Play by Play

::299:: the fox and the owl

It sounds like the title of a poem or a fable, and I'm wondering what it's about.

::298:: punkin peekaboo

::297:: 8, 16, 32, 48, 64, 96, 108

My favorite color names will always be...

burnt sienna
cornflower blue
lemon yellow
raw umber
bittersweet
Caribbean green
thistle
blue gray
midnight blue
orange yellow and its slightly different sibling, yellow orange

I loved the box with the sharpener on the back, loved the smell (still do), loved ironing them between wax paper.

What do you remember about crayons from your childhood?

::296:: bad attitude

He reminds me a little bit of...

Bert, pissed off at Ernie
Liza Minelli on a bad day
Winona Ryder, circa Beetlejuice
a Romulan

You?

::295:: you sank my battleship!

::294:: hail to the chief

This is only the second sticker I have ever stuck on a car. The first was also recently, and it's a sticker for my kids' school. I held out for years but I do love that school (and my kids). A previous school only got as far as a magnet. I have commitment issues.

I'm considering more stickers, though, since now I have a good collection started. Contenders include a "commit random acts of kindness" one and a Flying Spaghetti Monster. Is the FSM disrespectful and in conflict with the kindness? 

::293:: say hello to my little friend

I don't *think* I've used that title before. It's kindof strange how often the phrase goes through my head. Should I be concerned?

::292:: a place for everything...

...and everything in its place!  Or as I sometimes say, "a place for everything, and everything all over the place."

::291:: the whole world in his hands

make-up work ::284:: high on life

(if I can, I'm going to make up for every missed day in this 365 project. yikes!)

Does anybody else remember teachers and parents acting concerned and disapproving about children sniffing Mr. Sketch markers? I remember feeling like we had to sneak a sniff during religious ed classes. Were they worried that it would damage our brains? Did it damage us? If it was toxic, why did they smell like fruity flavors? Was it all part of some conspiracy to destroy the brain cells of American children? Or were the grown-ups all so freaked out by Nancy Reagan and the War on Drugs, and convinced that we would get high off of anything we could get our hands on? Did anybody ever actually get high off these things, or did they just get a blue nose?

Ok, those are all rhetorical questions. This one is not: what is/was your favorite smelly marker?