I have a great idea.
I know. I don’t write for months, and then I hit you with, “I have a great idea.” Almost doesn’t seem fair, does it? But this really is a good idea. Really.
Remember the Mood Ring? You probably have one in your jewelry box, or in the sock drawer in that box of junque you keep meaning to sort through. They were all the rage for a while.
Well, my great idea is to revive the mood ring… sort of.
How many of you are familiar with taxi cab roof lights that inform you of the off duty or in service status of each cab? You know… it’s kind of like the little “use other window” sign that the bank teller puts out just as you make it to the head of the queue.
How many of you are familiar with people who use their personal autos for anything and everything other than driving?
Here’s the Great Idea…
Roof lights for every car that discern the attention level, the “mood”, as it were, of the driver, and signal that drivers condition automatically to the light. And rather than using color, like the ill-conceived color coded terror alert system, the roof light could spell it out.
Oh, yeah.
- On The Cell Phone
- Applying Mascara
- Texting
- Changing The CD
- Just Spilled Their Starbucks
- Looking For WIFI
- Dropped Their Cigarette
- Drunk As A Lord
- Just Not Paying Attention
- Almost To Road Rage
- Lost
You get the idea.
That way, those of us who just want to drive defensively have a snowball’s chance in hell of knowing who we are up against.
When some enterprising person grabs this idea and runs with it, don’t forget you heard it here first, and Great Ideas, 2% Net To Me.
Leslie
Yep, you read that right… Leslie Hawes Art on Facebook.
What was I thinking?
Not only that, a second Facebook location for just goofing around…Leslie Hawes on Facebook.
I think I may be losing my mind. I think I need to re-think my thinking. This is all so redundant…redundant. Did I already say that?
I already have a blog, Leslie’s Blog. I have an art blog, Leslie’s Art Blog. I have another art blog, Leslie’s Drawing a Day. I have a Flickr Photostream, which is as good as a blog, but with more pictures. And art on Fine Art America. Not to mention the dogs blog, Black Dog Diaries.
I “follow” a bunch of Blogger blogs, and have over a hundred Flickr “contacts”. I try to be a good citizen and leave comments. I try to answer my emails in a timely manner, but I know there are some of you out there saying to yourself, “yeah, right. Timely.”
So this Facebook thing… why in heaven’s name did I do that?
My next post on this blog may be to announce the timely passing of my Facebook persona. Check out any one of my blogs, that I haven’t updated in a while, to keep abreast of what I am not doing…you heard it here first…or maybe you read that on the other blog…
Leslie
“I’m going to call the new year two thousand and ten, not twenty ten,” I said.
That was as close as I was going to get to committing to a New Year’s resolution.
“I’m calling it twenty ten,” said my husband.
“Why? That just sounds too unofficial ” , I replied. “Saying two thousand and something sounds better.”
“You didn’t call all the years of the last century one thousand and nine hundred something, did you?”
Touche´.
Happy New Year, all twenty ten of it!
Leslie
I have made 96 drawings in a little over three months. Whew.
Life is getting in the way presently, so I am drawing as I can, which is to say, not every day.
I hope to return to my madcap drawing as soon as possible.
Here are my excuses…
As I write this, I am waiting for a phone call from the veterinary surgeon telling me that the Deuce man is finished with his surgery and is recovering in his cage in morphine drip la-la land.
He is undergoing a knee surgery to fix a ruptured cranial cruciate ligament.
Ow.
Lots of pre-surgery diagnostic and testing visits and general business surrounding the dog has kept me in a tilted mode.
Speaking of tilted, somewhere in there I lost a few days to BPPV.
Geeez. Just when I was making a dent in the cache of colored pencils.
Well…those are my excuses. The next ones will be called “Christmas” and “New Years”…
Leslie
