Flickr finally does prints! I love Shutterfly, and it’s what I have used for all my photo printing (I still believe outsourcing does a better job than home printing). But it’s probably about time they had some competition, especially in the price arena. I like Flickr’s cheaper prices and the fact they can print weird (read: Holga) sizes. So though I probably won’t be able to use Flickr’s printing feature for a lot of my own photos for a while–since I have always deliberately uploaded smaller sizes–it will certainly be nice for printing favorites. I have a feeling I’ll still be using Shutterfly for most of my own photo printing. I noticed Shutterfly clued in to some of the cool features about Flickr and recently began offering “Collections,” which you’ll notice is a lot like Flickr sets.

So far my istockphoto score for the week is one for one. This one was rejected, and this one was accepted. I should have enough money for a new camera in about, oh, twelve years.

I had what you might call another little errr, freakout on Tuesday night, around 1:30 in the morning. I had been trying (and failing) to fall asleep for several hours through Saige’s moaning routine, this thing she does when she’s not really awake or completely asleep, but makes this very low and throaty noise that’s perfectly amplified through the heating vents. It’s just low and deep enough that earplugs don’t even begin to cover it up. She’ll do this about every fifteen or twenty minutes for a while–timed literally just about to the second that you start to drift off. That was the most frustrating thing about it. Interestingly, my screams of “I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!” didn’t wake her up. I think, you know, this came just a little too soon after the massive sleep deprivation that came with the bladder infection, which I haven’t really recovered from yet.

The next day, after two crummy hours of sleep, I began the rounds of calling shrinks in town. Bruce had taken the girls out to the park, and I had just hung up the phone when I heard the girls having a fit. “Ok, I guess this is it, I have finally lost my mind. Now I’m hearing things. I am hearing the twins screaming and they’re not even here,” I thought. It was very clear, and I’m thinking Jesus Christ, I need to put these shrinks on speed-dial. Finally I noticed that the sound seemed to be coming from my purse. I had forgotten my tape recorder was in my purse, and the play button had gotten smashed against my wallet.

You’re probably wondering why I might have a tape recording of my kids having a tantrum, and the answer is two-fold: one, it will make a great soundtrack before they leave for their proms, and two, it’s the best birth-control there is.

Oh! I forgot to mention the halloween costumes. The girls would rather die than wear funny things on their heads, backs, fronts or ANYWHERE, which kind of eliminates most costumes.* Most people don’t seem to believe me when I tell them that my kids aren’t into the whole Halloween thing, at least not yet. I think people must assume I am secretly religious or something. Newsflash: Halloween is about weird and scary, and they DON’T LIKE weird and scary. So I got them some black shirts and some orange pants and those are their costumes. They are going out as twins. I think that’s scary enough.

* Weren’t really into it last year either. Here’s last year’s “costumes.”

* * * * * * * * * *
No comment. Seriously.
Netflix History Analyzer - a cool tool that tells you if your Netflix subscription is really worth it (I just signed up, by the way).
You Know What? Just Shut Up
Memry - Flickr-based memory game
Raaaaaaaargh