I am hard on glasses

Every once in a while, my hair amazes me

Every once in a while, my hair amazes me

I stopped to get ice cream tonight and also got this:

Nice, eh? 

Too earlt at the worst gat at National Airport: 35-A

Seriously.  Worst.  

Off to Alabama via Pensacola.  XO!

And this...

...is my just-purchased,  2011 Honda Insight. It's a half hybrid, only has 36,000 miles after three years, gets 40 in the city and better out, got stellar reviews, has a great Carfax, and it only took four hours of sweating in a sweltering dealership and saying the same thing over and over again whilst listening to harrowing Iraqui War stories (we got to see actual scary wounds! ) before the price I started with was agreed to. 

It's a smaller hatchback, but still room for stuff, plus it's 8 years newer than what ive been used to. And frankly, hondas are a little more fun/zoomy than Toyotas.  Cross my fingers it's half as good as R2. 

BEHEMOTH!

This is the monstrous double-cab Silverado that was the ONLY vehicle available to rent in Robinsville (?), New Jersey yesterday. It's freaking huge. You can a car like my old one cowering behind it. 

His Final Resting Place

R.I.P. R2D2

What a great little car for nine years. Such a horrible death in the stark, scorching nastiness of the New Jersey Turnpike. 

Thanks for the 190,000 miles, R2. (sniff)

I am perhaps overly sentimental about cars.

For some reason, the two lobster pics are reversed. Curious.

Darth Lobster

Here is my friend Robyn on the verge of succumbing to a violent lobster, bent on survival. Her husband did brandish tongs but then fled leaving Robyn -one of the toughest cookies on the planet- to tong Mr. Crazy-ass Lobster to a watery boiling death. Ben and I wept and held each other as the lobster cursed our mothers and perished,  screaming. He was delicious. Note how Robyn resembles Dali with her insanified lobster. 

Oops.

Attack of the Giant Lobster

Here is Robyn dealing with a recalcitrant x-pound lobster.  He fought nobly,  but was simmering gently within a minute.  And was delicious,  I might add.

A driving range is a peaceful place

Glad to hear everything went well.  Call you in a bit. 

Great things I forgot about yesterday!

Robyn's insanely cute mom (and Robyn herself who -genetically- is also insanely cute) and most importantly, a delectable lobster roll. Not just insanely cute...delicious! 

Flea marketing and Wii!

Went to a giant mile-long flea market. Both sides of the road and a hundred yards deep on each side.  An impressive collation of crap. My friend Robyn took me. We came last year too.

Then I settled down with her kids so they could kick my ass at Mario Kart.  In typical kid fashion her son, Adam,  said,

"I'm an expert at this! Do you know how to play?" 

"Well, no, I've never used a Wii before." 

"Let's play the hardest level which I'm an expert at!"

Things did not go well for me. But it was hugely fun. This is her daughter Shannon. I finally managed to kill her off with red shells and  regain a vestige of my gaming dignity. 

Yesterday was the 20th anniversary of the famous OJ Simpson Bronco chase

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Courtesy of Paul Mende (who started the website with me back in 1994 when we were one of the first thousand sites on the web. The whole freaking web.) I managed to dig up these old pics and docs: me with the "People vs. Simpson" files, and Judge Ito's letter of thanks because, bizarrely enough, the Steps did actually entertain the OJ Simpson jury whilst they were sequestered. It was a very bizarre day marked by its notable complete lack of security.  We could have walked in there with all kinds of newspapers and opinions and tape recorders and cameras and no one checked ahead of time.  Weird for the high-profile  "Trial of the Century." Admittedly, the pictures are technically from NINETEEN years ago, as the trial was a year later.  I have seldom seen a more beaten down group of people than the OJ jury.

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Kenneth Stack, Sr. Buried this 16th day of June with military honors in Wheaton, Maryland

An actual statue in the Love Field airport in Dallas

I guess everything IS bigger in Texas.

Simplified singable version of Chip -n- Dale

It has been pointed out that the entire story could be much simplified.

The Ballad of Chip -n- Dale

Let me tell you all a story 'bout these chipmunk scamps
They saved a man who was cavin' in to cramps
They saw him a-squattin' and what did those rodents do?
They showed him a place where he safely could poo.

A stall that is, saved his shorts...saved his rental car.

(fast banjo break by Earl Scruggs)