If you’ve been to my Flickr stream, you’ll see that I put up most of my photos under Creative Commons sharing allowances. As long as you attribute who took the photo, I’m usually cool with the use. Well, Cajsa Lilliehook added a plurk tonight, talking about some of the…interesting…uses her own photos have been put to. Someone apparently illustrated an article on food spots in Palos Verdes, Calif. with a photo of a kale burrito she took one time.
That made me wonder where my own photos have been to, so I Googled “photo by Harper Ganesvoort”, and this is what I’ve found:
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Falling to his knees, the petitioner stretched out his arms and sent his voiceless plea to the skies, sending forth his plea to the goddesses with all his soul.
He soon got his answer.
“You interrupted our meditations for that???“ the goddess shouted, her face enraged at the petitioner’s impertinence. The walls of the temple trembled from the volume of the creature’s voice, while the man on the bolster before her cringed.
The goddess’ sister circled around to the fool’s backside, a sword of light materializing in her glowing hands. “You know that greater men than you have died at our hands for lesser sins than this.”
“But, gracious ladies,” the wretch burbled, arms outstretched, “I did not mean to offend!”
“And yet you did,” the goddess hissed. “And so you shall pay for what you have done.” She stretched forth a glowing hand, and the glow surrounded the poor fellow, who screamed and writhed — and then seemed to condense and curdle into himself. A flash of light, and then, where he had knelt, a silver platter rested, filled with a pile of a strange yellow substance.
The goddess picked the platter up and smiled grimly. “That should make the idiot happy. He did ask me to make him a plate of scrambled eggs, after all.”
Harper and Jem wear the Amina gacha outfit from Luas, and Singapore boots from KC Couture. Harper’s hair: no.match_no.sleep; Azoury Secret collar. Jem’s hair: Letituier Budha; Zibska Varushka collar. Conan’s outfit: T. E. D. Tuilo. All skins by Plastik (Constella/Constus series, various shades).
Waiting for the bus.
Where is the bus?
The bus is late.
Waiting for the bus in the rain.
(in the rain)
When the bus come?
Where the bus at?
Got my bus pass.
Bus is much better than a train.
(than a train)….
If you want to hear this, watch the video below. Sadly, Conan didn’t want to learn about it; he seems to be a touch bored….
Once in a while, you catch the numbers just right….
Why, oh why, didn’t I put on a frackin’ watch when I got dressed for that date? And, of course, I never asked him for the time, either…until fifteen minutes before I was supposed to report for shift.
Thank the gods I did that much, at least. Otherwise, I’d be beaming up from right there in the restaurant. Oh, wouldn’t that be great for the career! This is bad enough as it is; not only am I on duty for the next four hours in high heels, but I swear I heard someone call me “Lieutenant Cinderella” as I shot through the tram station outside the command center….
I recently took a photo in Terra Egypta region; and then a local archaeologist clued me in on something that I need to share with you.