Monthly Archives: January 2009

All in all it’s just another

Hey! Teacher! Make those kids write a 1,000 words about a brick. Then the teacher attempts same.

You could print “Reeses Pieces” on them

Personalized messages on your M&Ms. It’s not just for weddings. You can also mix colors and words to celebrate Super Bowls, Tweetups and downsizing events.

Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention please

There is an impending arrival at “everything is beautiful.”

So say we all

“The final Watchmen poster. This movie better not suck” Thus says Morgan.

Final Friday: Delano Style

A list of places to visit on the west end of the festivities. Karen also points to one of the great mysteries of our age, artists on MySpace.

Good news

Cora has started chemotherapy earlier than anticipated and so far she is handling it fairly well.

Monarch Butterflys have their own website

Kim photographs the butterfiles. She also goes to enjoy the musical stylings of Vehicles. The two worlds collide.

Meeting the unknown

Otherwise know as “the blind date.” Also known as Hell.

Spreading the social media fertilizer

At Wichita. It is “the only social network for Wichita, Ks.” Add this to your weapons of community enhancement arsenal.

Sundance roundup

A full report on Rod’s excellent trip to the Sundance Film Festival.

She protects her house well

Douglas and Main make no secret of the fact we think Joanna Chadwick does the blogging thing well. She posts good content, tries to engage her readers in a conversation and encourages comments by asking questions of her readers. She also refuses to allow people to trash her place.

Another first for Kathryn

She completed her first indoor triathlon.

Giving judges power

A bill is under consideration that would allow bankruptcy judges to lower a filers mortgage to help them avoid foreclose. There is a surprising supporter for this bill.

We could always do more

Dave is on his way to see his sister, possibly for the last time.

Banjo attraction

Prepared to watch TV and monitor her laptop, angry at the Eagle and losing a daughter to bluegrass. Such is the life of Coppercorn.