Nicole? want to send down that, um, thing?

I must share this beautiful shot of Chicago by night from 36,000 feet.

If you look close, you can see me waving....

Reminds me of my favorite Liz Phair song:

I was flying into Chicago at night
Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke
The sun was setting to the left of the plane
And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow
In 27-D I was behind the wing
Watching landscape roll out
Like credits on a screen
The earth looked like it was lit from within
Like a poorly assembled electrical ball as we moved
Out of the farmlands into the grid
The plan of the city was all that you saw
And all of these people sitting totally still
As the ground raced beneath them thirty thousand feet down

Toddson FTW.

Seriously. We could hang it outside of his kitchen window.

Nicole? want to send down that, um, thing?

Whoa, that's crossing the line methinks. Allyson and her other neighbors are going to have to see it too.

And I think it's kind of dumb, since it means that instead of everyone adding their own pieces, like the horse-shaped garden lights and the dragon-fly windchimes, we'll all have to agree to conform to a specific style. Which, I guess left him out if he just wanted it to be simple and elegant.

I'm not sure why he should get what he wants. He should be told point blank that he is one of many and his say is not the last word - or I just would not contribute anything, but HELLS no on him throwing my stuff out - he can pay out for that.

Nicole? want to send down that, um, thing?

A fan of the scorched earth method, are we?

I can't believe my slackness let me get out of rhythm wrt bill-paying. I hope I can slip by under the radar.

Work has not exploded as much as I'd feared, but then again I have fifty unread emails. It's like Schroedinger's crisis.

I just hope nothing horrible happens to my petunias while I'm at work. There are two pink ones in the bunches I planted.

Bleh.

Welcome, Shir!

Thanks, guys. I would have been totally okay with a redesign of the garden, just not a hostile takeover.

Allyson, I think you just answered your own (unasked) question about the best revenge on the asshat. Let him redesign the garden and then make sure that you invite a steady stream of people to sit out there and make sure he can't enjoy it.

Signed, I can sing the first line of a show tune and then hum the rest ad infinitum while sitting next to him and if he asks me to stop that I can start using whatever is handy as a bongo drum.

Signed, I can sing the first line of a show tune and then hum the rest ad infinitum while sitting next to him and if he asks me to stop that I can start using whatever is handy as a bongo drum.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Tire planters! [link] [link]

These are much more up my alley, though: [link] [link] [link]