happydance, happydance.

My new blogging friend and fellow swing dancer Karin wrote a couple of posts about the funny things guys say on the dance floor. So, in some fashion of admiring blog homage to her (or maybe outright theme theivery, depending how you look at it), I present one of my own from last night's inaugural Thursday Night Swing:

Dancing guy: Try to have fun! You should be smiling when you're swing dancing!
Me: Um... okay. *dorky attempted grin*

Ah yes... I've been dancing twice this week. Twice! This is a record for me, friends.

And in this week of danceriffic fun, I've realized that while I know some stuff in a theoretical, book smartish way, I... well... kind of suck at the real world of the dance floor. (I know, I know... practice makes perfect, blah blah.) I am not entirely sure I'm ready to start Intermediate Lindy Hop (aka Lindy 2) on Sunday, but oh well, I'm in.

Give me a sign.

My three favorite photography subjects are cats, clouds, and signs.

Yes, signs. Random, funny signs. They're all around you, if you only look for them. And I love signs, especially goofy stick-figure warnings and the ones that state the (should be) obvious.

Presenting Fig. 1, this little gem I found in a Starbucks restroom:

(click for bigger sign fun)

Dude, cleanliness is next to godliness, after all. I like knowing that there are detailed instructions on this very, very important practice. Therefore, there is no excuse for every barista (and, honestly, customer) to not contribute to making the world a cleaner, healthier place.

Well... okay. I confess. I switched steps 6 and 5, because it seemed a shame to waste all that water while I dried my hands. And... I didn't use the paper towel to turn off the water.

I know, I know... I am a shameful human being. :( But by golly, I feel so much better confessing my sin.

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On an unrelated note... I'm sorry, but I must go back on my promise to post my thoughts on the book I was reading, because I, well... abandoned it. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius = big literary letdown. I mean, the premise and style were interesting, but somewhere around Chapter 5's "f-ing wallet" story, he lost me. I'm just glad it was free from the library and not one of my random I-have-a-Borders-coupon-and-think-I-want-to-read-this purchases.

Oh, Mr. Eggers... I wanted so badly to like you.

ribbit.

I am working on a serious post. Seriously. I've been mulling over thoughts on a book I'm reading and would like to write something, well... thoughtful on it. For real.

But for now... please enjoy this random frog picture.


The guy was crawling around on the front office window this morning. He was huge and spotty and just hanging around out there. I had to get a picture. Frogs are great.

Yes, more awesome Florida wildlife. :)