Shirebound's LiveJournal

This is one of my favorite Dork Tower cartoons. Sorry about how blurry the text is, but I think the lovely scanner I found in the recycle bin at work is starting to die. *sigh*

Enjoy, and happy Saturday, everyone!

( Elf! Me! Elf! Me! )

I was going through more old pictures last night, and found one from a Halloween perhaps ten years ago about which I had completely forgotten. Apparently I had shirebunny tendencies long before I ever knew about fan fiction or plot bunnies! Yes, I wore this to work, and out on city streets.

With great silliness I present to you...

( a shirebunny )

Did you folks know that I was the STAR of my fourth grade play, "The Half Pint Cowgirl"? I am rather small now (4'10"), so you can imagine how microscopic I was at 9 years old. But even the smallest person can change the course of the future! Because I shared my sandwich in the play with a hungry Indian girl, the chief became my friend, and they saved me when cattle rustlers tried to tie me up. Eeeee, ruffians! And then we brought the rustlers into town, and all the townsfolk and Indians had a big pow wow. It was such a cute play, and I still have the script.

The photo under the cut is of our entire class/cast, and I'm the teensy STARRING cowgirl right in the middle. This photo from 1965 is badly faded, but sweet cookiefleck helped brighten it up for me. The man on the left was our teacher, and he brought his daughter in to be part of the picture. Amazingly, I still remember the names of about 8 of my classmates after more than 40 years.

( My 15 minutes of fame )

Having a scanner is way cool. I never dreamed I'd be able to share pictures of my past adventures.

Back before fanfic took over my life, and my knees started giving me trouble, I belonged to the Sierra Club and used to go on trips with them whenever I could afford them. At the top of my list, because of my interest in Native American culture and lands, was the Badlands of South Dakota. I wanted to see mountains, Gandalf! prairies and buffalo and wide open spaces. Boy, was this ever the place to go! Except that it rained nearly the whole time. In fact, the trip was cut short by a whole day because it just wouldn't stop raining, and the mud was making the roads impassible. But in between storms, I did manage to snap some memorable pictures.

1996: buffalo and prairie dogs, oh my!

( ten pictures under the cut )

And... that's all the scanning I'll be doing for awhile, since it's taking up all my writing time! I hear hobbits calling me...

I've never owned a scanner, so I don't know much about them. Last week, someone at work put a tiny Canoscan Flatbed Scanner in the 'electronics recycle' box, so I brought it home. There was no installation software CD or instruction manual. It took me two days, but... I taught myself how to use it! I'm so proud of myself. It's a very basic little device, but at least it works. Soo.... here is my first scan ever -- a photo of the dog I grew up with, Twinkles, taken in about 1967. It came out too small, but it's a start.



Oh wow, maybe I can salvage some of these fading 40-year-old pictures after all. I just have to figure out the mysteries of dpi, color, resizing, borders, gif vs. jpeg vs. bmp...

*bounce bounce*