Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
I don't shower or shave
And my hair's a crime, can't you see
Now it's really tall
And, really, all I do
Is to let it wave free
It's...that...time of year
When my coif wags and bobs
If you strain to hear
I will say,
May your New Year's dreams come true
And...this...hair of mine,
As it starts to climb,
Wishes you and yours
The same thing too!
Merry Christmas Eve Eve, everyone, from my hair!
* To the tune of 'The Christmas Waltz', if that wasn't obvious. Yet another in a long line of wonderful Christmas songs by Jewish composers. We WASPS farm everything out, damn...
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
As you can see, we had pretty good seats. The Bucs win! But barely. The Redskins had to work overtime at sucking in order to lose. It rained the entire time and was freezing, but we had rain suits top-to-toe and stayed pretty darn dry.Except for Matt. See how sad he looks not being in a rain suit? Awww......
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
See, since every other compartment is unused, if you are out of coin rollers --like I still am-- you can use the little door to shift the coins in a filled bay to one of the vacant ones, then refill the 'official' coin bay. That way, instead of just holding one roll of each kind of coin...
...it holds two!
Friday, November 26, 2010
Ok, wide awake, song learned, all better. Weird drive home. Every time I passed a shopping area, there was a huge traffic jam - at midnight and two and three a.m. The Prime Outlets around Gaffney had a mile-long backup in both directions. Naturally, I didn't get a picture of any of that.
And then, conversely, there was a stretch of almost an hour where I drove at 80mph without seeing a single other vehicle. It was the stretch about a half an hour either side of the VA-NC border and it was creepy: no street lights, no cars...after a while I began to suffer the delusion that it wasn't really an interstate highway, it was a private road that someone had mocked up to look like a highway - some weird, demented movie set I'd unwittingly stumbled upon. I started scrutinizing the road-signs for evidence of fakeness. As it got later, I started finding some...
Here's video I took during that stretch. This is all I saw for an hour. I almost wept when I finally happened upon a tractor-trailer flatbed groaning up a hill with a load of gyp-lap.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Take this guy, for instance. He was the local Good Guy Hero wrestler, one Dave Crist. He strutted in, mohawk waving girlishly, the entire crowd cheering, waving signs, and --in some cases-- weeping at his goodness and prowess. Jon --an old wrestling hand-- noted the goings-on and declared the Hero was being set up to lose. Moreover, Jon had already decided that we were going to root loudly for the opposition, since no one else was. He likes to stir up trouble. I'm glad I'm not that way.
This guy could not believe that there were people there rooting against him. This is his smack-talking response to Jon telling him he was about to get his ass kicked and thrown out of the ring like a big, whiny baby.
And this is him getting his ass kicked...
...and this is him getting thrown out of the ring like a big, whiny baby.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
If you ever are offered the opportunity to stay at the storied, exclusive Nassau Club at Princeton University...
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Yes. Spartanburg. Sleepy little Spartanburg, 280,000 souls, most of which seem to be hoodlums, jackanapes, abductors, drunken assaulters, rapists, stalkers, grave-defilers, child procurers, bear-baiters, crooks, thieves, liars, murderers and scofflaws. Or cops. Or both.
Now, you would think all of these photos were taken from the same program. But you'd be wrong. Two of them are, I think. But Spartanburg and its minions feature far more prominently on the televised law enforcement landscape than they do in any other, broader social context.
Which one would naturally assume is because: a) the Spartanburg Sheriff's Department, besieged as they apparently are by miscreants of every description, have entered into a cozy financial relationship with the I.D. channel and that access skews the national perception of Spartansburg's relative criminality; or b) the county really is a den of dimwitted thieves and murderous, brawling poopheads. Or both.
After a few shows you sort of get to know the officers as individuals...
....and are cheered by seeing them pop up again on another show, chasing some new lowlife rat-bastard Spartanburgian scum. And almost always in front of this same clump of trees. That must be his press clump.
Hmmm. Now that I look closer, it seems to actually be a different clump of trees in each appearance. Still, he seems curiously fixated on an arboreal-based interview backdrop.
I suspect the fame of the county is growing. Soon people will come from miles around to be arrested there. And if I get hauled in on the drive down for Thanksgiving, why, it'll seem almost like coming home...