So, in addition to curing some hiccups the site here was having for the past day or two, our pal Adam has been up to some other impressive feats: becoming the proud papa of a beautiful baby girl! Take a look at some of the fantastic photos he's got online, and be sure to congratulate Adam and Jennette on their bouncing wee lass.
Other than that, I've got a case of The Mondays goin' on. To help with that, I've included this photo of Abbey, who was down to visit us this weekend, looking more like a wookie than ever before. I credit the fast lens with capturing the moment, and others might say that she was "just licking her lips"... But if you look at her eyes, she's totally focused on Mark.
Maybe she didn't like all those comments we were making about her "looking a little big". Whatevs. I'm sure Cute Overload will still love her.
TGIF, my friends. Even with Monday off, this week has been a doozy. And so, like most of us on this Friday, I've managed to spend some time avoiding work -- by uploading photos to Flickr. If you're so inclined, check out some of the pics I snapped with our new lens.
That's all I've really go to say at the moment. It's been quiet around these parts for a while. Most people (save Frants and Duck) have left the board, and so I'm forced to tackle the tumbleweeds all by myself. So it goes.
A big congrats to my friends and family who worship the Patriots. As expected, they've continued to steamroll their way to the big game out west. I surmised as much when they completely destroyed my Bills a few weeks ago.
And for my Giants pals -- Marcs, Haps, Cor & Dubs... After watching the game and all the penalties and screw-ups and missed field goals, I figured you'd need a puppy picture (isn't Addie adorable?) to pick you up. But, they managed to nail the game winner, and now you get to party as well. So have fun.
Can they pull off another upset and beat out the Juggernaut from New England? Don't ask me.
But, there are more puppy pictures if you need 'em.
Winter slogs along, and so I turn to my favorite music video to give me a pick me up this afternoon at work. I was actually inspired to watch it again, since my pal Paulie pointed me in the direction of a wicked cool contest being held by the kids at the mp3 blog, Said The Gramophone.
Basically, they're asking you to make a music video. Pick any song you've ever loved. Follow your inspirado. Woila. If you're lucky, you can win the biggest indie rock prize pack I've ever laid eyes on. And so, if I had a camera and some editing software, I might consider it. But I don't -- and besides, Paulie came up with his own video -- and it's just fannnnntastic. You should check it out (and make your own):
In other news, there are some great photographs (if I do say so meself) from Diesel's Birthday Party a few weeks ago. The uber-illness has delayed their release to the world, but now they're here for everyone to enjoy. The new lens that Hydro and I got for Christmas has turned out some pretty pics, that's for sure. (Oh, and congratulations to brother Mok on his win -- I can't help but feel that he must have cheated, but I just don't know how. Probably by plying me with all them glasses of Yuengling.)
And last -- but certainly not least -- a most Happy of Birthdays to Dr. Jack Hrkach. The spiritual leader of my collegiate years is ticking off another notch today -- well on his way to living the life of luxury he's always dreamed of: retiring to that small farmhouse in Italy, drinking wine and reading The Seagull... while enjoying the company of a beautiful bella.
I had a fever of one hundred and... one. So, I didn't manage to get it up to the number endorsed by Foreigner to officially don me with the title of "Hot Blooded". But still, it was probably the "sickest" I've been since a wee child, and it kept me hallucinating and bedridden for four days. Carumba.
The holiday travels were quite enjoyable. Hydro and I had a complete blast up in Massawhosetts visiting the family for first Christmases. A lot of cooking and eating (done by all of us) to go along with a healthy portion of game playing (mostly by me & Brother Mark & Amy). The Rocking, however was something to be enjoyed by all, with our power trio, The Hillies, gaining over 30,000 fans and a shiny new bus in just a morning full of gigs. But, the band had to be put on hiatus when the D-Bolts had to shuffle off for NYC (and second Christmases).
Photos for both Xmases can be peeped on Flickr, with a sizeable number of ones being taken in the City -- due to the new lens I received then, and the fact that I was too darn lazy (and Mark was doing a damn fine job of taking them with his camera) while in Mass...
Once back in the city, we got to celebrate the births of Marcs and Diesel (photos to come soon), which also brought the added bonus of seeing Corey and Nells, and Duck & Ms. Rabbit. Time flies too fast, though, and before we knew it, they were gone and New Year's was here -- and along with it, a birthday for the lovely Amy. The cursed television gods forced her back to work on her birthday, but we still managed to take in a romantic evening of thin crust pizza and Johnny Depp slicing open people's throats while singing.
Isn't that romantic?
Before I could say "there's a whole in the world like a big black pit, and it's filled with people who are filled with --", I came down with a whooping of a cough and the aforementioned fever. A formidable New Year, thus far.
