Out of the frozen Piedmont of North Carolina, a snowy figure arose and walked and walked and walked, searching for he knew not what, until he finally sat down to rest at the bottom of a driveway in Cedar Grove. He did not question the reason for his existence, he only wished he were not so miserably cold and alone. He hung his head, and studied his breath gently blowing from his mouth in white clouds.
Suddenly, he felt a soft touch on his neck, and turned to look into the warm dark eyes of a stranger, yet he knew in his heart that this was his beloved, finding him at last, just as he was about to give up his search. Enjoying the warmth of their embrace, they melted away.
Curly was the meanest, rootenest, tootenest, doodle in the West, pictured here with his trusty sidekick, Butch the Scorpion. Curly pulled off many a sting with Butch, charmed the ladies, rode many a mile together in the dusty desert. Curly never uncurled to show what he looked like on the inside. Some say he hid a sentimental inscription by his dear, departed mother. Some others say he hid a nasty scar. Whatever the reason, as rough and tough as was his reputation, he was always quick to kindly joke a child’s tears into laughter, or help a little old lady across the street.
Dedicated to my friends and family in the Southwest.
When conversation lags with family on holiday get-togethers, it’s always good to bring out the word board games. Lately, we’ve been playing a lot of UpWords®, an old board game which is a 3D relative of Scrabble (I’m actually surprised when I run into people that don’t know what it is). Basically, after several minutes of playing, you can see towers of letters forming in areas, in contrast to flatter areas, so you can sort of get the effect of a downtown and suburbs with words.
Today’s Christmas doodle was generated during a typical recent UpWords game in our house, in which participants take great care and much time in choosing just the right word or combination of words to gain points. Many times we think up words which are perfectly good words, but they just have not yet been assigned a meaning in the English language, so unfortunately we can’t use them. This doodle is dedicated to those words which have not yet been born. Merry Christmas, y’all!
My question: Would this customized look appeal to the masses (it appeals to the owner of these dogs for sure!), or would a more generic bulldog illustration be more popular with folks not familiar with these particular bulldogs? I can do that, but since portraiture is one of my strengths, how best to package and market this skill?
Results from yesterday confirmed this morning. I CAN make the perfect non-sticking omelette.
This is without Teflon®, without any special nonstick vegetable spray. After adding the eggs to some melted butter covering the bottom of the skillet, you simply have to keep the pan moving over relatively high heat, lifting and tilting it periodically to get the runny stuff underneath, and keep loosening the edges of the omelet with a spatula.
Why did it take me this long (decades) to get around to mastering this fairly easy skill? How many people are out there still letting the best part of their eggs adhere like cement to the pan, causing many minutes of soaking and scouring afterwards?
This may cause me to examine other parts of my life that I might be stuck because of inertia or inattentiveness.