Thursday, November 30, 2006

NaBloPoMo Reflections

I stumbled across the NaBloPoMo event by hitting the random blog button in Blogger. Someone had just joined and was discussing the month-long event. It was almost midnight on Halloween when I read about it and I contemplated it on my own, but didn’t decide to do it until after discussing it with KBezzie via MSN Messenger. By the time I figured I’d give it a try, it was well after midnight. KBezzie helped me out. She’s a time zone behind me so she sent an email entering my url before midnight.

Throughout November I’ve used the NaBloPoMo Randomizer to scope out other participants’ blogs. All are very interesting and it was fun to see how many people had actually kept up with posting every day. Some hadn’t, but a lot had. I even received at least two comments from other participants who found my blog via the randomizer and felt my blog was interesting enough to leave a comment. I, too, did this with a couple of blogs.

Keeping up with my Stat Counter, I saw that I got a lot more hits. A majority of these hits came from either the NaBloPoMo Randomizer or from Google searches. Because I’ve been blogging daily, there’s a lot of content on this blog thus increasing the number of Google search hits.

So, I didn’t make any blog friends through this program, but it was fun to participate in something larger than the community I belong to. I felt like I belonged to the community of NaBloPoMo-ers who all were simultaneously blazing the daily blogging trail.

If NaBloPoMo happens again next year, count me in.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Book Review: Things You Should Know: A Collection of Stories by A. M. Homes

thingsyoushouldknow

My favorite thing about this book is the badger/penguin on the cover. The stories weren’t great. Most of them tried to go beyond reality, but for me, didn’t go far enough. In the end they just seemed contrived—as if the author was trying too hard to make things work.

A lot of the stories included the raunchy. Now, I’m not an opponent of raunchy, but I want raunchy with a reason. I couldn’t find any reason for the raunchy some of the stories touched. In the end, it seemed like the author used raunchy ‘cause she could.

The story that I came the closest to liking was “Rockets Round the Moon.”

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Things I'll Never Leave Behind

Sorry folks, I'm out of things. What did you expect from a chick who was able to pack everything necessary into her Ford Taurus and move 5,634 miles?

Here's a sneak peek at some noteworthy forthcoming entries:

November 30th: NaBloPoMo ends. Reflections on participating in an event that is larger than PC.
December 1st: My last day of classes. Reflections on writing every day and Writing for Web (W4W). The last daily blog.
December 3rd: Final issue of "Sundays I write Letters" at T-Bud in W4W @ PC and information about my regular blog.
December 4th--16th: Catch me if you can. I'll be wrapping up projects and heading off to critique.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Monday, November 27, 2006

Do You Think It's a Sign?

psychic

Getting into my car after work yesterday I found this wedged in the driver's door. I did a quick check of other cars in the parking lot. There weren't any other flyers wedged into any other doors. I surveyed the ground to see if there were any abandoned flyers. Nope.

Do you think it's a sign? Do you think Virgina felt something coming from my car and strategically placed one of her flyers in my door where she knew I'd see it?

The last line says that I can call for one free question. What should I ask?

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Sundays I Write Letters

RE: GO FORTH

Dear Mom,
I’m glad that you plan to enjoy your day. Congrats on beating KBezzie to the comment.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear KBezzie,
Yes, people are lucky to have in-laws and parents to hang out with and bitch about. I had a delightful Thanksgiving going out to dinner with some friends and making my Christmas cards. No bitchin’ needed.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: THINGS I’LL NEVER LEAVE BEHIND

Dear KBezzie,
I do enjoy that suggestion. It’s true. I believe Ma Mère and I put a roll or two of toiletpaper on board for our road trip. I was under the misconception that there would be outhouses and bushes throughout the Lower 48 like in Alaska and Canada.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
If anyone catches a peep at the many self-portraits I’ve done, they’d think I was egotistical anyway. Of course, maybe I’m just trying to be as cool as Chuck Close. His self-portraits aren’t egotisitcal, they’re just plain fun.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear snoskred,
First, thank you for visiting my blog. Second, thank you for the suggestion because lord knows that there’s a lot that I will leave behind. I can start with my craptacular futon.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: CRISP FALL AND TOOTSIE POPS

Dear Birdie,
Does it still take the same amount of licks to get to the tootsie center with these flavors? No. It takes longer because who’s eager to chomp on some disgusting blue raspberry or green apple candy? No one.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear KBezzie,
I know I didn’t get a star. I couldn’t go back and get a free one. Of course the weird Cartridge World guy offered me two. Who-wee, that guy is weird. He’s one of those people who tells you more than you’d ever care to know.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: IT’S NOT A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

Dear KBezzie,
Last year I would have called her directly, too, because we had all talked about the search. Good luck on this year’s search.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
I checked one more place—no luck. I’ll keep my eyes peeled. Good luck on the search.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: CH-CH-CH-CHECK IT OUT! NO. 07

Dear KBezzie,
I’m diggin’ the tabs. Although, I will admit I’m prone to go down to my task bar to change the window. I haven’t gotten 100% used to the tabs.

And, whew, I wasn’t the only one with a favorites button problem.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: RECURRING DREAMS

Dear Mom,
The recurring dream with the change is all about you. Probably because I own you big money. Haha!

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear KBezzie,
I can’t believe you have jogging dreams, too. How weird is that? Are you enjoying the jog in your dreams? Because, I am. It’s funny that you’re still dreaming of Palmer wind.

Sincerely,
T-Bud

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Recurring Dreams

There are a few recurring dreams I have. Finding coins and being extremely late were standards for quite some time. I don't know if I've had a coin dream recently and I've probably had the late dream since I've moved to Atlanta.

I have a new one: I'm jogging. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not a jogger, runner, whatever. I'm a walker. Sure, I've contemplated giving jogging a try, but every time I really think about it, I remember how horrible it is. Why I'm jogging in the dream is beyond me, but I am. And it's at a nice, easy pace. I'm not breathing hard; I'm not straining. It's quite enjoyable--if I could be sure that real jogging would be like this dream jogging, I'd for sure take it up. The last jogging dream I had was a couple of nights ago. The only variance in this one is that there was an elderly woman on the sidewalk that was in my way (I'll call this a symbol of Ma Mère. Haha! I kid because I kare!).

Anyone care to guess what it means?

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Friday, November 24, 2006

Ch-Ch-Ch-Check it out! No. 07

Alright, folks, this isn't about three websites. It's about Internet Explorer. A few days ago, my computer prompted me to download the latest version of this program. "Oh alright," I sighed clicking the "Download Now" button.

Oh sweet heaven! Have they been spying on me? Because this version is pretty much what I've been needing. It's as if they were like, "T-Bud, we've noticed your Internet habits and we want to make it easier for you," way before I even knew that my Internet experience could be improved.

At first it wasn't happy. I couldn't find my favorites. A little "Help" research led me to the bright star button on the left side of the tool bar. Then, I discovered the tabs. If you like to have multiple pages open at one time because you're like me and don't think linearly anymore, then you'll notice that your task bar gets a little cluttered (sorry Mac users, I'm not really talking to you). These Internet Explorer tabs are different windows. All while only having one window showing on the task bar. My only complaint is that when I click on a link that opens a new window, it doesn't start a new tab, it opens a new window on the task bar. Beggars can't be choosers.

Here's a screen shot:

Screenshot

Notice that I have three websites open but only one Internet Explorer window on my task bar.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Thursday, November 23, 2006

It's NOT a Christmas Miracle.

For a very long time Ma Mère has been collecting the M&M Holiday tins that come out every year. There is a Peanut and Plain tin. By now she's got a whole M&M village and us kids have to shake half a dozen of these tins to figure out which one she's got her chocolate stash in. For the past couple of years she's been having some trouble finding the peanut tin. Last year, we all had trouble finding the peanut tin. It was shortly before Christmas when I participated in the search. I figured being in a huge city, some big box store was going to have it--Wal-Mart, Target. Nope.

After waiting 3 hours for my car yesterday, I had to do some shopping so I decided to start the search early. Everyone knows that Christmas items have been on store shelves since Halloween, but everyone also knows that no one has really started to buy it. I envisioned me excitedly dialing my older sister in the store, "Hey, do you know if Ma Mère has her peanut tin yet?" Or, calling Ma Mère directly.

Well, folks, my dream did not come true. Can you believe it? One Wal-Mart and one Target do not have these tins. Oh sure, Target has their special Target edition M&M jars, but no tins.

It's not a Christmas Miracle.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Crisp Fall and Tootsie Pops

I had you all fooled that perahps I forgot to post today. There was no midnight posting. That's because I went to bed super-early last night. I wasn't feeling well (mentally) and I had to get up super-early this morning. So, I went to bed at 10pm. I awoke in the middle of the night and checked the time. It was 2am and I thought, "Hmm...I'm usually just going to bed right now."

Yesterday was a beautiful day. It's chilly here in the great state of Georgia. I had to drop off some ink cartridges off at Cartridge World to be filled. Because it's only really a couple of blocks away, I walked. I was able to walk in jeans, my fleece jacket, and my red "T" hat without getting sweaty. The only time I was uncomfortable was when I went inside. At Cartridge World, I got a free Tootsie Pop. Instead of choosing a color I like (red or orange) I was attracted to the color of this wrapper.

tootsiepop

When the hell did Tootsie Pop start making Blue Raspberry? Gross. I ate it anyway, though. I had no chocolate in the apartment.

Oh, and if you're wondering, I had to get up early today in order to take my car into the dealership for its oil change. Of course I was roped into the 60,000 mile maintenance package. $324. I probably have "sucker" written on my forhead. BUT, to my defense, I did make them knock about $200 of stuff I know I didn't need. Screw you, mechanics, I can buy my own air filter and change it free of charges for labor. And, I have to say I was displeased with the fact that if they did indeed put more coolant into my car, they didn't put a whole lot--and I even asked for it.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Things I'll Never Leave Behind

Oye. I'm getting tired of this series. I'm still going strong as far as blogging every day goes, but I'm running out of things I'll never leave behind. It's getting harder and harder to think of something--and then I wonder if I have that many things that are worthy of always having with me.

With that said, I present to you this:

Collage Self Portrait

Nope. I do not have this 19x24" collage self portrait with me. The portrait is representative of myself. T-Bud is one thing that I'll never leave behind. Geez, this should have been the first thing in this series.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Monday, November 20, 2006

Go Forth

enjoyday

Quite a few encounters with people on Sunday left me asking, "Do these people have no joy in their lives? Is there nothing that brings them joy?" They just gave off that vibe. It was Sunday. Lordy. I can tell you what I'd be doing with my Sunday if I wasn't occupied: I'd buy me a newspaper and read the funnies and ads thoroughly and skim the rest. I'd hang out in my pajamas until 11am. I'd have waffles or pancakes for breakfast. Maybe I'd listen to those Sunday morning NPR shows I used to. Or, I'd listen to the bitchin' Sunday morning show on an Atlanta rock station. Maybe I'd run a few errands. Do a little laundry for the new week. Write in my journal. Write a story. Write. One thing's for sure, if I wasn't occupied, I'd be taking time to enjoy my day.

Go forth and enjoy your days.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Sundays I Write Letters

RE: CH-CH-CH-CHECK IT OUT! NO. 05

Dear Ween,
Thank you for visiting my blog. I'm sure your Christmas gift recipients will be thankful that you visited my blog, too, once they receive their Turd Twisters.

Please tell them to exercise caution when using. If something goes wrong and medical treatment is needed, that's a tough one to explain. The "one-in-a-million-shot, doc" excuse won't work.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: SUNDAYS I WRITE LETTERS

Dear KBezzie,
I don’t know why you have to pee on innocent non-breeders. Geez, leave them alone. I guess I’ll have to be the happy breeder who defends them (because by the time you’re old, I’ll be a breeder).

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
You’d think KBezzie is getting old already with her grouchiness, huh? I guess the whole red and purple thing is a question for her.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: PEEPING AT T-BUD

Dear Birdie,
I figured if anything you’d be peeping at your cat. I have to tell you that I changed my background. I now have Lazy Mountain on my screen. Hey, what a coincidence: Lazy Mountain and Pig is a lazy cat.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear KBezzie,
Very good observation (about Pig). And, I must correct one thing: I don’t get hot easy. The fan is for my computer—it get’s hot easy.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
I think if anything I will give away my picnic table. I can’t imagine charging anyone for something I paid a whole $15 for and used for two years. Do you want it?

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: THINGS I’LL NEVER LEAVE BEHIND

Dear KBezzie,
You know you love the attention your Nippon shirt and your nipples bring you. No joke.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
I think you probably do remember that box. Some Hello Kitty dolls came in it. And Johannes's cat with the removable eyes—Johannes still had that cat when I left.

I am full of the devil. Don’t you know it. Be happy that I just have a couple of weird devil things and I have yet to get a devil tatt.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: FINAL EXAM BOB

Dear Nik Budnik,
Thank you.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear KBezzie,
Nik Budnik educated me about blunt bobs when I got that haircut awhile ago. She says blunt bobs are hard because they have to be very exact. Other than that, I don’t know. This is supposed to be a graduated bob.

The chin cutting does make the experience. Unfortunately, I’m asking myself if I should stop opting for the “better story.” One time it really was a mistake and I can't help wondering if I'm missing out on something genuinely good.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
Your self-haircuts scare me. I don’t think I could ever do it.

Oh, there’s one thing I haven’t told you. I AM a model. Oops! Forgot to mention that one. Thank you for the compliment.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: DEAR SWEET JESUS!

Dear KBezzie,
I’m glad you enjoyed the link. I saw it and was like, how can I not inform KBezzie about this. Perhaps your calling is to write about this topic?

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
Don’t freak out. I sent KBezzie a link about having a tightwad Christmas. KBezzie, being a tightwad, I knew would be interested. Don’t worry, you’re always kept in the loop about everything that is important and relevant.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: CH-CH-CH-CHECK IT OUT! NO. 06

Dear KBezzie,
I didn’t recognize a whole lot of names. But, my PE/Health instructor is still there. THANK GOODNESS! Haha.

Um, I’m pretty sure that my Nanook could kick your UNC Bear ass. You wanna know why? Because Nanooks are superior. Plain and simple.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
You should write a memoir about a nonexistent education. Make your reader ponder if you ever really got an education if your school doesn’t exist. Oh, high school is pretty nonproductive. It’s because you still live with your parents, can’t make your own decisions, and pretty much don’t know anything. Can I trade my 4 years of high school in for 4 years later in my life?

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: BOOK REVIEW

Dear KBezzie,
First, you ARE a genius. Second, it is late, but those pieces are really only my favorites because the authors’ names are similar to mine. I like anyone with the first name of “Theresa.”

Sincerely,
T-Bud
P.S. I kid because I kare. I really worry about people with the name “Theresa.” I’m afraid they’ll give us Theresas a bad name.


Dear Mom,
What time is it there? I forgot to push back the clock in my car. Now I have to subtract an hour to know what time it is in Alaska. What are you saying about the books I read? If you got a problem with it, we can take it outside and settle it my way.

Sincerely,
T-Bud

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Book Review: The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2003 Edited by Dave Eggers

nonrequiredreading


Finalement! An excellent book. This really is worth reading. There’s great stuff in it. Weird stuff. Stuff you don’t get to read anywhere and stuff that everyone else raises an eyebrow to and says, “I don’t get it.” It isn’t all short fiction. There are personal essays, journalistic pieces, and even a comic. Is it any surprise that David Sedaris has a piece in here? Unfortunately, I had already read his “Rooster at the Hitchin’ Post”—it’s in one of his collections.

My dad calls a bacon and egg breakfast a “Rib Sticker” because it’s a meal that sticks with you. Perhaps I can call this collection a “Brain Sticker” because it’s going to be with me for a while.

My favorites: “The Littlest Hitler” by Ryan Boudinot; “Visiting Hours” by Judy Budnitz (who grew up in the ATL--chick-a-chick-a-wha); “A Primer for the Punctuation of Heart Disease” by Jonathan Safran Foer; and “How to Write Suspense” by James Pinkerton.

Enjoy!
T. Budnik

P.S. For all of my nonexistent fellow classmate-bloggers, this is not the article I am writing for the magazine project despite the fact that it is the same topic.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Ch-Ch-Ch-Check it out! No. 06

Since I was 5 I've been a student full-time. It's only now that I'm going to school year-round that I've been able to work a single job for an entire year (before the closest I came was being on leave without pay--LWOP--while I was in school). In honor of my student status, I give to you my alma maters. Sorry Portfolio Center, I'm just not done with you yet.

Palmer High School

I'm sad to see that my favorite English teacher isn't listed on the staff page. But, Wolfgang Winter is. If I remember correctly he was cool enough to call me down to his office during my Spanish class simply because I wanted to. Check out that photo of the school. Those mountains are all real, baby! There's no photoshop in those. Damn, I miss the mountains.


University of Alaska Fairbanks

U-A-F--NANOOKS! U-A-F--NANOOKS! Not much interesting to say about this. Fairbanks is a cold town. Hockey games are fun. And, watch out for that English Department.


Academy of Art University

When I started, it was just a college. This was probably the best damn thing that happened to me during my undergraduate years. I earned a "Foundations in Advertising Online Award of Completion" from this school. I kid you not, that's what it's called. Basically, I took four courses (spread over the course of two summers and my senior year of college) that introduced me to advertising and needed skills . I love, love, love the fact that I did this all online. They were damn good classes, too. From my AAU instructors I received a whole hell of a lot more attention than from instructors I've sat in the same room with for three hours a week. And, for everyone who complains about high tuition, try shelling out $1500 for one (1) class.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Dear Sweet Jesus!

Next Wednesday: The day no one wants to do anything because
Next Thursday: Thanksgiving.
Next Wednesday and Thursday: No school, no meetings (hopefully), and no work.
Next Wednesday and Thursday: Sweet, sweet nothingness.

I know, I know I signed up to go to school full-time and work part-time and I do enjoy being this busy, but a person has to enjoy a day off. Besides, I'm going to try to get my car in for an oil change on Wednesday and shop for Christmas card supplies (and it's not like I'm NOT going to do any work for school). On Thursday, I'll be putting those supplies to use. Thanksgiving really is just a weekend to get all of the Christmas stuff out anyway.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Final Exam Bob

Final Bob

Here it is: the final exam bob. The woman was really nervous. She cut me with the scissors. I felt a pinch on my neck/jaw and figured it was just a pinch. When I came home, I was cleaning off a bit of the hair that was still on me and noticed a small dried drop of blood. Nope, not a pinch, but a small cut.

It was a free haircut. I've already been complimented. What do I have to complain about?

Oh! A coloring student asked me if I'd be a model for his final. In a week or so I may get free highlights!

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Things I'll Never Leave Behind

Japanese Devil


Mon frère, who spent a couple of years in Japan, sent this little gem in a care package to my family. Thankfully, I was able to claim it. Johannes got the cat with changable eyes.

I guess the devil is supposed to scare away bad spirits. It lived for a very short time in the back window of my parents' sweet, sweet Escort. Then, it hung in my dorm room where it frightened visitors until I explained it. Now it resides on my wall next to my desk.

It'll probably follow me to any new destinations.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Monday, November 13, 2006

Peeping at T-Bud

desk

Inspired by mon frère, Johannes who has posted a picture of his dorm room, I've decided to post a picture of my "desk." As most of you know, I use a portable picnic table for a desk that I bought at Sports Authority for $15. It's been a damn good desk for an entire year and I won't be upset when I ditch it when I move.

I love seeing photos like this. I love looking at little details and coming to conclusions about the person who belongs to the space. Be my guest and draw some conclusions about me.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Sundays I Write Letters

RE: SUNDAYS I WRITE LETTERS

Dear Mom,
Congratulations on beating KBezzie to the comment. Walking is a big city thing because generally there’s good public transportation. Although you can hop on a bus or train, you still have to get to a stop or station. And to grocery shop, you roll a cart down the sidewalk.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear KBezzie,
Those of us without children do define those of you with children solely on your kids. Haha. Oh, I kid because I kare.

I’m proud to be a single non-breeder. That’s my status on “MySpace.”

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: NABLOPOMO

Dear Mom,
I do sleep. My sleep has been pushed back by a couple of hours due to my work schedule and the fact that about 6 days a week I do not need to be up before, well, noon. (I get up around 8am.)

Congratulations once again.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear KBezzie,
You are the first participant in NoBloCoMoMo. I like saying that.

I did not create the seal. I chose it from the NaBloPoMo website. I chose it based on the fact that it looks like a Nanook. Are you aware that they are no longer the “UAF Nanooks?” The are officially the “Alaska Nanooks” because UAF wants to claim all collegiate sports for the state. I told Birdie she should consider transferring.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: THINGS I’LL NEVER LEAVE BEHIND

Dear Birdie,
I’m glad that you’re not a liar, because then your pants would be on fire. I know that you were always jealous of Aunty Flabby. You created a bond with Pig only to mimic the bond Spider and I had.

Pig’s a good cat, nonetheless.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Birdie,
You corrected that before I could pull out my red pen.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear KBezzie,
Congratulations. I knew that someone was going to mention that she slept on my butt. So what? Do we need to discuss what Springs does to you at night?

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
I know she was getting old. Don’t encourage KBezzie. She’ll want to eat Pig.

I hope you had a good day at work.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear KBezzie,
That would be dishonoring the furry dead. When you're old and peeing on things, I will never, ever fault you for it.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: THINGS I’LL NEVER GET TIRED OF HEARING

Dear KBezzie,
That’s double ‘O,’ as in “Ooo-ooo-ah-ah.”

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
You can be Gammy.

Don’t ask me about the blood disorder. I’ve only repeated what I’ve been told. Sometimes I wonder if people are doing to me what I enjoy doing to them—leading them to believe things that aren’t quite true.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: BANANA STICKERS

Dear KBezzie,
I am starting a mental list of these great minds. Soon, I will have enough for a movement or revolution. It’s a pleasure to have you on this list.

Dearest Belita also thinks Bobby Banana is cute. It’s Anthony Apple. I’m so, so sorry.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
You know that my bowl is not a joking matter. If you broke my bowl, I’d be devastated—until I collected enough stickers to make another one.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Melissa,
First, welcome. Thank you for leaving a comment.

Please watch out for those stickers! I wonder how long it takes to digest them—everyone knows that it’s absolutely true that it takes 7 years to digest gum.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: ANTHEM MAGAZINE ONLINE TREATMENT

Dear KBezzie,
We thought about that. We want our magazine to be more of a conversation. Commenting on an article should be more like participating in a dialogue.

Thank you for offering a suggestion on this.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: CH-CH-CH-CHECK IT OUT NO. 05

Dear Mom,
I’m a step ahead of you. Please see Birdie’s comment.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Birdie,
You miss my gifts, no? Who else gives you racy holiday cards? Oh! I miss giving these gifts!

Don’t get a papercut trying to makeout with your paperdoll.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear KBezzie,
You’re Mrs. Depp bag gift to Birdie was pure genius. In Budnik Christmas history it will be right there next to the Old Navy Tech vest Gene gifted me.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: 10AM TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 2006
Dear KBezzie,
Yes, a guilt-tripped comment is better than a spontaneous one (when no one in my class comments).

Sincerely,
T-Bud

Saturday, November 11, 2006

10am Tuesday, November 14, 2006

That's when I'll be getting my haircut. I got a call from the student who cut my hair last time. She seemed a bit frantic. It seems she's taking her final and needs a bob model. I will be that hair model. She went as far as to move around some of her other hair models so that I could be available for the haircut.

Here's the kicker: this is the second time she's taking her final. Am I worried? Nope. She's a student; I'm a student. We all have to help each other out. Maybe one day I'll be desparate and some kind person will help me out. (At least, I'd like to think that by being a hair model I'm being a kind person.)

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Friday, November 10, 2006

Ch-Ch-Ch-Check it out! No. 05

This week’s theme: websites with the potential to make a person laugh.

Turd Twister
When I was in high school and early college, I’d fall asleep listening to Dr. Drew and Adam Corolla’s radioshow, “Loveline.” I’m pretty sure that’s how I heard about this.

Jesus appears on the backside of a beloved pet!
I heard about this one from a co-worker. I have to admit, though, since I’ve witness this miracle, I’ve been looking at a lot of dog butts and they all have Jesus on them.

Gail’s Paper Dolls
Finalement, here’s one I came across when I was trying to find some paper doll reference when I was creating my college graduation announcements. That’s right, folks, you can download Johnny Depp and enjoy him in all his 2-dimensional goodness.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Anthem Magazine Online Treatment

Anthem Magazine Online

DESIGN OBJECTIVE
The objective of Anthem Magazine Online is to provide readers with a more absorbing magazine. The readers will be able to read complete articles and view all of the pictures featured in the current issue. Alongside the articles will be a blog where readers can comment on the article and share information about relevant issues, ideas, events, or art. Anthem Magazine Online will be a community for the readers. They will no longer be readers reading alone. They are reading with other like-minded people, sharing interests and opinions.

CREATIVE TREATMENT
The main page of the magazine will be a directory to the main sections of the magazine: Letter from the Editor, Forward, Features, Style, and Backwards. Links to these sections will be photographs. As each section is chosen, a sub page with more photo links to each article will appear. After clicking onto a particular category, the navigation system becomes a sidebar with smaller photo links to each sub page and remains a sidebar menu within each article.

At the bottom of the articles is a bar that streams recent comments on the article. When the bar is clicked on, it expands to cover half of the screen and displays all of the comments that have been left, along with input boxes for readers to submit their own comments. The comments feature can be minimized back down to the streaming bar. Each article is visually rich and may be published on multiple pages. The comments remain the same on each page of an article.

Text links to the “Letter from the Editor,” “About Anthem,” and “Subscribe” pages will be on every page. Readers will then easily be able to access that information and will not have to search for it.

FORWARD
Spotlights in style, music, art, and film are in the Forward of the magazine. The spotlights are relatively short. They introduce readers to new and unknown artists. The main page of this section is a collage of photo links that direct readers to the mini-articles for each genre. Multiple spotlight articles are placed on one page so readers can compare and contrast.

FEATURES
The main articles of the magazine are in this section. It is the meat of the issue. The main page of this section is a collage of photo links that take readers directly to each article. If the length of the article warrants, readers will have to navigate through two to three pages to read the entire article. It is here where the comments are most important. Feature articles are in-depth stories about style, music, art, film, and photography. The subjects of the articles can focus on socially responsible art or artists, and political art or artists. Here is where the readers will share their comments about the movements in art, their political views, and share ideas or reveal other similar art or artists.

STYLE
Style is visual. The articles in this section are all photographs with text crediting designers. Like the Features section, the main page here is a collage of photo links taking readers directly to individual articles. The blog element here is not as prolific, but is still present so readers can communicate.

BACKWARD
As the Forward’s twin, this section gives information on new events or products. Like the Forward, the main page of this section is photo links directing readers to pages collaged with the mini-articles all dealing with the same genre (such as film, books, art, music, or style). The comments bar will be present.

LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
The letter is accessed from a link on the main page. The purpose of the letter is to share the editor’s perspective with the readers as well as maintain a certain level of authority for the content of the magazine.

CONTACT INFO
This page is accessed through a text link that remains constant on every page of the magazine. It is a simple listing of mailing address and email address.

ABOUT ANTHEM
The page describes Anthem’s mission and gives the nitty gritty about the magazine: who publishes it, who the contributors are, who maintains the site, etc.. “About Anthem” is accessed through a text link that is on every page.

SUBSCRIBE
There are input boxes on this page for readers to enter information to start a subscription or to renew. While new readers will have to access this page through the main page text link, current subscribers can access their information, renew, or change their subscription by clicking on the text link that remains on every page in the magazine.

Banana Stickers

Today I went to the grocery store to buy some fruit for my lunches this weekend. It seems that people sometimes get a kick out of what I eat for lunch when I'm at work, so I’ll tell you. A peanut butter (no jelly) sandwich, a piece of fruit (I prefer peaches, nectarines, and plums), and either a granola bar—“chewy bar” to some of you—or a geedunk. I guess peaches, nectarines, and plums are out of season and I’m not an extreme fan of apples, plus there’s a high rate of getting a ranky apple, so I settled with bananas.

ANYWAY, this was the sticker on one of the bananas.

Bobby Banana

I inspected the other bunches and they all had a sticker of Bobby Banana wearing pilgrim garb in a couple of different poses. What’s up with this, Dole? Chiquita owns banana mascots. I just did some research. It seems this Bobby Banana is part of the 5-A-Day gang. The question I’m left with is this gang of fruit with alliterative names working? Are kids eating their fruits and vegetables?

ANYWAY, ever since I made my fruit bowl, I can’t throw away fruit stickers. On my refrigerator you’ll find a magnetic notepad. There are no notes written, just fruit stickers. Check this out. If only these promotional stickers were used more often. My fruit bowl does include some “The Grinch” movie orange stickers, so that counts for something.

fruit bowl

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Things I’ll Never Get Tired of Hearing

This past weekend a customer told me that he liked my moves. It was pretty funny. I thought to myself, do I like being told this? The answer is, yes. Inspired by that comment I present to you a list of things I’ll never get tired of hearing. These are all things people have told me.

“I like your moves.”
“You have beautiful eyes.”
Any positive comments about my glasses.
“God you have beautiful hands!”
“Where are you from?”
“Are you from the Midwest/Canada? You talk like you are.”
(These last two I like because it gives me the opportunity to tell the person I’m from Alaska which is a way better story than I could ever make up.)
“T. Budnik.”
“T-Bud.”
“T.”
“I’m going to call you T. Bone.”
“We’re having chicken for dinner.” (Chicken, did you say chicken?)
“You’re evil.”

Conversely, there are a couple of things I don’t ever want to hear again and didn’t really want to hear in the first place. Once again, these are all things people have said to me.

“I have your picture on my screensaver.”
“Do I know you?” Oh, a pick up line, I’ll play along.
“You look like my friend who has a blood deficiency, but she’s a bit shorter.” Nope, not a pick up line.
“I’ve got to go change my plumbing.”
Referring to breasts as “sacks of fat hanging from the chest.”
“You don’t intimidate people with your personality. It’s your overbite.”
“I want to write a book on my life.”
“You’re an angel.”

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Things I'll Never Leave Behind

Ah, Tuesday. This week's item:

Spider's Collar

My dead cat's collar. It resides on my rearview mirror. So, it really is something that I never leave behind. Spider was my only cat. She was great. Everyone thinks that cats are fickle--that they never do what you'd like them to do. Spider was different. If she was under one of the beds in my bedroom, I could call her and she would come out. She slept with me every night. Then, one day my sophomore year of college, I checked my email to find a message from my dad. He informed me that they had her put down because she wasn't doing so well. A few days later, I received her collar in the mail.

Here we are the day before I left for college:

Spider and I

I can only hope that any pet I get is as good as she was.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Monday, November 06, 2006

NaBloPoMo

I said I’d be a good sport about writing daily. And I am. I joined National Blog Posting Month.
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Enjoy!
T-Bud

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Sundays I Write Letters

Can I offer you some coffee, hot cocoa, or tea? Well, really I only have hot cocoa and water from the tap. Are you sure you don't want anything? At least have a seat so we can properly chat.

RE: SUNDAYS I WRITE LETTERS

Dear KBezzie,
I must state that if someone is romantically single with children, the proper way to note them as such is “single mother” or “single father.” Anyone who is romantically single without children is “single.”

I generally hate magazine sites if they’re just an accompanying a print version. I need meat to my Internet reading.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
I have not come across many people who craft here in The ATL (chick-a-chick-a-wha). Shoot, there isn’t even a good craft store. The art supply stores kind of crossover into craft stores, but because they are art supply stores, everything is pretty much overpriced. So, I am no longer surprised that we couldn’t find Threads here.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: THE BEST MAIL DAY EVER

Dear KBezzie,
Yes, the chicken come peacock is fantastic.

I generally don’t get bills in the mail. I do everything online. Ah, so much easier.

Williams & Sonoma catalogs are good, no?

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
Such is the life living in a fairly empty nest. To my credit, I changed my mailing address for pretty much everything. I just have to get them to stop sending credit card applications to that address.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: THINGS I’LL NEVER LEAVE BEHIND

Dear KBezzie,
Haha! Now you know how it feels when people talk about things that never happened when you were around or old enough to remember. There’s a whole set of “old place” and early 320 memories that only you big kids have.

Perhaps it’s best you never were around when this devil was made.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Birdie,
Good god! I forgot it was a French-speaking devil. Makes sense because I drew the devil right in the height of my Frenchy-era.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
I do enjoy my wooden devil. He stands at attention to the side of my computer speaker and right next to the polar bear pez dispenser you sent me last Christmas. (The pez dispenser still has candy in it—there’s another keepsake for you.)

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: CHARACTER SKETCH

Dear KBezzie,
Deborah went on strike. Anything for an extra day off.

Don’t be jealous of my Taurus.

Sincerely,
T-bud



RE: I LOVE THIS CEREAL.

Dear KBezzie,

I don’t think they put this kind of cereal into bags. Although I like to save money, who ever said that I like to waste less?

I kid because I kare.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
I like that: I didn’t grow up poor, just enlightened. I don’t think that they put the same cereal into different boxes. Otherwise, the name brand cereal would have had just as many almonds.

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: CH-CH-CH-CHECK IT OUT! NO. 04

Dear Kbezzie,
Yes, what a buttmunch.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
Hey, don’t diss on my bookmarks. I chose three sites that I don’t visit regularly. These were just sites that were getting dusty.

Do you belong to an underground quilting cult?

Sincerely,
T-Bud



RE: THIS TRAFFIC IS MAKING ME CRAZY.

Dear KBezzie,
I will tell it. You know what else makes me crazy? People who drive BMWs, Mercedes, etc., and only go about 25-30mph on Peachtree. The speed limit is 35mph and if there’s no traffic, you can easily go 45mph. Come on, fancy car drivers, don’t make me pass you in my super-sweet Ford Taurus.

You’re gonna have to work the math on that gas problem. I don’t do math problems like that anymore. Not since the English Majors’ Math I took my freshman year.

Sincerely,
T-Bud


Dear Mom,
Here’s the funny thing: you walk to work and you live in Palmer. Walking to work tends to be a big city thing. Not for you.

I sure hope you’re crossing at the light. Arctic can be dangerous. I remember the good ol’ days before they put the light in. Many times I’d make a run for it and hope the motorists going 45mph on the 35mph road would have the courtesy to stop for me or at least slow down.

Sincerely,
T-Bud

Saturday, November 04, 2006

This traffic is making me crazy.

How about this: it took me 40 minutes to get to work on Friday. On good days, it only takes 15-20 minutes. Why did it take this long? Someone thought that it would be a good idea to close Peachtree northbound down to one lane just past Piedmont. At 11:30am.

Holy moo cows. Sometimes I wish there was a winter here and hence construction would cease.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Friday, November 03, 2006

Ch-ch-ch-check it out! No. 04

Happy Friday!

I decided to take a trip down My Favorites Memory Lane and share a couple of the websites I bookmarked over a year ago. This promises to be fun.

Site officiel du musée du Louvre
This one I have titled in my bookmarks as "14th Century." Why? I have no clue. At first I thought that maybe I had bookmarked this page for some research I had to do for my French Literature class my junior year of college. Then I remembered, I didn't have this computer until I was a senior. Perhaps research for an English class? Nope, because since I've had this computer I haven't taken any classes that deal with 14th century literature. And I don't know how this would have helped me if I had. So, enjoy this site with the microscopic type and if I remember why I bookmarked it, I'll let you know.

F(airbanks) N(orth) S(tar) B(orough) Department of Transportation
You'll get to this site if you click on "Fairbanks Bus Schedule" in my favorites. On a side note, for those who don't know what a borough is, it's basically a county, except in Alaska our boroughs aren't as small as ones here. The borough I grew up in was the size of West Virginia. Anyway, check out the schedules. The Red Line will take you to the northern-most mall and the Blue Line will take you to Fred Meyers. Please note the buses stop running around 7 or 8 at night and DO NOT run on Sundays. The design of this site is in true Fairbanks style.

Poems about Drinking
This one is listed by the same name in my favorites. The reason why I have this one bookmarked is because I read these poems at a staff meeting at my former job. It's probably a long story, but I would start out the weekly staff meetings by reading a poem. Kind of a strange thing to do in a legal office, but I was told by a couple of people that it was their favorite part of the meeting. Every once and a while I read original work (not poems). I personally like all the yellow on this site. You can't be yella' about using too much yellow.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Thursday, November 02, 2006

I Love This Cereal.

cereal

My eating habits are a bit strange. I eat in phases. The summers during college I was a yogurt eater. I'd eat it for breakfast. My time in Atlanta started out that way, but I soon turned away from yogurt in order to eat cereal. There was a period of 3 or 4 months when all I ate was Coco Puffs. But, before I even finished the economy-sized bag I had, I decided I was done with Coco Puffs and turned to non-chocolate cereals.

Honey Crisp Medley and Multi Grain Crisp are the best cereals ever. A few weeks ago, I bought the name brand of these cereals because they were in fact cheaper. Gross. The name brand Honey Crisp Medley was supposed to have almonds in it, but I was lucky if I got two almonds in one bowl. Kroger's Honey Crisp Medley's almond population is high.

Some people have problems buying off brand food items. I don't. ('Cause I grew up poor.) And, sometimes, it pays off in nuts.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Character Sketch

I said I wouldn't post the character sketch that I used for my use case, but what can I say, I've got nothing to say today.

Enjoy!
T-Bud

DETROIT TEACHER, 35

Deborah Tuttle works as a high school teacher and has done so for the last thirteen years. She hates every minute of it. The kids bring her down every day. She never wanted to be a teacher in the first place, but what else does a history major do with herself? For the past ten years she’s been trying to get a master’s degree in something so that she can earn more money, but finding the money, time, and, most importantly, the motivation to go back has proven more difficult than any master program would.

She didn’t always live in Detroit. She actually grew up in Rapid City, South Dakota surrounded by dinosaurs, reptiles, and dead presidents carved into a giant blob of granite. When high school graduation rolled around in 1989, she drove off to Capital City, Michigan—Lansing. There she attended Michigan State University, which she had confused with the University of Michigan. Instead of a big ‘M’ emblazoned on sweaters, she got a big ‘S’ and a giant terra cotta Spartan statue in the middle of campus.

That was her first set back. The second was realizing that not everyone who gets a Bachelor of Arts degree in history can work for the History Channel. In fact, they didn’t even call her for an interview when she applied for an administrative assistant job. Not wanting to take this disappointment, Deborah (who, by the way, despises being called “Deb,” “Debbie,” “Little Debbie” or having her name spelled D-e-b-r-a) packed her bags and headed to what she thought was the hippest, happening town in the mid-west: Detroit. Deborah forgot that she had driven through Chicago on her way to Lansing.

GM pisses her off. She hates their factories, she hates their brand, and more than anything, she hates their cars. Every time she passes by the GM plants or a dealership, she raises her middle finger in a salute and shouts, “Fuck you, Detroit!” Deborah drives a Volkswagon Beetle, which just so happens to be her crowning glory. On the dash she has a Mt. Rushmore bobble-head and claims that it’s superior to all other bobble-heads because it has not one nodding head, but four. The Beetle gets Armour Alled once a week and goes to the car wash once a month. The car wash isn’t one of those put-the-quarters-in-and-drive-through deals either. Someone wipes every part of her shiny green Beetle with a cloth.

Deborah belongs to an underground quilting cult. This brings her happiness. These women meet monthly, but also keep up via cyberspace on their quilting blogs. They share patterns, techniques, and pretty much stitch n’ bitch about everything from their husbands to their students.

Ms. Tuttle is single. She had a serious boyfriend once in Rapid City. They kept their relationship up while they were in college, but for some god-forsaken reason, he ran off to Canada to pursue an MFA in Creative Writing. She told him that if he left the country, he was leaving her. He didn’t seem to have a problem with it.

Every Christmas is celebrated back in Rapid City with her parents and her three older brothers. They party it up Rapid City style—decorating the lawn with miniature wire dinosaur sculptures covered in little lights that slowly swing their head back and forth. They go to church on Christmas, the only time Deborah ever does. And, they bake cookies and cakes, eat a lot, and get tipsy on egg nog. This is the highlight of Deborah’s year.

Deborah Tuttle is done with history. She works furiously at not being bitter about the History Channel anymore and wants to do something else. Deborah’s also done with teaching. Her dream is to become a famous quilter. She mastered the Log Cabin way long ago. She’s been working on experimental quilting—bringing in materials other than just the regular cotton or radical polyester some quilters use—like various GM symbols stolen from cars. One day, she wants to have her own art show. She wants her quilts displayed in galleries. She wants to tour universities and give talks about her work. She wants to be on the Today Show. Matt Lauer is her dream man. Al Roker is hilarious. And that hootchie, Meredith Viera should have stayed on The View. She knows that if she was invited to do just a two and a half minute spot on the Today show discussing her quilts, they’d want her. They’d give her a regular spot where she could comment on various movements in folk art across the country and the world. She just knows.