Tuesday, March 30, 2010
If you've never seen Scarface with Pacino, this may not be as funny. But probably will.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
But we are driving from Ft. Pierce to Fort Myers across the endless orange groves in the middle of the state. Do we have to worry about gators? No. Snakes? No. Pissed off giant caimans? Hardly.
But then we discovered Florida's rarely discussed wild bear problem.
Bears? Seriously? Damn.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
The second pic shows me happily spectacular at a super-dense 1980x1080 on the monitor...and a single clue as to what the problem was before.... A solitary, glaring, damning, dunderheaded clue.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Dad, you can send the monitor anytime. I'm not gone for more than a day for a while. And not even that much very often. :) Thank you so much.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Whilst dining on our far more reasonable fare, however, a real-life drama played out before us on the corner across the street. A very attractive young woman clearly broke things off with her not-quite-as-attractive and completely unaccepting (now ex) boyfriend. The tears, the ranting, the pleading, the gesticulating, the look on her face that she is almost....home....free.......
Being a good American I took a picture of their pain and am now displaying it for all the world to see. It were quite dramatical, though....
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Mom, you had mentioned that there seemed to be a lot of pickup trucks outside of my gentlemen's club. Indeed. I cater to Southern Gentlemen, a noble breed who think with their honor and their courage and their manners and their gentrified manliness. Men who would never stoop to use so low an organ as the brain with its ignoble heritage and base interests. They are there to 'pick up' women. Hence the trucks. A simple matter, as it would almost have to be. Also, one can conveniently throw up in the back while driving without having to pull over or screw up your upholstery.
Seriously. Why do people do this crap? Do they think flags and eagles draw a crowd, or that bowling is inherently American, even though the dutch were bowling before the country was even founded? I mean, seriously, what up? Is this the right-wing version of a mezuzah? God won't kill the first-born of anyone displaying a flag decal, or a picture of an eagle? God is stupider than I thought, then.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
And indeed there are.
But Afghanistan seems safer than any of the streets that make up Little Haiti. Little Haiti seems so insanely unsafe that I didn't even want to be seen taking pictures of the locals squinting, spitting, cursing, and undoubtedly showering us with voodoo curses. A less hospitable seeming folk can hardly be imagined. I do include a picture of a sign reportedly put up somewhere down there. Jon and I really wanted to find it (during daylight hours) but had no luck, as we quit looking and scrammed almost immediately.