martinimade

In keeping with my general slackitude of late, I can't quite work up enough energy about any one topic to post. Oh -- except my local NBC station decided to show the Children's Miracle Network telethon instead of the first men's semi match at the French. As long as the 4 p.m. match, which is on ESPN2, is the Nadal v. Federer one, I will be happy. If not, heads will roll. Because I wield that kind of power.

I did, however, make a killer batch of brownies (no, not those kind) and get some yard work done, so the morning hasn't been a complete waste. And, yes, starting on Monday, I shall dive back into my meaty stash of writing projects that need to be written. Just singularly uninspired this week and have decided to give myself a break. I am uncomfortable with this, too. It just feels so wrong to not be actively working on a moneymaker. Damn you protestant work ethic! Damn you to hell!

Anyway, pictures. Two from the Met Museum in NYC. I'd love to tell you who the artist is but, sadly, am one of those people who says "Write it down? Fwah. Of course I'll remember." Then I promptly forget. The more arty among you may have the answer. If so, please share.

I've had this day. Hell, I've had this decade.

Scott dubbed this one the "Anti-Mooch."