Every time my dad calls me the conversation starts with him asking me "So what do you think about the war now?"

Apparently we've won and the Iraqis are acting like the French being liberated from the Germans (I think this might be ironic, I'm not sure) and for about five and a half more minutes they are happy to have our nice soldiers there waving our big American flags around. I'm still not clear on the September 11th Pentagon flag over Saddam's head thing, but I'm sure it'll be cleared up once the history books get written.

So, anyway, I used my non-photographic skills and made a flag.

Are we feeling patriotic yet? No? Maybe you need the desktop version.

My papa died this morning. He followed Ammie pretty quickly. He was on oxygen and they were giving him morphine.

I called my other grandma this morning to give her the news. She sighs and says "Well, two down, two to go!"

My grandma is really morbid sometimes.

Q: I like your photos! I'm getting married in a few months, will you be my wedding photographer?
A: No.

Q: I like your photos! I'm in a band. Can we use your photo for free on the cover of our demo?
A: No.

Q: I like your photos! I'm an actor and I need free headshots. Would you like to photograph me?
A: No.

Q: I like your web design! I have a business and I want a website. I have clip art all picked out and everything!
A: No.

Q: I like your drawings. Will you do a drawing of my wife/Dungeons and Dragons character/dog?
A: No.

Q: I saw that thing you wrote about mutant toes. I have mutant toes! Do you know about any mutant toe support groups?
A: No.

Q: I like those pictures of you. Will you be my special internet friend?
A: No.

Sorry I haven't been posting lately. Now that pretty much every weblog in existence has become a warblog, it feels really trite at the moment to post glossy little photos of food and, you know, stuff.

Maybe eventually I will get over it and post again, but for now I can't find the energy.