I am going to guess that none of you will be able to figure out what this is, without cheating!

Anyway, I started by seeing if I could take what would otherwise be considered (by most people, not necessarily me) a boring picture and make something interesting out of it.

I think the image above qualifies as interesting. It’s pretty anyway.

Basically, all I did was crop the original photo to a small section with which I thought I could do something.

Next, I used a filter in Photoshop to create the effect shown. The texture you see is the result of the filter, which was a glass filter simulating tiny lenses.

What’s “below” the texture is largely untouched.

But you probably still can’t figure it out. Or can you?

Clue: It’s something you may have in your house.

You’d think a Great Dane would know better than to mess with a scrappy Chihuahua!

Pow!

Whoosh!

Poor Little Too. But you should see what’s left of the Great Dane!

You remember the chorus, right?

Chorus:
It’s the eye of the chihuahua, it’s the small ones with might
Wakin’ up to the morning of our nap time.
And the wide ‘wake chihuahua hungers for sleep tonight
And he’s watchin’ us all with the eye of the chihuahua.

Don’t worry. There was no Great Dane encounter. Little Too is fine. See?

That photo is from a couple weeks ago. That’s when I took the picture I used for the “Eye of the Chihuahua” post. She blinked on the first shot (and looked away on the second), but, this being Halloween month, I figured I could put that photo to good use.

Good thing I don’t always toss bad photos. (Except the blurry ones.)

Yes, I know it is Sunday, but yesterday was Saturday and this was Saturday’s dinner, and “Saturday Supper” sounded better than “Yesterday’s Dinner.” Though, Yesterday’s Diner sounds like a good name for a diner.

Apparently, I’m not the only one that thinks that, because there already is a Yesterday’s Diner. They even serve quesadillas! What are the odds?

You see, I’m on the cutting edge of yesteryear!

Anyway, back to Saturday’s supper…

In the middle, we start with some flank steak. Sure, it should be in strips, but it’s so tender it just pulled apart real easily when cutting. Still delicious, though it didn’t have the kick I usually have with my flank steak. I think I left something out, but not sure what. Still good though.

In the back are homemade guacamole and homemade nacho chips. The chips were slightly overdone. Not as bad as Friday’s attempt, and today I finally got the timing figured out. Anyway, they were almost done yesterday, when I turned off the oven. I left them in there while I cut the flank steak, and I guess I took a little too long cutting the meat. Anyway, they were a little more golden brown than was really necessary. But, they weren’t burnt, so they still tasted fine. The appearance is more of an issue than the taste.

On the sides is a quesadilla, cut into four sections. Looks like one on either side of the plate, but there are two on either side. With the way I stacked them (and then added the sour cream), it looks like two, but there are four. They were stuffed with cheese and a simple salsa.

In the back left corner is a Cherry Coke.

So, that was dinner. And breakfast/lunch (brunch?) today was a quesadilla and some more chips, made fresh. This time, I got the timing right! Nice and crunchy, not too golden brown. Finished off the rest of the guacamole, though I will probably make some more tonight. Maybe.

Tonight’s supper, as if you care but you’ve read this far, is wings!

And maybe some more chips. Probably.

Maybe a quesadilla too. Maybe not. Maybe I’ll go have one now… Maybe I’ll try one with some of the leftover flank steak and cheese.

Saturday! Saturday! Saturday!

It’s a day.

Saturday! Saturday! Talkin’ ’bout Saturday! Saturday!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It’s a day.

Saturday.

Not Friday.

Saturday.

Not Sunday.

Saturday.

Saturday?

Saturday.

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday.

Saturday night now on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday.

Saturday’s all right,
All night,
‘Til midnight.

Then it’s Sunday.

Sunday. Sunday. Sunday.

We’ll be talking about Sunday.

The day before Monday.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah yeah, oh, yeah!

Until then it’s…

Saturday! Saturday! Saturday!

Okay, so it’s a vegetable. Not a fruit. Deal.

Tell me, tell me true, prefer which of these do you:

The Long-Tail Search, or How Not to Be Such a Guy

SEO is Like Dating and Nice Guys Finish Last

The first version is the one that I originally wrote on here many moons ago.

The second version is a condensed version I did a couple weeks ago.

I would have thought the second version would be getting more reads than it is, simply because people (apparently) like reading things that are shorter. And, compared with the original, that’s pretty short.

On the other hand, the original does mention stuff like “naked women” so, you know, it might be getting views from people looking for something else entirely.

Think a wink…

Maybe think pink.

Think for a wink…

But don’t think of a stink.

And when you think

Don’t blink!

You might drop something in the sink!

Think at the skating rink

If you don’t break a link.

Stop for a drink,

Because all that you think,

Might make you need a drink.

Wink wink.

Away from your thoughts, don’t shrink.

If you shrink and blink, what you think may end up in the sink.

Or you’ll find the missing link.

What do you think?

Imagine there’s no words here.

It’s an easy thing to do.

Imagine all the words here
aren’t really here at all.

I hope one day you’ll see here,
that there were no words here at all.

Imagine all the words here,
Not being here at all.

Woohoo hoo hoohoo.
Imagine all the words here,
being nothing much at all.

Imagine there’s no words here.
I wonder if you can.

Imagine there’s no words here,
filling up this page.

Woohoo hoo hoohoo.

…and you are getting very sleepy.

And, for that, you can blame Teeni, who thought I was making hypnotizing blog posts.

This is a blog.

A blog about something.

Probably nothing.

You are getting sleepy.

Time to set up your teepee.

And your eyes a bit weepy.

Why so glum?

Why so dreary?

Why so weepy on a drum reverie?

This is a blog.

And you’re feeling sleepy.

There’s nothing creepy.

Just a whirlwind, you see.

A blog about something.

Sometimes about nothing.

An awesome thing.

Sleepier and sleepier,
barely awake.
Dreamier and dreamier,
it’s all fake.

But, what matters most
Is sometimes what matters least.

And the most important thing
Is that which you’ve overlooked.

Again and again.

Once again.

One more time.

This is a blog…

…and you are getting sleepy.

So very very.

So very very.

So very very…

…sleepy.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Imagine something witty here.

This line too.

Imagine that the wittiness continued down here as well.

And here too.

Imagine that this was the most awesome blog post you have ever read.

Imagine that it was so astounding you can hardly believe how awesome it was.

Really. The awesomeness was beyond your capacity to experience awesomeness.

Awesome can’t begin to describe the awesomeness of this post.

That’s how you should imagine and remember this post. As. Pure. Awesomeness.

When you look back years from now, and remember this post, it will be with the sense that it was the most awesome post you have ever read in your entire life.

Just don’t look this post up again. You’ll only be let down. It can never live up to your own imagination and memories.

Just remember it for the pure, unmitigated piece of awesomeness that it was.

Awesomeness.

Imagine.

Remember.

Hold fast to the thought of that awesomeness. Whenever you’re feeling down, just reflect on how awesome you imagined this post to be. Awesome. Behold, the vast awesomeness of this post as reflected in your own imagination!

Dream.

Dream, per chance to dream, of awesomeness such as you have never been able to imagine awesomeness before. That’s the extent to which you will imagine the awesomeness of this post.

As truly extraordinary.

Beyond comparison.

Awesome.

Truly, truly awesome.

Wow.

Thanks.