Friday, September 28, 2007

How To Draw Mickey Mouse



STEP ONE

Begin with some cross-hairs. You'll want your Mickey to be proportional, so this is an important early step. Use a ruler for precision and faint pencil lines so that you can erase later.

STEP TWO

Mickey is composed of a series of circles. This one will give you an idea of where the head should be. Additional circles will stem from this one. Use a protractor for perfect circles.

STEP THREE

Grab your ruler again and draw lines to represent where the body will go: torso, legs, and arms.

STEP FOUR

Draw Mickey!


It's just that simple!

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

JUKE!box



Click the JUKE!box above to hear the entire playlist or listen to individual songs below. This is stuff we've acquired lately.

David Lynch: Ghost of Love -- David Lynch singing and playing. From the Inland Empire soundtrack.

Danielson: Did I Step On Your Trumpet? -- One of my favorite new (to me) songs. Lots of Danielson songs are just annoying or noisy, but this one's great. It sounds like it could be a Modest Mouse Song.

Freestylers: Don't Stop the Rock -- Carrie and I spent the other night compiling two CDs of roller skating songs. This is the one of stuff I grew up with on the "For Boys!" collection.

Jordy: Dur Dur d'Etre Bebe! -- Carrie introduced me to this early 90s French phenomenon, a four-year-old named Jordy who sings "it's hard to be a baby." Yes, we have the album now.

Sufjan Stevens: Come On! Feel the Illinoise! -- By now, all the hipsters have moved on, I'm sure, but I'm just now getting around to listening to Sufjan Stevens. At least three or four songs on this album are really great.

The Fendermen: Mule Skinner's Blues -- An old favorite of mine (and Noby's). I found this on a 99 cent CD at Hastings that had twelve "wacky favorites." Best buck I've spent in a long time.

Beck: Black Tambourine (Film Version) -- A remix of Beck's song (I assume by Lynch?) for the Inland Empire soundtrack.

The Shangri-Las: Leader of the Pack -- Another old favorite, from the "wacky favorites" CD (though I've never considered this especially wacky). I've been meaning to pick up a Shangri-Las compilation for a while now.

Nice and Wild: Diamond Girl -- From the Roller Skating Songs (For Girls!) CD that features mostly stuff Carrie grew up with. I'd never heard this song before. Carrie's my diamond girl.

Rusty Spell: I Could Dance if I Weren't So Hostage (or: Hurt Someone In Installments) -- From my new solo album. It's safe for everyone cause I'm not singing on it!

Jens Lekman: Friday Night at the Drive-In Bingo -- We likey the new Jens Lekman album.

ROCK OUT, YO!

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Ladybug Winners

Congratulations, Noby and Melissa. Carrie was the lefthand ladybug, having serviced 608 different ladybugs, and Rusty was the righthand ladybug, being the last of 608.

You both are winners!



Lori is wrong, of course. Rusty and I are not the same now that we're married. We're more different than ever! I mean, we have different last names, different platinum wedding rings, a different office at work, different hair colors, we eat different things for dinner . . . .

Friday, September 21, 2007

HAUNTED HONEYMOON! (or: "Ghosties?")



It's two months past our honeymoon and a month till Halloween, but -- oh well -- seems about the right time for our honeymoon pictures of the ghost tours we took in St. Augustine, Florida.

If you've seen enough of those ghost hunter shows, you've seen St. Augustine, which is the oldest continually-settled (by white people) city in America. They're the third most haunted city in America, or something like that.

We went on one of their ghost tours, which kind of sucked, so I bought a cheap ghost book and took Carrie on my own late one night, until she got scared... but not by ghosts, by potential murderers. I'm the mystic; Carrie's the one with a real brain.

So get ready for...



They tell you that the best way to see a ghost is to take pictures and see what shows up. Most of the time, you just get boring pictures. Here's one of the city gates, where apparently a girl named Elizabeth waves to people:



Some of the pictures don't have ghosts in them, but they're pretty spooky looking. Here's a graveyard. Too bad we weren't allowed to go inside them:



There were a few shots where, if you use your imagination, you can see a face or something in the shadows:



In this next one, you can even see a woman. This is the "love tree," where a palm tree is growing out of a regular tree. Here, a woman seems to wait for her lost love:



Sometimes you get spooky shadows that seem like people:



St. Augustine is famous for its old forts. I hope I didn't make the spirits of the ghost army angry:



Don't confuse reflections in the glass for ghosts:



Flagler College is said to be haunted, sometimes by students who have to read Hamlet over and over for ever and ever:



The St. Francis Inn has a lot of bizzarre stories surrounding it:



This is me getting ready to go on the ghost tour. Even our hotel is said to be haunted:



The ghost tours aren't all that scary when there are this many people around:



I know we both sound skeptical about the ghost thing, but it was our honeymoon, so maybe we were just too preoccupied to notice spirits trying to get our attention:



Oh, I forgot to say that St. Augustine is also known for pirates, so it's the perfect place for hipsters. If you're lucky, you can see a pirate ghost, which is a pirate who has died and become a ghost. Or is it a ghost who wasn't a pirate but who has made a choice to become one after being a ghost? At any rate, here we are by the water:



They say that evil things happen at the Tolomoto Cemetary:



Someone was murdered by three people wearing cloaks at the corner at the end of the street. Carrie wouldn't go down there:



They have so many creepy garments and bedrooms and stuff that you can't help but feel someone is haunting the place, maybe someone not-long dead:



Carrie framed this creepy moon shot:



I dunno. Maybe I do, maybe I don't believe in ghosts:



At any rate, we had fun:



Happy haunting!

Monday, September 17, 2007

Who's Who? Ladybugs Part Two!

You may remember some of our other who's who contests -- in our first, you guessed which pumpkin was Carrie and which was Rusty. In our second, you guessed which of the Netflix-cozy ladybugs was Carrie and which was Roo.

We now have a different set of ladybugs, salt and pepper shakers, for a new who's who contest. Here they are, former members of our wedding registry, now birthday prezzies from Rusty to me.

Which cute one is Rusty, and which adorable one is me?



Hurry up and answer before we come in and spoil it all! This isn't one of those "everybody wins" contests, so make sure your answer's right.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

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Sunday, September 09, 2007

Friday, September 07, 2007

Welcome to the World, Baby Ronan

One day after my birthday, we all have a new friend in the world -- my best friend, Courtney, had a baby boy named Ronan. He has big feet, which makes his papa Ian proud.

I have no photos to share yet, but here's what he looked like back in July:



Now he's a real 6 pound human being, and I'm feeling a little nostalgic and emotional.

Here's a photo of me with his mom the year I met her, which was 1997, when we were put together in a room in Balch Hall.



I remember moving in. Men are From Mars, Women are from Venus was on the bookshelf and a poster of a hunk holding a baby was already on the wall. She'd taken the bed by the window. She was out and all I had was her name, Courtney A---. I was concerned. It took us a week at least to start talking, but it turns out that we were from the same planet.

Her family took me with them to New York City during Thanksgiving of 1998. We saw the Rockettes Christmas show and Courtney and her brother fell asleep. I woke them up during the nativity part by saying, "Is that a real live camel onstage?" Apparently, I was the only one appreciative of the tickets. Here's a picture of all of us in front of Radio City Music Hall.



(Some of you may remember her dad, Jay, above since he gave her toast at our wedding. Courtney couldn't fly to Miami because she was incubating Ronan.)

In our senior year we lived in the dumpiest house on Williams Street in Ithaca. I moved in first and was miserable in that fleabag attic apartment until Courtney showed up. She made me happy by doing things like this:



We went on a Caribbean cruise for spring break during that year. Here we are, ready to head to the Port of Miami.



And then we graduated . . .



We've always lived in different cities since then, but we're still buddies. Courtney is the only friend I have who calls me to find out why I haven't called or e-mailed her back. I love her for that. And many other reasons. We see each other as much as we can.

Here's a picture we took of her & her baby daddy/hubby at the Alamo when we all met up there:



You gotta love Courtney. And now, Ronan.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

What We've Been Doing Lately

Replacing our old lightbulbs with the more efficient flourescent kinds.



Enjoying our even-faster DSL connection, allowing us to watch Netflix's instant watching with high quality.



Eating Special K bars.



Watching Big Love on DVD...



... featuring the faces of Chloe Sevigny.



Checking our mail.



Wondering why you grew a beard.





Making Steven Stayner jokes.