Sdtrk: ‘Zwei Verliebten zieh’n durch Europa’ by France Gall
Just a wee heads-up: although I’m not going to bitch about the Woodward Dream Cruise, as I’ve already done it before, those of us here at Deafening silence Plus are avoiding that annual local classic car culture non-event by staying indoors the entire week-end. I mean, more so than usual. But that means I’ve been busy 1) writing about DolLApalooza 2013, and 2) taking photos of the rubber troublemakers who I live with, so it’s a win-win-win… err, win situation? Sure, we’ll go with that.
Yesterday, I snapped pics of Elena from 2pm to about 6pm, then we had a break while I bought sushi dinner from my local, then the shoot resumed with Extra Added Sidore from eight that eve until a wee bit after midnight. We didn’t get in as many photos as I would’ve liked, as I’ve discovered that I may need to purchase a new tripod sometime soon, as the fitting (or whatever the hell it’s called) for the hot shoe is cracking. However, with just under 150 pics taken, I’d like to think we made some magic. *cheesy grin*
As regards to the DolLApalooza summary, I’ve completed the first part, and am busy writing the second. Well, I would be, were I not writing this post and mucking about with my wife and mistress. Nevertheless, look for them relatively soon! That’s the Deafening silence Plus definition of ‘soon’, of course.
While you’re eagerly awaiting them, why not read a new interview helmed by all-round cool person Danielle Boachié that we did back in June? Tea Time with Davecat: Shouting to Hear the Echoes (Part One). Leave a comment or two on her blog, so she knows there’s a clamour for the second half!
And were you aware that the fantastic-yet-possibly-seizure-inducing Robot Restaurant in Shinjuku, Japan, now has an English version of their website? It’s true. Now all they need to do is open a branch to the Tri-county area of Michigan, and we’ll be sound as a pound! Really, if there’s any place that needs someone with Google Glass to pay it a visit, it’s that joint
I, for one, welcome our gaudily-dressed, oversized Gynoid overlords.
Well, overladies
