Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Ever since your lowly and humble photographic servant was a baby gourmand, I've wanted a turducken. I read about it in National Geographic and like most things in National Geographic, it sounded delicious. Stuffing inside a duck inside a chicken inside a turkey.
Man put together an abomination in the eyes of God and an affront to nature and then marked it down from 5.99 per pound to .99 which is, coincidentally, what I had budgeted for turducken this year.
It has cooking directions that even I can follow, so I had one this evening.
So how was my longtime gastronomical dream? You know how sometimes when you are having sex with multiple partners at the same time and it SEEMS like a really great idea... but nothing in this world is equal and the lesser proves to be a distraction when really, you only want the duck.
In a town, just like any town, a man seeks answers to life's questions. He turns not to family, friends, or clergy. No, he turns to 'The Internets."
View with me if you will the following Sitemeter Entry and read down to the Search Words...
.............."How to tell if your girl is a whore"
Since the dawn of time man has asked himself the big questions: Why are we here? Is there life after death? How to tell if your girl is a whore?
The mind reels as we try to grasp this man's angst. But first, by 'girl' does he mean his 19 year old daughter and her stream of middle aged boyfriends skulking past the breakfast table, his wife who only comes over for short visits when called and then goes back to her sick mother's after getting some grocery money, or an under producing member of his flock?
But if one must ask (And surely one must) our first question is: "*coughcough* Why you asking ME??"
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
I have been working on other projects. And I'm very very sorry.
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Friday, November 16, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I know...I just HAD a birdhouse post.
This is really a TtV post anyway, so CALM DOWN, GENTLE VIEWERS! PLEASE STOP SHOUTING!
This TtV shot was taken with an Imperial Deluxue Reflex Camera. It's mostly plastic, including the semi-transparent top of the viewfinder. I really wanted one and my friend Barbara found it so I traded her an extra Kodak Duaflex because I really wanted it.
Its claim to fame?
It's the model camera that Marina Oswald used when she took a photo of Lee Harvey Oswald holding his rifle in their backyard.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
I have a friend who tells me this EVERY SINGLE time I drive really close to the curb to plow through piles of leaves that I drag down the streets in every Fall. She is ALWAYS wrong!
Friday, November 09, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Sunday, November 04, 2007
The INNER sanctum submitted for seeItSunday: Social
That lying, fact distorting, crackpot Dennis Bailey (And Champion and Hero when we are on the same side) of CasinosNo! applies statistics like a farmer fertilizing his fields (if you catch my drift) in trying to make a local slot machine place look bad. What he DOESN'T mention is the negative impact on these small Grange Halls which have traditionally relied on activities like BINGO to support thier infratructure costs.
I'm sure it looks more social when it's full... :) Just imagine people in the chairs. Ok? Is that so hard?