Lis's Project 365

The lobby of the Boston Opera House looks how theaters are supposed to look. Grand and a bit imposing and telling you that you are entering someplace special. I always get a bit peeved when I see people dressed all tatty at the theater; I just want to grab them and say “look around you! look at this beautiful place! you could have at least worn something clean!”

Being blind does not stop Parker from being like most cats,  getting into places he’s really not supposed to be.  I can’t imagine there’s a thing in that cabinet that would appeal to him, given his reaction any time Doug sticks a drink under his sensitive nose.

so, you know, it’s another day at work and you go into the lunch room and there’s Clifford’s head in a box.

what, this never happens to you? Geez…

“any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it,
slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows
where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.”

We’ve lost a few fish this summer, so today we went out and got some new ones. Before you let them go in the tank, you have to let them acclimate to the temperature gradually by setting them inside the tank while still in their plastic bag. Being fish, they seem very confused by this.

last spring, the museum was hosting a Curious George exhibit. To go along with that, we got special George hand stamps made. Well….give a creative staff access to a stamp and lots of time on their hands, and here’s your results:

the gallery of George (and the one image of some kind of mutant Bart Simpson) is still on display in the staff area.

I love this. Someone (or perhaps many someones) is stealing the Herald.  If you’re going to risk stealing something, at least make it something good. The Herald? Come on, now.

On the other hand, it means the Herald is losing money. Not such a bad thing.

yet another last day for someone at work today, so after work we went to a bar called Drink. It’s kind of fun; while you can certainly just order a drink, you can also just tell the bartender the kind of thing you’re in the mood for, and they’ll custom make it, possibly with these little add-in flavors, most of which were incomprehensible, at least to me..

saw this monk (I assume) getting on board an  Amtrak train today and thought “well, yeah, I guess monks need to get around too.” it’s a and yes, it’s a technically poor photograph. it was the best I could do today.

Steady blue, clear view.

Flashing blue, clouds due.

Steady red, rain ahead.

Flashing red, snow instead.*

*except during Red Sox season, when this means the game is called on account of weather. although I’ve also heard that it means the Sox won. Or lost.