

Around the holidays they make a Christmas tree out of lights on top of the Space Needle, complete with a red star at the top. It's a nice addition to the usual constellation!

And yes, I'm well aware of how often Gas Works comes up in this blog. First of all, I love it. Second of all, I live only a short walk away.

Still alive

I haven't forgotten you, my ten adoring fans, but I've been busy trying to sleep. A while back I was in a writing kind of mood and stockpiled about a month's worth of entries. Each day's entry was almost a surprise to me too! And now here I am with little scraps of paper scattered everywhere, each with a posting idea, and without the creative energy to do it. So bear with me, I'll get back on the horse.

But first, I think I'll try to get some sleep. After tonight's shift, that is...

Foul ball

Regardless of how I fall asleep (preferably on my stomach), I invariably wake up on my back. Since my arms are usually thrown up above my head, I even sometimes wake up because they've fallen asleep or my shoulders hurt from the odd angle. I woke up this evening in a novel way, though.

Apparently my right hand had gotten somewhat tangled in my hair. In a dream I was throwing the ball for The Beast and my arm decided to half-heartedly attempt that throw in real life. So I woke myself up pulling my own hair.

Weird.

Can't believe I didn't catch this earlier

Gazza has a strip!

Oh come on now, it was funny...

Maybe it was something I ate. Or didn't eat.

Do you ever have those moments where you're absentmindedly doing something and then a random thought or memory comes to mind?

I was pouring some tea for myself (pomegranate white tea by Trader Joe's- yum!) staring into the cup. All of a sudden*, the image sprang to mind of the Jabberwocky as it stomps through Alice's house and she leaps through the mirror (I think that was when she did it? Near the end of the movie?). It was so completely random that I can't for the life of me figure out what triggered it.

*Go learn something! I did.

Please take a number

It occurred to me this past week that a number of people "reading" this blog are actually referred via Google Image searches. I'm debating the merits of labeling my pictures from now on as wenikio1, wenikio2, etc versus continuing as I currently do (meaning labeling them appropriately).

On the one hand, the current labeling method obviously creates referrals, which is good I think. On the other hand, I don't know how many of those referrals actually ever come back to read the blog for its merit alone (assuming this has any). So if that's the case, my numbers are skewed because they aren't exactly onetime "reads." Those visits are just one time picture views. Considering that some of my pictures aren't even mine, is it fair to count readers drawn to others' photos with my labels?

I suppose the bigger question is does it even matter? It does a little to me because I find it interesting!

Glowing eyes of evil

This picture pretty much captures the essence of cats, to my mind.

Terrifying.

Zing!

Somebody called into the radio station the other day complaining about back pain. Upon elaboration, she made it clear that it was her cyanotic nerve.

*snerk*

Well, I suppose if my nerve were cyanotic it would hurt too... I'm going to assume that, like a huge portion of the world, she meant to say her sciatic nerve.

I'm not laughing at her pain. I'm laughing because if you're going to freely broadcast your issues across the radio waves (or internet for that matter), it seems to me you should first get your facts straight.

Bored bored bored

I don't do nights well, that's no secret. On my nights off, I more or less stick to the same schedule so that my body doesn't revolt and decide it's never time to sleep. The problem with this is that nights off are typically pretty boring. It's great to sit by the fire and read, write, watch movies, and do some work, but in the end it's pretty sedentary. Sometimes I take The Beast for walks and go get breakfast up the street, but mostly we hang out at home (especially when it's cold and rainy. Yuck.).

Gazza sleeps all day with me, with the exception of the few hours the dog walker has her. She also sleeps all night with friends when I work. On nights that I'm home, however, she sleeps lightly, keeping an ear out for the sound of my keys, the door opening, or other such indicators that I'm not five feet from her. I've given up trying to be sneaky and let her sleep because she wants to know what I'm up to. 

The other morning about three, I got up from the chair by the fire and she woke up startled. I grabbed this picture and it still makes me laugh:

PSA

A traffic light is not a traffic signal. 

... ok maybe it is but "traffic signal" is like nails on a chalkboard to me. So please just say "traffic light." Pretty please?

Thanks :)