Showing posts with label Woming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woming. Show all posts

Friday, February 17, 2012

Cabin Fever


Recently, my sister packed up her car, drove to Nebraska, and started a management training program. Did I mention she took the car? Well she did. It's rather cold here, the wind whips through your bones quite efficiently. Consequently the baby and I have been spending lots of time indoors. And I don't know how many 1 1/2 year old children you have encountered, but they have amazing stores of energy. There's only so much we can do in this apartment before we go a bit goofy. 


This one has taken to laying on the floor to stare at the dog while it grooms itself.



I have started staring morosely to the right over my shoulder for hours on end. 


We're a couple of Emily Dickinsons minus the poetry and sapphic love. 

Global warming, feel free to kick in any time now. I need to go outside.  

Friday, December 30, 2011

The Wyoming Meth Project

Now that I live in Wyoming, the youtube ads that play before my video have a dark and scary message.
Gone are the commercials enticing me to buy shiny, new and improved stuff.

Now I am treated to this:




Hooray! I wanted watch a funny cat video and now I have images of meth-addled youths in my brain. I can see it now, kids across Wyoming: "Mommy what's a hustler?" These disturbing videos were created by the director of Requiem for a Dream, Black Swan, etc. Like Requiem for a Dream wasn't the best advertising to never do drugs; I have to see some girl slit her wrists before I can enjoy the breathy falsetto of Kay Perry.

Population of Wyoming, get off the meth! I don't want to see these ads anymore!