Idiots on Instagram

Idiots on Instagram

Happy, Monday, all.

It is a happier Monday than most for me, because my family has returned.

They rolled into Chestertown late Friday night, and we have had a few days of intense hugging, story telling, and swimming.

But cheerful family reunions are not the point of this morning’s post. Quite the contrary.

When Robbi and I were at the Alt Summit in Salt Lake City in June, we learned about the importance of various social media outlets that we had been largely ignoring. And so we resolved to be better patrons of Instagram, Twitter, and Pinterest.

We had both already started Instagram feeds, and both enjoy taking photos, so we started there.

If you follow us on Facebook, you might have seen some of the following pictures over the past few weeks and months.

August peeking out the window of our house in Alaska when he was supposed to be sleeping.

Alden and her two new friends having lunch at the Lake of the Ozarks in July.

August and Robbi doing their best imitation of Lady and the Tramp.

This strange yellow fish that got caught in our nets.

Sunset on River Road, from a run I took in late June.

A fence on Truslow Farm Road.

A gorgeous orange balloon posing with Robbi at the Alt Summit garden party.

My two cheerful and one curmudgeonly children last Mother’s Day.

Our 1921 Vandercook Platen Press. It makes beautiful prints, but it might be the greater work of art.

But not as great a work of art as Robbi herself (who also makes beautiful prints, I should add).

The kids at the dentist.

Alden at a face-painting themed birthday party last spring.

Those photos above were from my Instagram feed. The ones below are from Robbi’s.

Alden at the Bennington Monument.

The kids sharing ice cream at the Wind Chill Factory, just south of Ticonderoga.

Kato harnessing his inner buccaneer at the Silver Bay YMCA program (in case you can’t tell, he is a Wee Woozle).

August and Bob napping in the afternoon sunlight in the cottage at Lake George.

Impromptu midnight picnic in the Anchorage airport baggage claim (courtesy McDonalds, open 24-hours).

Robbi sketching on her Wacom, designing the tutorial for Benji McBean’s Amazing Machines.

Kato and Alden getting ready for a roundup.

Robbi settling in for a sugar-and-caffeine-fueled all-night drawing binge .

Robbi painting the final art for the cover of Benji McBean, using her digital sketch as reference.

Painting the rosy cheeks on a bully.

Outgoing mail.

First watermelon of the season, on Bob’s back steps.

Working.

Just finished binding make-your-own mix-and-match book templates for our workshop at the Reisterstown Public Library.

Painting.

If you enjoyed these photos, there are many more for the viewing. Robbi and are both in the habit of posting to our Instagram feeds several times a day.

You can find us at:

@writingmatthew

and

@drawingrobbi

These are, incidentally, the handles we use for Twitter, too, though I cannot make great claims for the quality of our Twitter feeds at present. That’s the next horizon, to be tackled when we’re feeling ready. For now, we’re having fun taking pictures.

We’d love it if you’d join us.

Idiots on Instagram

Lowering the Bar

From time to time, we have received complaints from readers who would like to comment on a post but have been daunted by the complex mathematical problems required in order to do so. I feel your pain. My decision to major in English was as deeply rooted in fear of numbers as it was in love of words.

But…I’ll have you know that I placed a comment yesterday, and encountered the following.

For those of you who find double-digit addition problems too taxing, perhaps you will take heart in knowing that our spam filter will throw an occasional softball.