Monday night: We can haz history

1. I watched and listened, and my first reaction was:

"OK, what's next?"

2. Very productive day at work. The kids in Lake George are really pumped up. They are doing good things.

3. The local paper does an annual set of "Student Achievement Awards." Three kids from out initiative were named to the list, including the kid I nominated. Yee-ha!

4. I just drank one of the most average, non-discript beers I have ever had: Eugene City Brewey's "Ytack Town: Honey Wheat Ale." a Rogue product.

5. Roll call for King's & Queen's Bardic? Anyone competing?

6. I am listening to a book I have read before. If you like well-written police procedural/mysteries, I highly recommend P.T. Deutermann's "Cat Dancers." Great stuff.

7. Just because it's one of the greatest lines in movie history:

"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses."

Sensitive Liam is sensitive

Please forgive me for being a little sensitive.

I love taking pictures at events. It's my passion. I really look forward to coming home and seeing just how well I did.

Lately, though, something has bothered me.

It seems like every time I post pictures, someone's not happy.

"There are no A&S pictures."

"You never take any pictures of me."

"There are no kitchen pictures."

"You never take any pictures of me."

"You didn't take pictures of the merchants."

"You never take any pictures of me."

"You missed [insert name]'s award."

"You never take any pictures of me."

"I am never smiling in your pictures."

"You never take any pictures of me."

"I asked you to take a picture and you [screwed up in this way]."

"You never take any pictures of me."

I know it's friendly kidding, but it bothers me.

I suppose if I am going to enjoy the compliments I get, I need to deal with this two.

If you want me to take a picture of you, see me at that event.

Tell me just what you want.

I will do my best.

If I screw up, write to me privately?

I like taking pictures and making folks happy.

Please note, family is exempt from my unhappiness.

Oh, and the kitchen pictures. When I took them this time, someone in the kitchen got nasty at me for taking them.