Please, make it stop

Not the voice in my head. I have a recycled shelf-list card in front of me. Well, to the left of the keyboard. It is a list.

IMAGE (FRONT & BACK)
COLOR
TEXT ON FRONT
TEXT ON BACK
TEXT COLOR
IMAGE DESCRIPTION
LOCATION IN COLLECTION
TITLE
SIZE
ACQUIRED (WHERE AND WHEN)

Those of you who wallow (suffer?) in the same morass as I do might recognize the crude beginnings of some metadata schema. You see Dear Reader, I have a lot of t-shirts. (Go ahead and say it. Or at least think it!) Concerts t-shirts. Special Olympics t-shirts from 15 years of coaching, and from all over the world. Baseball t-shirts. Hockey t-shirts. Alternative Tectacles t-shirts. The list does go on. And that gives me an idea: a GENRE field. I have considered this project before. And I am still only considering it. But...

You know you want to

Flash. Glare. Bummer for viewers. An inkling is all that is allowed. Halloween Eve. Payday Eve. Traditions abound. Well, not really abound. Maybe simply exist. A preview for you Dear Reader. Not an afterthought. Payday cheesecake. Caramel apple cheesecake. Are you hearing me? The usual time. The usual place. Incidentally? (Apologies for the capitalization. I just couldn't bring myself to do it).

And in this corner...

Should I have used a colon instead of an ellipsis? Can it even be a digression if I have not begun? It's not even in a corner. It's in the sidebar. On the sidebar? Contained within...? Ooops. Another ellipsis squeaked by almost unnoticed. That's my story anyway. License and registration please. Yes, the chase is over. It has been cut to. I have added a new link. Snugly below incidentally (where all things should be snuggled) and resting upon the typo of the day (any day, pick a day) you will find it. I had no idea. Nor should I have had.

The Shot

There was a regional volleyball and soccer tournament yesterday. I coach neither. I was there because Susie coaches a Benton County volleyball team, and there were two Eugene soccer teams. The camera was my primary companion. Flitting about. Hither and yon. And back again. Then forth. It was a long day. I have attended this tournament before. A pair of eyes, a trio really. Just to watch and enjoy. I took some good pictures. Good by comparison to one really spectacular shot. As soon as the shutter snapped I knew I had caught something special. Lightning in a bottle. With a child-proof cap. And then I ducked.