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This house is across the street from the New Britain Museum of American Art. It’s one of the best on the East Coast. And this schmuck has a front yard full of plastic Christmas tchotchkes. I was heading into the museum to see if they’d let me take a few pictures of the Maurice Sendak exhibit. I didn’t hold out a lot of hope for them letting me do it. I got a few shots of the museum outsides. It used to be one building that every teenaged boy visited at least once because they had nudes on the walls in there. It has expanded and I got some great shots but I haven’t figured out how to download the pictures to the blog. So far it’s shown up two different ways; this one in code and in a previous one in pictures. /but back to the picture there has to be at least a hundred on the front lawn. Either this guy is trying to beat the rush or is un-freaking believably lazy. I worry about his wife. She has to explain this to all the people who might knock on the door on the off chance that somebody totally batcrap crazy lives there.

More Food porn: I really like America’s Test Kitchen and Cook’s Country. They feature Christopher Kimball, Bridget Lancaster, Julia Collin Davidson, Becky Hayes, Erin Murrer and some times Yvonne Ruprerti. Chris is the main man he introduces the recipes and sometimes wears silly costumes. Bridget is blond cute, married and seems to be the lead cook. Julia is an attractive wife of a Boston fish dealer. Becky is cheerful. Erin looks like she has something on Chris. Yvonne was in early seasons and I developed a crush on her because she can bake and my baking skills are severely lacking. Now, the ladies are easy to look at and are more than capable to prepare a meal. The problem arises when the meal is plated and Chris and whomever he’s cooking with begin to explode in rapture. There are times when I’m watching and they really get close to going overboard. MMMs and Ahs resound. I’m expecting them to strip down and start eating the meal off each other. In the years I spent cooking I never reached orgasmic levels. Sure there were a whole bunch of meals that were exceptional but none had me wanting to roll on the floor and looking for a waitress to rub my belly. I watch them, I crush on the women but kill the volume just before they taste the meal.

I had a SONY Cybershot. It died. I bought a Canon Powershot on-line I got a good deal but the software was incompatible with my operating system on my computer. I tried downloading onto a laptop with Windows 7 but the CD-ROM drawer wouldn’t close. My IP fixed it in one call. I took it out Monday with my cell to take some Veteran’s Day shots. The IP fixed it again giving me a devoted folder to the camera. The phone company taught me how to upload the picture to the computer, I forgot how. The problem was I wanted, no lusted after a real-life SLR with interchangeable lenses. I found one on eBay and put in a bid I figured that no would beat. I got beat by $1. I went back and found another one, a Nikon with interchangeable lenses. There’s a chance I’ll post again, this time visual. If you’re looking for a reason. Somehow I got followed by a lot of people who have photo blogs. I don’t want to compete, just be accepted.

One last thing, this blog wasn’t as funny as last week. They’re kind of difficult for me and I have to really write, like I’m doing a story. this is more stream of consciousness. So you can see what’s going on inside my brain.

See you in the funnies.