Archive for April, 2008

My second-favorite ad campaign ever.

April 26, 2008

My first favorite (if such a thing exists) is the series of “memo” promo clips done for the San Antonio Spurs back in… 1999, I think?

Hey, maybe I can find them on YouTube, too. Off to look…



April 26, 2008

I just got off the phone with my dad, and the ceiling is still intact. Whew.

Happy birthday, Dad!

April 26, 2008

Four years ago today, my ceiling in France fell in while I was out on a 5-minute trip around the corner to buy a phone card to call my dad and wish him a happy birthday.

I really hope that doesn’t ever happen again.

Scrapbookers, help me!

April 25, 2008

One thing I loved about living in San Antonio — two HUGE scrapbook stores within a 10-minute drive of my house.

I wasn’t able to bring any of my scrapbooking supplies here when I moved because they were too heavy and took up too much space. One of these days, if I manage to get a permanent residence permit, I will bring all of it over. But not until then.

Here’s the problem… I may be making a scrapbook as a gift for someone in the near future. And I have no idea where to go to get quality supplies in or very near Geneva. You know, 12×12″ (or 30x30cm) refillable albums with good paper and page protectors, some basic cutting tools, a wide variety of colored and patterned papers, die cuts and stickers, vellum, cropping tools, stencils, colored and metallic pens, etc. I’m used to using Creative Memories for my album and cropping supplies, but they don’t have any consultants in Switzerland.

Anybody have suggestions?



April 23, 2008

Bloodbath. Episode 67 (3×21). Abby and Gibbs in the elevator.

I can’t stop crying.

“Don’t eat salad.

April 22, 2008

Drink a Coke. You need more calories.”

I love my doctor.

Not really much I can say right now

April 20, 2008

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?

It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it

April 18, 2008

So, I’ve been really sick for the past week and a half now. And one of my three passive-aggressive roommates (who is Swiss, in case you’re wondering) has really outdone himself, from leaving large piles of garbage to rot in the middle of the kitchen to playing incredibly loud, angry, angst-ridden music at all times of the day and night.

So anyway, yesterday when I was trying to sleep, he turned on his angry, angst-filled music on at full blast. After about an hour of having songs where “motherfucker” was every third word blared through my wall, I’d had enough. I compiled an hour-long playlist of the loudest, rowdiest country songs I could think of, cranked up the volume on my computer, and told it to sing its little heart out. And it did, starting with Travis Tritt’s “T-R-O-U-B-L-E”, going through Alabama, Brooks & Dunn, Big & Rich and Gretchen Wilson, and finishing off with a rabble-rousing rendition of the National Anthem of the United States of America.

I think he just about died of culture shock. At any rate, he hasn’t played any loud music since.

Just in case he decides to start up again, though, I’m compiling a playlist of loud country songs about Texas…

Still sick.

April 17, 2008

New and improved! Now with vertigo!

Doctor’s appointment #2 is in 8 hours and 45 minutes. Not like I’m counting down the time or anything.

Here’s your sign

April 14, 2008

Before you ask, yes, I’m still sick. I’ve been trying to entertain myself while waiting for my doctor’s appointment, and what better way to do that than with the “Here’s your sign” sketches?

Gotta love Bill Engvall…