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	Welcome To My Home... April 21, 2003 Eggs and Flashlights I went over to help my uncle and his friends with their Easter egg hunt over the weekend. Alone. I go ahead and invite the world (or, perhaps more accurately, the seven of you who are reading this) - and I still can't get anybody to come with me. But it was fun nonetheless. The total egg count, for those who are interested, was 980. And because our dedicated team of egg-hiders was composed of... well, me... I got to hide pretty much all of them. Of course, I use the term "hide" very loosely. There are a few things that hinder ingeneous egg placement when dealing with numbers that large. Sure, I found some beautiful hiding places in the beginning. And those, quite coincidentally, seemed to still be there near the end of the hunt. But there came a time when it occurs to you, after skillfully balancing an egg on the overhanging limb of a tree, that there are still seven hundred more eggs that need hiding places... and there just aren't that many tree branches. Really. After sticking a few dozen yellow ones in the lemon tree, where else is there to go? Quality control was pretty lax. Basically, I'd grab a basket of three hundred stuffed eggs which weighed more than my delicate physique would allow me to carry comfortably, and my number one priority at that point was to get as many eggs out of the basket until I had once again regained some degree of mobility. A good deal of my egg hiding consisted of hauling the basket out to the center of the yard and then chucking eggs in the general direction of trees and bushes. When they started hitting each other, I knew it was time to move on. The actual egg hunt took place after dark. This added an interesting element to the game, because... you couldn't see anything. All the kids had flashlights, though, so they were okay. We gave the word, and a couple dozen seemed to become just a swarm of lights bouncing around the yard. At first, it seemed like the little light bugs might clear the yard of eggs within a matter of minutes. They seemed productive enough as they zipped around the yard, some even taking full-on nose dives to grab an egg. After the excitement had died down, and the kids were all in respective candy-induced comas, I decided to wander around a see what they'd missed. I took my uncle's flashlight, since the one loaned to me by my coniving sister did not seem to work to it's full flashlight potential. My uncle's flashlight was a bit more serious. I was walking around carrying what could have been mistaken as a small sun. What surprised me wasn't the number of unrecovered hidden eggs, but the number of unhidden ones. I picked up like ten eggs that were just sitting out on the ground. Those had probably been ones where I had missed throwing it into the bush I was aiming for and was too lazy to pick it up. I was able to recover a good forty to fifty eggs on my stroll around the yard, but I believe we figured that there are still about seventy eggs lying around the yard somewhere. And it makes you wonder... just how much of that candy that the kids were eating was a year or more old? Comments April 21, 2003 More Eggs? I need to draw eggs for art. That's like a cloud hanging over my head. It's like 'I need to do my homework.' But I can't. I've boiled some eggs. I've formatted my paper. And now I'm sitting around waiting for it to get dark enough for me to control the lighting. Sketchbook. I'm still doing daily self portraits. I was away from my tablet for the weekend, so I needed to resort to *gasp* traditional media for that one. Check them out if you're inclined. Today's picture is a quick break from self portraits to do somebody else's portrait. Someone from the Megatokyo forums liked my freaky color portrait and asked if I'd do one of her. So I did. Noodle Cups. If I wasn't so certain that the salt content of those things is going to kill me, I don't think I'd ever eat anything else. Nothing beats the combined price and convenience of a Noodle Cup. Animal Revolution. Watch out. Now the cats are taking up arms. The PETA Will. There's this PETA lady who wants her skin to be made into a handbag after she dies as a sort of protest. Not only do I support her wholeheartedly, but I really think she's onto something here. What are we doing wasting all of these potentially valuable materials and just burying and cremating dead bodies? I tell you. My bones are going in a haunted house when I'm dead. Get some witnesses in here. I want this to be official. Ooh! And then maybe my foot could be made into a doorstop. I think that could be cool. April 22, 2003 Human Handbag Update Jared has informed me that it is apparently not as enjoyable as one might think to live amidst human remains. Maybe he has some experience in such areas... Sketchbook. Those of you who would rather not look at my face every day should be thrilled by my diversion from self portraits. Today I have a rather nice speed painting. Pencil Art. Check out some very impressive pencil art - although not of the variety that you may be expecting.		Quick Links - Fun 'n Folly - Juggling Club - RF Haunt - RF Gallery News/Updates HOME - Latest Post ARCHIVE - Full Archive <- PREV | NEXT -> 4/21 - Eggs and Flashlights 4/14 - Problem Solving 4/7 - Make Like a Tree 4/1 - Brainstorming 3/28 - Time to Think 3/24 - Presenting the Future of Education 3/19 - Question of the Day 3/17 - Logistics 3/12 - The Element of Surprise 3/9 - It's Not That Far Previous 10 shown Read More... 8/6/02 - First Post HOME - Latest Post ARCHIVE - Full Archive
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