This remote controlled R2-D2 is from 1978. By the tame he came into my service (circa 1987) his wheels no longer turned, so the was no point in putting batteries inside him. Flash forward a few years (not as many as you might think) and I needed some secret place to stash several varieties of contraband. R2 came in very handy. Our secret okay? (Mum you don't read this blog do you?)
Here I am, outside your house, and you don't know it....Awkward.
I'm sorry. I know that the blog has already moved on to 'secret' and I am setting a dangerous precedent winding it back, but I just had to set the record straight. There. That's better - now I can sleep the sleep of the just. :)
My friends Katie and Shonda were kind enough to pose for me, the result reminded me of an ad for Gossip Girl. There was only enough time for a handful of shots but they both got into character and were troopers.
So... this is a close up of a pepper shaker. My manager, Anthony, didn't quite know what I was doing taking pictures at 3:30 in the morning but then again it's not the first time I've made my co-workers scratch their heads.
This is me eating a pepper. My original photo had me grinding pepper from the grinder in Beccas photo into my mouth, but it wasn't really working out. Its kind of like a sarlac pit, but much more sexy.
Mmmm...pepper. I like peppers! Since we won't be around this weekend our fridge is bear, so sadly no peppers. But I do like ground peppercorn...mmmm as well!
Now that I'm establishing myself as the biggest lush on the blog, this is happy hour at the bar I live above, Brewers Towne Tavern "Where Friends Meet." It was clearly an uneventful one but the six or so people at the bar were very curious why I was setting up a tripod and checking my exposure.
New England is not known for its food. In fact, I don't really know what New England is known for. I know it has psychotically obsessed football fans for a so-so team, terrible roads, weird-ass liquor laws, and the fire at a Whitesnake concert. So, to find food that I actually enjoy from back home is great. To find it and have it well made is what makes me happy though. This gyro is from a local place in town. there are another 5 or so that also sell gyro, but not a one of them is any good as their meat comes pre-cut and frozen. this came right off the spit. Aside from this, there really isn't anything worth eating in New England. And, in case you are wondering, the Unos that you will find at every mall is not like the Unos from back home - do not eat it.
This is Monkey. 
(I tried to get in here for the introduction post (or at least the almost post so it could've been that I was almost here for introductions!), but I was too shy to ask until now. I'm Jasmine, I like cats and food and Ron Weasley.)
You were not here for the photo shoot on this one, but it almost became how we almost finished the bottle of wine trying to do this. Trying to time it so that the wine is almost at the bottom of the glass with a point and shoot is tough. Also, our fridge needs a matte finish for future shoots, don't know how Pete (our landlord) will take to priming one side of the fridge.
Every other Tuesday at my bar we have inventory where we alphabetically line up all 200 or so bottles of liquor to be measured. It's a dreaded process for it's tedium and how it exposes the lack of thorough cleaning we do the rest of the week. We are never as scrutinized as closely as on this night and consequently get out the latest with less trust from our managers than we had when we came in.
I know, I am a terrible terrible person, breaking the rules that I set for the blog by posting my photo for yesterday today and out of order. I also thought of double posting for Almost as well, but I won't. I'll just break more rules.
(I guess I technically missed this but I almost got it in on time. HEY! Now it is my photo for both days thanks to wordplay/trickery/laziness).
Hi all, pleased to meet you. The H stands for Heath. I live in Melbourne, Australia with my life-partner/muse/proof-reader Lizbt. I ended up on this blog through Luke, with whom I attended university back in the late 90's, performing in a couple of his shows. Also we were once in the same show - I think he played an Irish priest and I was an innkeeper from the West Country. Is that right, Luke? (It was the 17th century, I forget details.)
Hi, my name is Becca. I am 29 years old. I currently live in Manchester, NH with my (soon to be) husband Mike. We have lived here since 2004. Prior to that we lived in Indiana, and worked at Indiana University's Outdoor Center, Bradford Woods.
My name is Nikki (or Nicole, if you are family or co-worker) and I am posing here with my cat because she follows me pretty much everywhere. As of October, I will have been married for one year. I have been at my company for almost nine years, and during that time both my position and my physical location have changed multiple times. I collect books. I have kept many of my childhood stuffed animals. I love football. I am a huge talker, and a writer because writing lets me talk on paper. Recently I realized that photography lets me talk with pictures, and so I'm pretty into that too.
Do you 'carve' snow? Or is it more 'sculpting'? Either way, this is not what you expect to see in the middle of the city one morning. But see it I did, and photographed it just after that.
