Monday, September 30, 2013

Born to Be Rich

RollsHoodie_8183, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.
You know that song, "Born to Be Wild?" It's a song very much associated with bikers and the those traveling on motorcycle. Let's face it, it's a HOG song (and, by HOG, I do not mean a PIG. Get them straight already!)

Well, just as that song is often associated with bikers and the biker movement, so too is the Rolls hoodie associated with the luxury movement. When you think of a luxury automobile, it's hard *not* to think of a Rolls Royce. Likewise, when you think of a Rolls Royce, it's hard not to think of the hood ornament. They are so close, so intertwined, it's hard to separate them. This silly little silver lady with wings is a symbol of the upper crust, no matter how you slice it.

For some reason, every time I go to the car show, I get really good shots of the Rolls hood ornaments. Now, maybe they just make for good photos (some things do that, you know) or maybe I'm just really all that into Rolls Royce cars (I'm not actually. Don't own one, don't want to own one, think it a bit over the top for my tastes actually) but, somehow, some way, I always end up with at least one (usually more!) really good images of Rolls hood ornaments. Why, oh why can this be?

It's not because I'm all that good of a photographer (if I were that good, I'd have good photographs of *everything* not just these silly hood decorations.) It's not because the hood ornaments are all that photogenic (they are but, time and time again, good photos of a silly ornament? No, something else is afoot here. Another force at work and all. Has to be, don't you think?)

I have decided to resign this to the fact that, instead of being "Born to be Wild!" like the biker song, I'm actually "Born to be Rich." Yup. That's me. Richy rich, the rich witch. Rich, money, ca CHING you will be mine. (OK, so you know I'm really broke but, heck, a girl can dream, can't she? And, heck, while she's dreaming, why not dream BIG, right?) Now, maybe I don't have enough actual money to be qualified as rich just yet but, heck, I'm BORN to be rich. It's bound to come my way soon, right? (Right? Never mind, don't answer that.)

Born to be Rich. Yup. That's me. I can almost hear the music now. It's the sound of coins dropping into my wallet. (ca-CHING!) In the spirit of being, well, almost rich, look for more hood ornaments from the car show to come. And, since this surely means I am slated to win the lottery, hit the jackpot, find out about some rich uncle I never knew before but who has just unfortunately kicked the bucket, or some other such event, please don't act too surprised when it happens....should the money actually come my way and all. You know, you want to at least pretend like we fit into this high society, even if we are sort of stragglers coming in with the riff raff, dragged in by the cat and all. (Stand up straight or something, you know, just in case it should happen in the next few moments.)

Until next time...

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Smile, It's the Texas All British Car Day 2013

RedCarSmiling_8064, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.
There's an old saying, "When it rains, it pours!" And, I'd have to say, today it did just that. (Rain, I mean.) Today, I also had the opportunity to head up to the Texas All British Car Day (TABCD) 2013 for some photographic work.

This event is held every year (once a year) in Round Rock, Texas, at the Old Settler's Park Pavilion (next to the Dell Diamond for those of you who know Round Rock.) It's a celebration of all cars British, featuring car clubs coming together from around Texas to meet up at the park and show off the best of the British buggies. If it's British, chances are, it's there. Everything from the latest in luxury cars to old classics to, well, let's just say some things that might even confuse the Stig himself. If it's British, it's bound to be there. (I think that's there motto or something. Not really sure about that, but if it isn't, heck, it should be.)

Now, I've attended this event before, in years past, in fact I think this is my fifth show if I had to guess. I'd have to say that, up until this year anyway, they've always had the best of weather. When I say "best" I really do mean best. It's always (and I do mean *always*) about 85 degrees and sunny. So, this year, when the weather man said, "Slight chance of showers," I thought to myself, "no way, man! Those British cars never get rained on. Ain't gonna happen, dude!" (And, they don't really. Usually. Well, at least not since most of them left Britain anyway.)

I should have listened to that stupid weather man. Oh, I should have listened. I never should have left my house without an umbrella or at least a plastic bag to cover my camera in case of rain. It rained on my British parade. Heck, it rained so hard, at one point I had to duck under somebody's tent. There I was stuck, next to some MG's, myself along with the rest of the "tent people" wondering when (if?) it was ever going to let up. Geesh! What a soaker, we had. (Damn weather man, when are they ever right like this?)

I did manage to drum up a couple of shots, here and there, featuring some of the British buggies. Posting them to Flickr now and will probably post some of them here for you to see at some point in the future too. Oh, and I'm sure I'll do a Blurb book of all of this at some point, so look for that to come along as well. (I'll send a link out once things are available.)

I have always loved the Austin-Healey Sprite cars (this is one of them) because they look like they are smiling. I love a happy car. I told the lady that owns this car that, heck, I'd love to have a car like this. Imagine having a bad day at work or something, only to come out to the parking lot to find *this.* Yeah, it would so cheer me up, that's for sure. Plants a smile on my face just thinking about that, honestly, it does.

Now, I know somewhere, off in Great Britain land, Jeremy Clarkson, or somebody like him, is cringing. I'm sorry, Dear Jeremy, but this just brought a smile to my face. I know you probably *hate* the sprites, and I know you probably really, really, really hate the idea of putting flower do-dahs on the frog eyes frog eyes, but it made me smile, it made me laugh, and I just *had* to take a photo. (Please, just look away. It's for your own safety, really. Look away....away....Look! Why there's a cow! Or maybe it's just a really slow moving Morris Marina for you to laugh at. Go on, you know you want you go!) Jeremy Clarkson be damned, I just had to take this shot, you know I did.

Look for more cars from the TABCD 2013 car fest to come and, should Jeremy Clarkson (or any of his type) ever happen to stumble upon this I'd have to say I'm sorry sorry...but I had to do it....I just *had* to do it. I can only hope you'll understand. (Please forgive me!)

Until next frog eyed British Buggy with daisy flower petals for eyelashes...

Monday, September 23, 2013

The Heat is...OFF!

TheDLasVegas_0729, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.
It's finally starting to show signs of autumn in Austin. The weather has broken a bit and we are all loving it. I swear, today was quite the most perfect of days in terms of weather. My iPhone told me that there would be "abundant sunshine and a high of 90 degrees." Man, oh man, who doesn't like "abundant sunshine and a high of 90 degrees?" Yeowza! I'm loving it.

We even had some rain this past week. Friday was a textbook "rainy day" and we had rain without storms, hail, or any of the other things that go along with it. Phew! Dodged a bullet on that one and ended up coming out the other side with a nice, soaking, drenching, lawn-watering rain. Rain! Yay, rain!

In other news, it's just about shooting season. Yes, I'm about to start going out again, shooting my way through things. Since it's no so hot, I figure this is a good time to kick off some new photographic projects. Heck, even if it's just an excuse to get me outside, it's a good one, no?

So, outdoors, here I come! Since it's no longer 100 degrees outside, we have lovely light and even a nice little breeze, I'm so looking forward to actually getting out and going somewhere. Maybe a small town, maybe a car show, maybe a here, maybe a there but, somewhere, anywhere. It's bound to happen and, heck, when it does, you know you'll be the first to hear about it. (Well, ok, maybe the second. My camera bag and probably Chase will be the first.)

Outdoors, here I come. The heat is OFF and we're loving it here in the ATX (That's Austin. Austin, Texas, for those of you not in the know.)

Yee-ha! It's nice outside! (Can you feel it too?!?)

Until next time...

Monday, September 09, 2013

Don't Tell Me That!

DontEverSay_0882, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.
Running a popular (OK, even running a not so popular) website has its quirks. For starters, my email often gets overflowed with strange items. Today, in particular was quite a crazy day in terms of strange emails.

For starters, I was notified that I have to go to court in LA tomorrow. Something about a restraining order and a custody hearing for my three daughters. Sounds all well and good (well, maybe not) but, the trouble is, I don't have any kids! I don't live in LA, I don't have three daughters and I don't know why I would need to attend a custody hearing.

To make matters worse, the wife is emailing the husband all of this blah, blah, blah about how he got drunk and pushed her when they were on the Santa Monica Pier. Sounds pretty horrible, but I've not been to the Santa Monica Pier, I've not been pushing anybody around, I don't have kids, and I don't see why I have to be reading all of this. Not when I nicely told them, "I'm not the Carol you're looking for, OK?!?" Geesh, what does it take to get some people to realize their auto reply is not going to the correct place? After four or five, "Hello?!? I'm not the Carol you're looking for!" I usually give up but now there's a court, judge and all involved. I might go to jail over this and, heck, I'm not even involved in any of it. (Daughters? What daughters?)

People also sign up for all kinds of websites with my email. I get email all of the time, "Thank you for signing up for..." Trouble is, I never actually sign up for these things. They just type in some random account information or they got their email address wrong or whatever.

The thing is, it's not just the NSA that's been snooping on us. If you are not careful about how you address email, it might just go to the wrong person. And, should it happen to go to the wrong person, why, you can't expect any amount of privacy. Heck, I'm thinking now about writing a book. I probably could write an entire book, and it'd be pretty funny too, containing all of the crap emails I get.

So, now that you know there might be a book in the works, don't you feel like you don't want to tell me anything? Please?!? Because, like I'm due in court in a matter of hours and I really don't want to face another custody hearing or like drop out of yet again this week, OK? Did I mention the plane tickets? Yeah, somebody once got airline tickets using my email. I *almost* exchanged them but decided I would just be a little bit mean and not tell them their flight was changed (oh, and they had to pay more if they wanted to check a bag. Enjoy the flight to Florida, you idiot aka she who doesn't even know her own email address.)

Mercy me. When will these people ever learn?!?

Until next time...

Sunday, September 08, 2013

Doing Stuff Today

SQueenofHearts_0217, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.
Today, I'm actually doing stuff. Granted, not much, but I have finally upgraded my wireless router. Yes, it's true, Snowflakes, Queen Flake has finally moved into this century as she's now typing this to you coming from a spiffy new Airport Extreme 802.11n wireless router.

Now, you might be thinking, "Eh, so what?"

The router, you see, sets off an entire chain of command in my house. You see, I cannot upgrade the RAID device until I upgrade the computer and I cannot upgrade the computer until I upgrade the router and I could not upgrade the router because the TV might go out and....on and on and on. You get the picture. It's like an entire series of disconnected events has to happen in order for me to finish upgrading everything so that I can get back to shooting again (and not be bothered with all of this pesky IT type of crap.)

Anyway, the first of the upgrades has happened. And, I'm still alive! I'm even on the Internet (of sorts.) Or course, no word yet on if the TV still works. Heck, I shall go try that out next. (Wish me luck!)

But, Internet wireless router upgrade: Check. Sigh. So glad I'm actually starting to make a bit of progress (even if it's only a little bit of progress!)

Until next time...

Tuesday, September 03, 2013

Final, No Make that FIRST Boarding Call

FunkyMural_0939, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.
I'm in a good mood today. Do you want to know why I'm in a good mood today? It has to do with Boeing.

Now, I know that might sound strange but, you see, today British Airways announced they plan to introduce non-stop service from Austin to London, starting on a limited basis in March of 2014 and then, if all goes well, starting daily flights between Austin and London towards the end of 2014. The initial flights, I'm told, will number five per week, until they get the route down, and then it will be daily service.

Daily service from Austin to London? Daily service from Austin to London? I'm so happy I could faint!

You see, when I first moved to Austin, I knew that the airport here was, well, small. And I knew that the city was growing and that, should I happen to want to jaunt off to London or Paris or Brazil or, heck, even to the wilds of New Mexico, I would have to get some kind of connection, somewhere in someplace like, say, Dallas.

Now, I have nothing against Dallas, really I don't. I like Dallas. Dallas is not a bad place. But, please, good people of Dallas, don't be offended when I say this but, I'M SICK OF MOOCHING YOUR AIRPORT. I'm sick of it, OK? I'm just sick of every flight, every single flight I take to anywhere having to either go through Dallas or Houston or, even worse, some other God-forsaken place. UGH! Every time I pack my suitcase, it's like here we go again. Welcome to DFW, no go the fudge home already! Ugh! (Did I mention I hate this? Yeah, I really do.) Not to mention we here in Austin get left out of all those super fabulous airline deals. You know the ones I'm talking about here. "For a limited time only! See Europe for $400! Yeah, let me be the first to burst your bubble (if you didn't already know) but those super "specials," well now, they don't include connecting flights. (And what good is a flight from DFW to London for $400 really if the connecting flight from ATX to DFW is all of $250, not to mention the torture of having to get your luggage, multiple custom stops, and...UGH! Get the picture?)

One day, not so long ago, they announced they were going to upgrade the Austin Airport. Yay! An upgrade! Surely this would mean we would have nonstop service to...somewhere, right? Right? Hello? Anybody there? Bueller? Bueller?!?

Sure, they did wind up upgrading the airport. Now we have really great food. But, the runways? Not so hot. Still kind of small. Still too small to hold a 747 or anything bigger. As the great philosopher Charlie Brown once said, ahem, "RATS!" That's the end of the story, right? No trans-Atlantic flights for me! No trans-anything for the likes of me. Heck, on most days, I count myself lucky if I can even make it up to Dallas and come out with a packet of peanuts.

But now today things have changed. Boeing has announced the newfangled Dreamliner. And, thanks to the newfangled Dreamliner, which can land on shorter runways, gets better gas mileage, has more leg and head room, and so on, today British Airways can announce non-stop service from London to Austin (and back! That's the best part really...the back bit. I mean, it would kind of really suck if you could make it over there and then like got all stuck and all, wouldn't it?)

And this, all of this, is why today I'm in a good mood. Non-stop service from Austin to London. London. LONDON! Hello $400 flights. Goodbye customs in DFW. I'm so over the moon (well, actually, technically speaking over the Atlantic would be more appropriate) I could dance.

London calling. It's London calling. I'm so going to go to London once this starts up. I so want to go back to London. Heck, now I might even be able to make it to London for like a freaking LONG WEEKEND. London. Me. Non-stop service. Oh, I'm a happy camper, let me tell you right now.

LONDON. LONDON. LONDON. Just keep saying it. A bit like "Ohm" only it makes me even happier!

Until next time...