Yes, I changed the picture here on my blog.
I thought a photo of me flipping off the camera was more atuned to my state of mind of late than one of me nicely smiling in to the camera while trying to raise funds for Breast Cancer research.
Plus, in truth this photo was my ode to Johnny Cash. Taken in a Johnny Cash Tribute Bar (The Mean-Eyed Cat) in Austin, Texas. And, you know...I pretty much live to give Johnny Cash his due props any time I can.
In other news, I actually had a dream last night about Heather Armstrong. Don't worry, it was a rated-G kind of dream (but still - weird...). She was visiting California, staying in a very odd mobile home, for some reason, and I took it upon myself to show her around, most notably around Laguna Beach, which she very much loved.
How many more commas could I have in the last sentence, by the way?
Next, I hope to dream about Antonia Cornwall because A) She just cracks my shit up and laughing while sleeping makes for interesting conversation with The Old Man the next morning B) She seems to live a very entertaining life (although truthfully, she may just write about it in a very entertaining manner) C) I equally love her daughter who was named Esme before I ever heard of Twilight and I swear Stephenie Meyer stole the name from her and D) She's in England. I want to go to England soon, even if only in my dreams.
I think I read too many blogs...