Iron Fist

I finally got around to cleaning out some old filing cabinets (read: throwing away large volumes of crap I had been carrying around for years) when I discovered that for one reason or another the proofs from my senior photo shoot had been stuffed in a folder with some old tax documents and a random birthday card.  I tweeted about the discovery, and then a few people totally wanted evidence so I snapped a quick picture with my phone and uploaded it to the Flickr.  For those of you out there who aren’t stalking me on either of those other networks I might as well throw the photo up here along with a quick post about it.

Kerri asked why I was wearing a tux in one of them, and the answer is this: I don’t know how senior photos worked for all y’alls, but at my high school we were sent the name of a photo studio in the mail and a date and time on when we were expected to show up.  You were supposed to wear something sort of nice, and the photographer would snap a few pictures of you doing some unnatural silly things like sitting on a chair backwards and looking all serene or whatever, and then everyone had to get a few shots in with this silly half-tuxedo shirt with the tie already attached and a jacket thrown on over it.  These were the photos that ended up being used in the yearbook.  I really don’t know who decided these things.

It’s funny, looking back — I remember being the pudgy kid all through middle school and high school, but looking now at the sixteen year old version of me I don’t think I was fat at all.  If anything, fleshing out over the course of the years has meant that I’ve “grown into” my super-sized head, and finally coming to terms with having curly hair and letting it grow out longer than an inch has worked wonders for camouflaging my massive forehead.

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Not long after arriving in Vancouver BC and driving down one of the main streets, we saw the following sign:

I realize some designer was trying to get a little cute with some of the ideograms on the sign and make them look like a man and a woman, but don’t you think the end result is more than a little…well…suggestive?

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The Scene: Walking around a Save-On in West Central Burnaby, gathering provisions for our stay in Vancouver.  Dustin calls my attention to an end-cap display near the dairy aisle.  ”Check it out!  Capitaine Crounche!”

“Ha!  I love it!  Hold out that box, I need to get a picture of this.”   I whipped out my iPhone and snapped a shot of the well-known breakfast cereal in a Canadian box, knowing full well that I was going to post it to my Flickr account as soon as I had a chance.  Moments later, I had the thought that Canadians probably didn’t visit America and walk through grocery stores, giggling madly as they found familiar products with slightly different packaging.  The hilarity!

What can I say?  It was a crounchifique moment.  Anyway, I’ll try to be good for the rest of the time I’m here.

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Over Christmas I sat down and watched my new-to-me copy of Watchmen, and caught a quote by the Silk Spectre which I had to go back and verify in the graphic novel I had sitting on my bookshelf.  In that version, Adrian Veidt sits in his orrery  and wonders aloud to Dr Manhattan whether or not he did the right thing “in the end.”  The good doctor replies,

Nothing ends, Adrian.  Nothing ever ends.

This made me think back a bit to a link that Neil Gaiman posted on the Twitter, to this story about a man who has a quote from Death: The High Cost of Living tattooed on his arm.  The slant on this quote is a bit different:

It always ends.  That’s what gives it value.

I don’t know why I drew the mental connection between these quotes, other than the arbitrary end of this year by those of us using the Gregorian calendar was rapidly approaching.  Also, I probably spend entirely too much time living in imaginary places.

It’s easy enough in the the hectic holiday season and the ridiculous pressure at work to GET EVERYTHING DONE to turn around and write off the entire year as a complete wash, but honestly I had a good year, and I think I’ve laid the foundations for some better times ahead.  Anyway, I did this silly thing with pictures last year because I was lazy, but I think I liked it enough afterward that I’ll do it again.  Here’s my 2009, in photos:

It’s been an awesome year, and here’s to the next one, and they’re boarding my flight so I guess I better wrap this up omg see you all next year!

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This is just fun.

(via Pomplamoose Music, via Truth and Beauty Bombs)

Happy Friday, everyone!

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