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DISCLAIMER. . . . I am not quite sure WHY I appear to weigh about 300 pounds in this video, however I SWEAR I am not even close to being that heavy. In fact I have lost a bit of weight since moving here. Apparently Stephanie was using the obesity lens and focused smack dab on me.
Regardless, we meant to post this on Christmas however we were experiencing some tequila induced technical difficulties.
artificial |ˌärtəˈfi sh əl|
adjective
1 made or produced by human beings rather than occuring naturally, typically as a copy of something natural : her skin glowed in the artificial light | an artificial limb | artificial flowers.
• (of a situation or concept) not existing naturally; contrived or false : the artificial division of people into age groups.
See note at spurious .
• Bridge (of a bid) conventional as opposed to natural.
2 (of a person or a person’s behavior) insincere or affected : an artificial smile.
DERIVATIVES
artificiality |-ˌfi sh ēˈalitē| noun
artificially adverb
ORIGIN late Middle English : from Old French artificiel or Latin artificialis, from artificium ‘handicraft’ (see artifice ).
Last night I played a gig at a wedding. The group consisted of piano, trumpet, and bass. The pianist took a keyboard drum solo. That was a first for me and I thought I would share.
winner |ˈwinər|
noun
a person or thing that wins something : a Nobel Prize winner.
• a goal or shot that wins a winner or point.
• Bridge a card that can be relied on to win a trick.
• informal a thing that is a success or is likely to be successful : the changes failed to make the soap opera a winner.
ok, we’ve been slacking on the blog. there are two reasons for this. number one is that we’ve been doing other stuff. number two is that we are binge bloggers.
“Fuck! What time is it?” I love how she drops the ‘F’ bomb.
“About 1, i think.”
“The deadline is 6pm pacific time, that means i only have 3 hours, right?”
“You have 5 because we’re two hours ahead.”
“Okay, i think i can do this.”
It’s not unusual to hear for me to hear a random outburst from behind one of her computers at any time, so i’ve gotten used to it. It turns out that there’s a contest online where she could win a custom blog for her business. Given a random photo of some girl, she has to do something…anything…with the photo and include the company’s logo. She seems a little nervous because her expertise is not necessarily in design, but she dives in and spends the entire afternoon working feverishly, finally submitting her entry at 5:45ish. The next day she gets a congratulatory email informing her that she won. here’s the link: http://www.flosites.com/blog/index.php?link=24&cat=2
