Stumbled upon this one while visiting the nearby river:
I had teachers that used to look at me with the exact same expression.
The same baleful, striped yellow eyes too…
Stumbled upon this one while visiting the nearby river:
I had teachers that used to look at me with the exact same expression.
The same baleful, striped yellow eyes too…
While this is a bit of pointless personal information that really isn’t going to change anything, I feel the need to make the statement in the face of rather obsessive popularity among the public at large (it is a blog, after all,) and so: I really don’t like cell phones.
Some of this is personal, I admit it. And some of it is because I tend to look at things critically, especially those
If you’ve had trouble getting in, or receive a new post that you saw two days ago, I’m here to take the blame. In trying to correct some stupid error message coming up since the last round of upgrades (that did not disappear when I rolled back,) I messed up some stuff and had to restore from a backup file. So a post I made two days ago is about to reappear.
Meanwhile, if you get some
Pfsssshh. Like that’s gonna stop someone from driving off with the lake…
Okay, this one’s just stupid, but that’s its charm.
Many years ago I worked at an extension of a humane society, a facility dedicated to dog training, wildlife rehab, and activities over and above the basic shelter services we provided – I was onsite caretaker and septic maintenance person (the Director felt it was easier and cheaper to train someone than to pay for monthly visits
We had plans to do the whole downtown Savannah thing again this trip, and spent one day and one evening down there. The Girlfriend wanted to do a walking ghost tour again, taking The Younger Sprog with her, but I decided to skip that and do a self-guided tour, starting with Colonial Park Cemetery.
I’m not going to go into the whole history of the cemetery here – there are more than enough
On Day Two of the Valiant Quest for Chillin’ (that sounds so much better than “vacation,” doesn’t it?) we hit the Georgia Sea Turtle Center on Jekyll Island, still the best wildlife rehab place I’ve seen. The staff and volunteers demonstrated that our previous experience was no fluke
And so, slowly, I return to posting, revealing in the process that the last three posts were scheduled ahead of time to appear when they did, since we just spent a scant week in Savannah, Georgia with friends. We fit in most of what we’d aimed for the primary exception, for me, was being unable to find any scorpions, something I’ve been longing to photograph for a while,
This isn’t something that’s ever come up before here, but I’m a little bit of an aviation enthusiast, especially World War II. The air war in Europe and the Pacific was a unique period in history, in a niche that combined powerful aircraft with personal combat, something not seen with the slow, flimsy craft of WWI, and that vanished in the jet age. There’s also something
I said I’d be coming back to this you were a fool to doubt me. The song I’m eventually going to get to was responsible for introducing me to the previously featured video by the same band, but has a great backstory itself.
“Go ahead make my day,” was a meme before the term had even been adopted, and before the intersnarl existed, courtesy of Clint Eastwood/Dirty