Snow. And a Sales Pitch.

Snow. And a Sales Pitch.

Yup, That's Snow. Photo © Les Becker, November 27, 2010Taken with Nokia N97 Smartphon

Yup, That’s Snow.
Photo © Les Becker, November 27, 2010
Taken with Nokia N97 Smartphone

I got up this past Saturday morning to no hot water. Not “run out of hot water” no hot water – I mean, “no water coming out of the tap” no hot water, so… No shower for me.

Luckily, as it turns out, because I was surprised (oddly, considering I’ve lived in the Great White North all my life) to find my vehicle buried under 8 inches of snow.

It took me 20 minutes to shovel the Prissy Van off. I can’t reach the middle of the roof, either, so for all of Saturday she looked like she was wearing a frozen mohawk (now THERE’S a good name for a drink – somebody should invent that).

Thankfully, the plowman had been in during the night, so the driveway was clear. As I was wading my way around the van, brushing and scraping, I had a thought that ‘wouldn’t it be a bugger if I got stuck in that slush border surrounding me?’

And didn’t I get stuck…? Yes. Yes, I did. Note to self: don’t say this shit out loud.

Finally, after wailing to the Universe that I was only kidding, dammit, the van rolled straight out. I went squishiing in to work only 3 minutes late, with both shoes full of melting snow.

Anyway… that’s what’s new with me. Oh yeah, other than Christmas. Christmas is all over the freaking place here. Check out my 2010 Christmas card at Les Becker Designs… in fact, click on that and go buy a dozen cards from me. Your mom will love it, and right now, it’s 50% off! * – use promo code CARDFREESHIP .

And until Jan 1, 2011, you can save 25% on ALL cards at Zazzle – use Promotional Code: CARDSALE25ZZ

Better yet, come to the mall and buy a flat screen tv – I got lots left.

Random Song-for-the-Day: “Raise Your Glass” – Pink

The $5 School Cake…

The $5 School Cake…

Chocolate

“Chocolate”
© Les Becker, 2010
Taken November 21, 2010 with Nokia N97 Smartphone

When Ruby was a young girl, her school in Northland had a fair once a year, in the spring. It offered the usual school fair “stuff” of the era; games of chance, 4H projects, etc., and students could show off (and sell) their needlework and baked goods.

One year, Ruby won a needlepoint contest – got a trophy and everything. Another year, she and her sister Joycie entered a singing contest. They won 10 cents each for climbing up on the back of a hay wagon and singing “The Little Shirt My Mother Made for Me.”

The real killer year for Ruby, though, was The Year of the $5 School Cake.

She and her sisters each baked up something to sell at the school bake table every year. This year, Ruby had baked a chocolate layer cake. It was a beautiful cake and she was really proud of it.

On the walk to the fair, Ruby fell behind a little, walking veeeerrrryyy carefully to make sure her cake survived the journey intact. She was just coming to the edge of the fairground, far behind her sisters, when a stumbling drunk guy comes reeling towards her, and stops her.

“Hey,” says the drunk. “Whad’ya got there?”

Ruby tells him she’s got a chocolate cake to put on the school bake table.

The drunk says, “Yeah? I’ll give you $5 for it.”

Ruby, not being stupid, promptly handed him the cake. $5 richer, she went wandering around the fair grounds until she found her father at the ice cream stand.

Her father loved ice cream. He looked forward to the school fair every year, just so he could get an ice cream cone. He also loved children, and every year, he bought every kid that came along an ice cream cone too.

When Ruby found him, he asked, “Did you sell your cake?

Ruby said, “Yup,” and told him about the drunk, and showed him the $5.

Now, Ruby’s dad had probably just blown (at 5 cents a cone over 20 or 30 kids) around a buck and a quarter. Ruby, on the other hand, had just gained $5 by scalping her own school cake. All her father could think of to do was laugh.

Ruby has no memory of what she might have spent that $5 on, and it drives her crazy that she can’t remember.

“That was an awful lot of money back then,” she says.

All I can picture when she tells this story, is the drunk – stumbling through the woods and across fields carrying a chocolate layer cake…

Not-So-Random Song-for-the-Day: “The Little Shirt My Mother Made for Me” – Marty Robbins

Wink, Wink…

Wink, Wink…

alicesawd.jpgSo I’ve been amusing myself in the wee hours when unable to sleep. I’ve been playing with Flash programming again, and finding out first hand, again, how time-sucking it is. By the time I’m tired enough to sleep, it’s too late to sleep!

A few years back, I had a spectacular idea for a flash splash page for my web space. I got as far as posting a photoshopped jpg. Last night/this morning/whatever I loaded that jpg into Flash and made it wink.

I be proud.

I hope to pick away at more animation over the next few weeks. Some funny stuff, and eventually, some downright spooky, if I continue to suffer with insomnia.

I hope you’ll check on it now and again to see how I’m doing.

Random Song-for-the-Day: “Blackbird” – Marcy Playground

Bento Boxes…

Bento Boxes…

"The Zen is in the building of the box - not the eating of it."

“The Zen is in the building of the box – not the eating of it.”

You would think I could have it both ways.

Tha “art” of building a bento box is, apparently, a lesson in meditation. One learns patience and serenity blah, blah, blah while getting the food ready to pack, and then designing a pleasing arrangement in the container.

It gets really complicated if you try to take it seriously and impart “wishes” into the arrangement for the person you’re feeding.

These two boxes took over 45 minutes to create, between the washing, slicing, dicing and arranging and rearranging.

By the time I got finished I was just wishing I’d decided to pack a sandwich. I didn’t get a lot of mediation value for my time, I don’t think.

I have to admit, though, that it kind of did feel like time well spent; I fridged my lunch ’til morning, and went to bed looking forward to an inspirational meal break next day.

By then, though, the serenity spell had worn off. It was a good lunch, but I don’t think the prep. time was worth the few minutes it took to scarf it down.

Random Song-for-the-Day: “California Girls” – Katy Perry (feat. Snoop Dogg)