Strapping

Again, no one got all of them, though you got most of them. And Sally picked up on the one that everyone else missed, so I know it wasn't impossible (like the whisk). I thought it was interesting how many people thought I did something very tricky, like change the contrast slightly or make one picture 7 pixels smaller than the other. Even I am not that lame. Ten things!

1. The dog's tail is uncurled

2. The reflection of the motorcyclist in the rear view mirror is flipped

3. The street lines are missing (the yellow and white lines counted as one thing!)

4. The truck's license plate is changed

5. The "HONDA" is missing off the back of the motorcycle (J was very proud that he removed the reflection, also)

6. The dog's collar color

7. The rectangle (handle?) on the truck bed has been photoshopped away

8. There is an extra bolt in the back of the motorcyclist's seat

9. The street lamp is missing (near the left rear view mirror on the motorcycle)

10. And finally, the bag strap is gone (check out his right sock)

This one was fun to do. J got into this challenge and did all the actual photoshopping with a little direction from me.

After a nice warm spell, it froze over again last night, leaving approximately an eighth of an inch of solid ice over my entire car. The kind that takes serious muscle to remove. As I was balancing on a slippery snow bank, falling over the roof of the car so I could get a proper angle for removing a layer of the glacier attached to the windshield, I thought about how easy it was to take the subway everywhere in New York or to climb on the bus outside my door. That feeling lasted exactly the amount of time it took me to climb inside the warm car and drive past all the people huddled up at the bus stop. Suckers!

On the radio this morning people were calling in to talk about things they were "too old for" now (bikinis, concerts, saying "dude," shopping malls, etc.) I think I am too old for MTV. I mean, I really should not get excited to watch new episodes of "Sweet 16" and should not watch entire episodes of "Juvies" and "Engaged and Underage." It's embarrassing. I will even admit that I have been keeping up with "The Real World," due in no small part the the fact that they replay episodes approximately 50 times a week. (Which means if you flip over to MTV for 2 minutes several times over the course of a few days, you will end up watching entire episodes. Twice.) There is also my morbid curiosity about them being in my town and watching them do stupid things like go to Monarck repeatedly or get lost trying to find a nail salon. But surely there is someone out there who is also watching and can tell me definitively whether Brooke's "sprained ankle" keeps switching feet. Because I think it does.

I highly recommend these robot valentines if you need a little something to give your lust object tomorrow.