Thursday, April 23, 2009

Disaster NOT Waiting To Happen

Your eyes do not deceive you. This is essentially a human-powered Conestoga wagon going down the stairs of a historic building.
Old Post Office, Washington DC


Nothing's sexier than a flip-up storage bin on a Buick. Hot rod.

Protection Condoms

Truly, I would hate to get a non-protection prophylactic.

Supermarket Gleanings (#479 in an Endless Series)

Aunt Bessie's Quality Assured PORK STOMACHS (AKA Hog Maws)
Just rinse, cook and eat
Next door: chitlins/chitterlings and LARD: PURE LARD

Supermarket Gleanings (#3904 in an Endless Series)

Wet Floor Sign Here!!!

The Great Triumvirate of Diet Soda

Diet Pepsi Lemon
Diet Pepsi Lime
Diet Pepsi Vanilla--with REAL vanilla extract!

Po' Pay

This is the plaque under a likeness of Po' Pay, surely the patron saint of the working man. United States Capitol, Washington DC.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009 - Craigslist killing suspect seemed 'all-American'

Today I'm just ranting. No picture. I'm putting aside momentarily the evil that is murder and looking at this headline objectively. Two thoughts come to mind.
[1] Just once, can sources describe a killer as follows: "Oh, I totally knew that guy was a killer just waiting to happen!" "No shock. Absolutely no shock. Doesn't surprise me one bit."
[2] With all the firearms in our Hollywood exports* and the gun lobby's efforts, maybe this guy really is "all-American."
*True story: my brother-in-law, Matt, served in the Peace Corps in Benin. The people there wondered where his gun was.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Dueling Pedometers

I got a pedometer to motivate me to walk 10,000 steps a day. Some days I make it. My friend Anne apparently has NO problem. Her pedometer is on the left: 24,513 steps.

Musings of a Madman

I am always taking notes. I carry a tiny notebook. Unfortunately, the vast military-industrial complex doesn't think men do this, so my notebook selection is always limited to something, er, "girly." This month's notebook took mere hours to fall apart in my pocket, hence the tape-wrapped spine. This page is actually fairly lightly garbled. Some days my page is just ink salad.

100 Pounds of MSG

I can't make this stuff up.
99+% PURE

Avocado Salad

Mere words cannot describe this delicacy of avocado mixed with green JELL-O ®. Hot-diggity-dawg. I love the crystal server.
Easter get-together, somewhere in College Park, MD

Some Things Should Not Be Sold Unpackaged

Underwear. Rugged Wearhouse, College Park, MD


Way back in 1982 in junior high (middle school), I sported no-name tennis shoes. I got teased mercilessly. I begged Dad for name-brand shoes. He asked, "What's wrong with the ones you've got?" "The kids call them maypops." Dad called them mo-pops after that. There was even a song:
cost a nickel and a dime.
make your feet feel fine.
I wish Nike had named this shoe Maypop, but it's close enough.