My Sense of Taste

If I tell you that I've redecorated and want you to come over to see the new digs - beware. I've been known to have the taste of a black and white movie set director. In theory, it looks great, but certain colors and patterns just should not be seen together. For example, one of the best houses I have ever seen (in the movies) was Pee Wee Herman's in PeeWee's Big Adventure. The front yard was a bit much. I prefer to have a nice layout with a good path to walk if I am to view a collection of lawn gnomes. Sometimes I wonder if that was how they decorated too. By texture and shadows, not by color. So, I took a still from the movie The Philedelphia Story. And I colored over it. Keep in mind that I need to hone my photoshop skills. But, wouldn't it be more interesting if houses really used color?

Tell Harold

Miracle of Miracles! I found it! Nirvana! Heaven! Atlantis! This is it! THE PURPLE STORE!!!

With streamers... and songs.

I've been pondering getting an MP3 player. Would it suit my lifestyle? Would I really get that much use out of it. I have a short commute and listen to online radio stations most of the time. I've heard some bad things about the iPod's battery life, so I checked out Creative Technology's Zen line. Me likey. Does anyone have an opinion? Ahem? Drusilla knows how to party.

Today I...

• ..enrolled in a course
• ....allowed three other people that I have never met in real life to join me on my book review site: firstparagraph.blogspot.com
• ....jammed out to Very Model of a Modern Major General in my car on the way to work this morning
• ....shall eat enchiladas for dinner
• ....considered that some of my friends are going through some huge changes and that I am starting to too
• ....wore a purple shirt
• ....was told that I have an evil twin living in Iowa that was in the movie Twister.

Count Your Sheep - Wednesday2C November 262C 2003

Count Your Sheep - Wednesday%2C November 26%2C 2003 Wow....I remember that I used to draw on the back of my bedroom door as a child. My mom didn't find it until I was 18. Then again, she found my purple crayon paint job on the white wall when she was coming up the stairs with the laundry. I was two. And there I was sitting at the table coloring with my purple crayon and minding my own business. Forever a Harold.