BTW, did you play with the color balance, or did it come out with that warm look all on its own?
If you don't already have it, I highly recommend this software as a "front end" to view, sort, make small tweaks, etc. It's Mac-specific and great. You can save Photoshop for the big stuff. I know you don't want to pollute your computer with anything non-Apple, but this has been around forever, and is stable, reputable, and very common in Mac-land.
And it's great to do those little over-all adjustments to the color that give pictures like this one their charming personalities.
The purposefully slow and deliberate doling out of Cheerios one by one does wonders.
Very true. I've done it myself in the long ago past. My experience, though, is that I'm often seated next to kids with parents who are indulging their child's "creativity" or trying to ignore them. Result: My restaurant experience is not what I wanted. So I ask to be seated away from any of them.
i'm glad to be nearby but only afterwards cheerios on the floor yum i'm feeling all warm and glowy already spash some milk too no spit up please that's the subject of another post of course i prefer a meatball or two behind the stove maybe under the table if parents are sloppy but i'm sure we will get to that soon enough i almost said 'if mom is sloppy' you'll be happy to know i'm not a sexist cockroach
Stewie: I want pancakes!! You people understand every language except English! Yo quiero pancakes! Donnez-moi pancakes! Click-click-bloody-click pancakes!!! (The Family Guy, 2007)
"I see a kid that age in a restaurant and I want to sit as far away as possible."
It's a still so there is not soundtrack, and no history.
But based only on the clues that I can see, I say it is a sadder world than I realized.
I would much rather, by a wide margin, be seated near this gentleman that I would the average screechy wretch I get seated near with the cellphone rant and the local rant running in a bizarre mix stream of cross talk (and crosstalk).
When I see polite children out in public I enjoy the scene and sometimes true to engage them as the leave if they leave before I do.
(Our three learned to be permitted into polite company, but that was back in the day that we could tell them the could wait for us in the car if they didn't want to behave. We of course would go to jail now and the kids removed to foster care for that. That fact that we never ever actually had to carry out the threat is probably additional evidence against us. And one or another of them (now 30++) is wont to say in the presence of a misbehaving child--of any age--"no body ever had to put up with me doing that, why do I have to put up with it now?")
That child looks like he has views on the world, and wants to discuss them. Seat me at the table next, so if he feels like talking to someone else, he has a willing conversation partner.
I have four kids, and I know that people want to sit far away from them. But this is totally foreign to my experience. When I am out to dinner away from my own children, being near other people's kids is great. They are often interesting, and if they act up, I'm not in the least responsible for hushing them up or making apologies. Being able to hang out with little ones without being in charge of them is one of life's great pleasures.
Good evening fellow repubicans and lovers of the Bush Doctrine.
I have just returned from my business travels. Over the past two weeks I have been to: Phoenix (Scottsdale); San Diego; San Francisco; Seattle; and Chicago.
Here are my reviews:
Phoenix/Scottsdale-it is the desert-no water, I found it depressing.
San Diego-sunny, pretty, beachy. I could never live somewhere where it is 80 everyday.
San Francisco-fabulous I already lived there and wouldn't not return. Great stores and the people are relatively friendly which scares me.
Seattle-OK, It tries. It is a place that I thought of living in the late 90's but am glad I didn't make that choice. It is kind of pretty with the Sound and the Mountains but you have the feeling if you leave the proximity of the city you are in hell.
Chicago-very urban. Overall I like it. I always wonder what the industries are in Chicago. It is not a high tech or biotech hub so what are all these people doing. It snowed there and it was pretty. I almost went to Steam Works but I didn't which I am grateful for. I was staying on St. Clair Street which was a nice area. I love a city where you can walk out your door and get a cab-extremely important to me and if you run out of your building with a cellphone to your ear and hand up looking for a cab you look especially fabulous.
How was everyone's week? So I was reading that Galena Illinois is a little hot spot for second homes. Of course I researched this and you can get a second home there for under 300k-that is so cute.
"Seattle-OK, It tries. It is a place that I thought of living in the late 90's but am glad I didn't make that choice. It is kind of pretty with the Sound and the Mountains but you have the feeling if you leave the proximity of the city you are in hell."
Obviously a lightweight. If he was a real man of Polish/Russian descent such as myself he would have finished that one and been banging the empty bottle on the table asking for seconds.
There cannot be not enough snacks, There can only be not enough vodka. There can be no silly jokes, There can only be not enough vodka. There can be no ugly women, There can only be not enough vodka. There cannot be too much vodka, There can only be not enough vodka.
Seattle-OK, It tries. It is a place that I thought of living in the late 90's but am glad I didn't make that choice. It is kind of pretty with the Sound and the Mountains but you have the feeling if you leave the proximity of the city you are in hell.
When you leave the city you are in paradise. A quickly shrinking paradise, though. In 10 years and it'll all be gone.
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33 comments:
And he polished off a half bottle of vodka!
What a cutey! Irresistible at that age. Then they grow up.
Tibore! That's water! (uh...right, Professor?)
Anyway, back to saying, "Awww...very nice!"
BTW, did you play with the color balance, or did it come out with that warm look all on its own?
If you don't already have it, I highly recommend this software as a "front end" to view, sort, make small tweaks, etc. It's Mac-specific and great. You can save Photoshop for the big stuff. I know you don't want to pollute your computer with anything non-Apple, but this has been around forever, and is stable, reputable, and very common in Mac-land.
And it's great to do those little over-all adjustments to the color that give pictures like this one their charming personalities.
My kid still gives me that look. Often.
I see a kid that age in a restaurant and I want to sit as far away as possible.
Actually it was absinthe, and he was just about to bang a maggot cleansed skull with a monkey's femur. Merry Christmas Tiny Tim!
cutest liberal ever!
"And who’s this little fellow in his itty-bitty robe?/That’s tiny baby Adolf, the Hitlers’ little boy!"
I see a kid that age in a restaurant and I want to sit as far away as possible.
Oh, now...
The purposefully slow and deliberate doling out of Cheerios one by one does wonders.
The purposefully slow and deliberate doling out of Cheerios one by one does wonders.
Very true. I've done it myself in the long ago past. My experience, though, is that I'm often seated next to kids with parents who are indulging their child's "creativity" or trying to ignore them. Result: My restaurant experience is not what I wanted. So I ask to be seated away from any of them.
i'm glad to be nearby
but only afterwards
cheerios on the floor yum
i'm feeling all warm and glowy already
spash some milk too
no spit up please
that's the subject of another post
of course i prefer a meatball
or two
behind the stove
maybe under the table if parents are sloppy
but i'm sure we will get to that
soon enough
i almost said 'if mom is sloppy'
you'll be happy to know
i'm not a sexist cockroach
Stewie: I want pancakes!! You people understand every language except English! Yo quiero pancakes! Donnez-moi pancakes! Click-click-bloody-click pancakes!!!
(The Family Guy, 2007)
"I see a kid that age in a restaurant and I want to sit as far away as possible."
It's a still so there is not soundtrack, and no history.
But based only on the clues that I can see, I say it is a sadder world than I realized.
I would much rather, by a wide margin, be seated near this gentleman that I would the average screechy wretch I get seated near with the cellphone rant and the local rant running in a bizarre mix stream of cross talk (and crosstalk).
When I see polite children out in public I enjoy the scene and sometimes true to engage them as the leave if they leave before I do.
(Our three learned to be permitted into polite company, but that was back in the day that we could tell them the could wait for us in the car if they didn't want to behave. We of course would go to jail now and the kids removed to foster care for that. That fact that we never ever actually had to carry out the threat is probably additional evidence against us. And one or another of them (now 30++) is wont to say in the presence of a misbehaving child--of any age--"no body ever had to put up with me doing that, why do I have to put up with it now?")
Ah, a future patriarch....
Yours?
Women are mostly kidnappers with small children. They crowd around smiling and looking for a chance to pick up the kid.
Guys are heading for another checkout line.
Puppies are also babe magnets.
That child looks like he has views on the world, and wants to discuss them. Seat me at the table next, so if he feels like talking to someone else, he has a willing conversation partner.
I have four kids, and I know that people want to sit far away from them. But this is totally foreign to my experience. When I am out to dinner away from my own children, being near other people's kids is great. They are often interesting, and if they act up, I'm not in the least responsible for hushing them up or making apologies. Being able to hang out with little ones without being in charge of them is one of life's great pleasures.
You can never miss with baby pics!
vodka? That kid's already into grappa!
Good evening fellow repubicans and lovers of the Bush Doctrine.
I have just returned from my business travels. Over the past two weeks I have been to: Phoenix (Scottsdale); San Diego; San Francisco; Seattle; and Chicago.
Here are my reviews:
Phoenix/Scottsdale-it is the desert-no water, I found it depressing.
San Diego-sunny, pretty, beachy. I could never live somewhere where it is 80 everyday.
San Francisco-fabulous I already lived there and wouldn't not return. Great stores and the people are relatively friendly which scares me.
Seattle-OK, It tries. It is a place that I thought of living in the late 90's but am glad I didn't make that choice. It is kind of pretty with the Sound and the Mountains but you have the feeling if you leave the proximity of the city you are in hell.
Chicago-very urban. Overall I like it. I always wonder what the industries are in Chicago. It is not a high tech or biotech hub so what are all these people doing. It snowed there and it was pretty. I almost went to Steam Works but I didn't which I am grateful for. I was staying on St. Clair Street which was a nice area. I love a city where you can walk out your door and get a cab-extremely important to me and if you run out of your building with a cellphone to your ear and hand up looking for a cab you look especially fabulous.
How was everyone's week? So I was reading that Galena Illinois is a little hot spot for second homes. Of course I researched this and you can get a second home there for under 300k-that is so cute.
"Seattle-OK, It tries. It is a place that I thought of living in the late 90's but am glad I didn't make that choice. It is kind of pretty with the Sound and the Mountains but you have the feeling if you leave the proximity of the city you are in hell."
What, you don't like trees?
But what about the cl*mb*rs?
OK, whats going on with that picture Althouse? You are trying too hard. I am sorry you know I love you but you are not Madonna (praise be the queen).
Now let's rethink that image and work with something else.
The rares were in "crate free" daycare. They are with me right now and I aboslutely love them.
Titus: You visit Galena, and I'll meet you there.
How could I not?
I see my dad has been giving haircuts again.
That looks like a well-behaved little kid. His service ware is in place in front of him.
And he polished off a half bottle of vodka!
Obviously a lightweight. If he was a real man of Polish/Russian descent such as myself he would have finished that one and been banging the empty bottle on the table asking for seconds.
There cannot be not enough snacks,
There can only be not enough vodka.
There can be no silly jokes,
There can only be not enough vodka.
There can be no ugly women,
There can only be not enough vodka.
There cannot be too much vodka,
There can only be not enough vodka.
Na zdrowie.
That kid has kind of a George Plimpton expression on his face.
So enjoy yourself
And do the things that matter
'cause there isn't time and space
To do it all
Love the things you try
Drink a cocktail, wear a tie
Show a little grace
If you should fall
Don't live another day
Unless you make it count
There's someone else
That you're supposed to be
Something deep inside of you
That still wants out
And shame on you
If you don't set it free
--"A Talk With George", Jonathan Coulton
Seattle-OK, It tries. It is a place that I thought of living in the late 90's but am glad I didn't make that choice. It is kind of pretty with the Sound and the Mountains but you have the feeling if you leave the proximity of the city you are in hell.
When you leave the city you are in paradise. A quickly shrinking paradise, though. In 10 years and it'll all be gone.
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