My parents have iPhones.  This is a ridiculous turn of events.  Below is an actual email from my dad:

Thanks       How are you?    Love     Dad


And that was written at a computer on a full-size keyboard. Why the strange spacing?  I have no idea.  This man has a master's degree.  
I am half-dreading seeing what a touch screen keyboard does to his communication style.  For the longest time when he started texting, he would leave out all vowels.  I got the text below from him once:


"Hm ths wknd r cmg fr fd n fn?"


I replied:


"I have no idea what you are saying. What do you have against vowels?"


His response:


"Hams do it not working this weekend if you want to come for food n fun"


Right. Okay.

Open Letter to Facebook

Hey Facebook:
Stop suggesting that I make my exes my facebook friends.  If I wanted them to be my facebook friends, don't you think I would have done that already?  I don't actually need a reminder that they exist.  Thanks for trying to look out for me and my online popularity, though.
Seriously,
me

last night's dream

Last night's dream was some kind of photo shoot involving beans and a soccer ball.
I believe the idea was to make it look like the beans (which were almost lima beans, but slightly smaller and not green) were playing soccer.  The soccer ball was regulation size for humans, though, so the set-up included lots of trick wires and some fishing line.  I remember that there were a couple little beans on the ground, standing upright, and one hovering on top of the soccer ball at an angle. I think that bean was getting ready to kick a goal.

I'm pretty sure that I happened upon this scene, which was set up in a warehouse or photo-shoot-y type environment.  But once I was there, I was in charge.  Quite an interesting responsibility to have thrust upon oneself.  I'm still considering trying to do this shoot someday.