Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
State Sen Dennis Damon suggested an 11 cent per gallon tax implemented over 4 years which would pay for all the needed road projects and people are acting like they are being robbed and THEN kicked.
My fellow idiot drivers, gas went up 11 cents last WEEK and we STILL have shitty roads and gas is still 1.50 less than it was a year ago, so STOP your WHINING and quit calling the RADIO STATION to complain. Take back some of your beer cans for the deposit or something.
(Oh yeah, we are all about the covered bridges in Maine, too.)
at May 27, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
You are so wrong.
And to prove it..let me show you this photo I took while we were landing. I took it out the Shuttle window.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
The Thing of the Moment's Second Annual Vow to Do A Summer Photo Project of Grange Halls in Maine With or Without His Good Friend TURNORAMA
at May 21, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Where most people have well articulated and fine boned, long fingered hands at the end of their arms, I have attached to my body soft, doughy, indistinct masses of flesh that I am sometimes able to bend into some usable form.
No concert pianist, I. I shoot with Rebels because the big grown up cameras are impossible for me to hold. I have a Blackberry because I can't SEE the iPhone keyboard underneath these loaves and can at least vaguely feel around the Curve keyboard.
My friend Paul used to call waitresses over to see them when he'd get bored at dinner. He'd say "Look! Don't his hands look like a newborn baby's?" And they'd usually say "Awwww...."and poke a fine, well manicured nail deep into the fleshy palm before slinking off to the kitchen to shudder and scrub theirhands with a brush.
These are the hands of a speech pathologist. Meaning I can go to work, put them in my pocket and not see them again until it's time to write a note or drive home.
Why do I bring this up? Shortly before I gave up photoblogging forever, I had a discussion about my hands with someone and had mentioned that I'd post a photo for them to see. I have no idea who or why because the only thing more useless than my hands is my memory. :)
Remember back when I gave up photoblogging? Those were the days, huh?