F took this picture. I was perusing the photos on the memory card after work the other day and marvelling at what a whirlwind of activity G had been while he was trying to take pictures of her.
Upon closer inspection, I see the floor and the toys upon it are also whirlwinds of activity. I guess there must have been an earthquake.
Lonnnnnnggggg. To which day am I referring? I don’t even remember anymore. It’s matured into a short week of long days since I started writing this post. I’m so tired I’m a zombie.
Actually no. Bleh. You couldn’t get me to eat cerveau if it were prepared by the finest chef in all of France.
Let’s just say I’m tiiierd. Luckily it’s now Friday and we can pause to take a breath. Then wonder where the weekend went and go back to work.
I missed some good photo opportunities this week, through leaving my camera in random inaccessible places. One such opportunity was the phenomenon of the frogs on the trail. Every year around this time the bike path and road near work are inundated with small frogs in the evenings: tiny ones, little ones, and, um, pairs of tiny and little. They look kind of like dried-up leaves from a few metres away, and their random distribution over the road makes them difficult to avoid with a bike or a car, so we tend to see a lot of squished ones too. The next morning the road and the path are clean and tidy, so there must be birds or scavenging animals benefiting from this arrangement.
Awesomeasaurus?
I’m so out of touch that I didn’t know young, hip people said “awesome” anymore (or again). Do they really? Maybe they do; I did recently witness a person who looked just about grown up call out to a similar specimen: “Dude, I haven’t seen you in ages!” If dude endures, perhaps awesome does too.
I find it more amusing to imagine that they actually wouldn’t touch the term with a 10-foot pole, like I wouldn’t have considered using the word “hip” when I was a teenager, and that this ad was dreamed up by somebody born in the `70s and approved by somebody born in the `70s, and that it’s being snickered at by the 15-year-olds waiting for the bus.
Rad.
More likely, the ad is aimed at people born in the ’70s and the ad creatives and the 15-year-olds are snickering. Notice the skateboard…I’m probably being paranoid…right? Kids do still skate…