Overheard in Seattle

Not overheard by me, unfortunately, just too bizarre and funny not to share. This is ganked directly from overheardsea on LiveJournal:

Select lines from a guy having a very long conversation with what I believe was his significant other on his cell phone sitting directly behind me [on the #26 bus]:

“I’m on my way to my brother’s to pick up weed, and them I’m going to get a cat at the Humane Shelter.”

“So last night I went to meet up with that couple I told you about. They’re a gay guy and a tranny girl. The interview went real well. They called me back later that same night and said I was their favorite, so things are looking good there.”

“I’m making dinner tonight with my housemates. No, honey! Honey! I told you I was doing this tonight! Well, we’ll have to play really quickly in the bathroom tonight because I have to be there for the dinner. I love you, too.”

Photo Drop

Photo Drop

Photo Drop is a slick little Dashboard widget — actually, one of the first that was slick and potentially useful enough for me to download and toss in to my Dashboard, which isn’t exactly the most-used OS X feature on my system. It’s a nice, simple one-trick pony: drag a photo to Photo Drop, set a few quick options for the final look (size, effects, etc.), and you’re done. Plus, it’s free. Not bad!

Press the Little Doohickey

This weekend, we got Prairie her own camera, a Pentax Optio M20. It’s perfect for her — a cute, compact little point and shoot that takes pictures of what she points it at. We knew it was hers because it came in a pink box, and we got a cute little pink camera case for it, too. Perfect for my girl.

In fact, this comic strip pretty much sums the two of us up when it comes to photography (though I don’t greet her by saying “Hey there, pig,” when I walk up)…

Press the Little Doohickey

Happy Birthday Royce!



Cindy, Woody, Royce and robots, originally uploaded by Royce.

Today marks the 34th birthday of Royce, whom I’ve known since 4th grade. He’s the one on the right, holding the robot that actually looks reasonably robot-ish, as does Cindy’s over there on the left. I’d be the one in the middle, doing my best ‘Kilroy Was Here’ over the (gargantuan) head of a robot that appears to be heavily inspired by ET.

Happy birthday, Royce!

Norwescon 30: Saturday

Rennifer, Norwescon 30

Finally. After nearly one month and almost six hundred photos uploaded, I’m done with this year’s Norwescon! As fun as it is, as much as I enjoy being there and playing photographer, and as great as it is to get comments from people as they find themselves in the photos…man, this took a while! Ah, well — good-natured grousing aside, it’s well worth it, and I’m looking forward to next year’s.

I’d already mentioned finishing up Friday’s photos a couple weeks ago. Last night, I finally uploaded the last of my photos from Saturday, the only other day I was there.

Saturday’s shots are pretty obviously divided into three sections:

Of course, that’s just a small (well, okay, not that small) selection of what was at Con. I did my best to get the best shots I could of everyone I could, and had a lot of fun doing it.

Also (and especially important for those people I got photos of): because I release my shots under a Creative Commons by-nc-sa license (attribution/non-commercial/sharealike), you may share (copy, re-post, distribute, or transmit) the photos, provided that you give me credit as photographer (preferably by linking back to the photo’s page on Flickr, or at least to my Flickr, LiveJournal, or personal pages, but simply by name — Michael Hanscom or djwudi — will work in a pinch). Thanks very much for respecting this — since I’m not trying to make money off this photography thing*, what little recognition I can get is very appreciated!

Thanks much, everyone — enjoy the photos, and I’ll run into you again next year (if not sooner)!

  • Though, if anyone would like to purchase high-quality prints of their shots, I wouldn’t be averse to discussing it… ;)

The Time Warp, Hoedown in Space (Saturday Night Dance), Norwescon 30

Happy Birthday, Bro!

Kevin, me, Seattle, WAToday’s Kevin’s birthday — my ‘little’ brother’s turning 31 today. Happy birthday, Kev!

This isn’t an incredibly recent photo of the two of us, but it’s one of my favorites. Taken in the summer of 2001, I was just a few months into living in Seattle, and had a tiny little apartment just a few blocks away from the Pike/Broadway intersection. Kev was driving on one of his cross-country trips (either from Alaska to Emily’s family near Memphis, or vice versa), and stopped over in Seattle for a couple days to hang out with me and his friends Rob and Steve. Steve took this shot while we were wandering around the Pike Place Market on a gorgeous summer day. Later on, Kev tossed a few dollars my way (since I was pretty broke at that time) so that I could check out Bumbershoot for the first time.

Happy Birthday to me!



Birthday Table, originally uploaded by djwudi.

Happy birthday to me! I turn 34 today (older and older, every year…). Prairie created another of her cute table settings (she kept the black placemats and napkins out from Halloween, but since it’s springtime, some of the pink stays), and I’ve got a little pile o’ presents sitting in the middle. I wonder what’s in them…?

Art imitates Life imitates Art…

A beautiful opening paragraph from a review of one of my favorite movies, Brazil:

In Brazil, Terry Gilliam asks the audience to imagine a world where the government wages a never-ending war with shadowy terrorists, a world where civil liberties are being destroyed in the name of security, a world where torture becomes official state policy in order to conduct more efficient interrogations of suspected terrorists. What’s more, in Gilliam’s fictional world, the central government is not just secretive but incompetent. Mistakes are made, leading to the imprisonment and torture of innocents. Most offensive of all, Gilliam implies that such a government could exist without its citizens staging an armed revolt. I’m usually willing to suspend disbelief, but this goes too entirely too far.