Archive for December, 2004
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Wednesday, December 29th, 2004Eh, bandwidth my ass. Here’s the poop. My gosh, what a fine holiday weekend/extended week it’s been. One barely knows where to begin; fortunately our camera’s willing to do some talking for me. Here, some highlights. Wednesday: Agent Foxxy Boxing and I set out in search of beer. We are successful. We also find Dookie. [...]
Patience, my dear boy. Patience.
Tuesday, December 28th, 2004Oh, the stories of Christmas I’ll tell you once it’s January, and we’re no longer in danger of exceeding our bandwidth limit. Two words: Magic cake. See here for more details.
Ain’t that America?
Monday, December 20th, 2004In continuation of our discussion of everyday fucked-up shit, particularly in the Albertson’s on 15th and Lewis, here, for your consideration, is a picture of a colossal fake bowl of snack mix. Seriously, it’s roughly twelve feet in diameter.
Snap
Sunday, December 19th, 2004To distract myself from the ignominious ass-raping that will mark the end of my fantasy football team’s season this evening, I present here another photo post, representing what I hope to make a habit. You know how every day as you go about your business, you see at least two or three things that make [...]
The news, in brief
Saturday, December 18th, 2004• I was sitting here at the coffee shop, and this guy pulled up outside and got out of his car with this total douchebag and a nondescript third man, and there were about five seconds when I about halfway could’ve sworn the guy was Billy Bob Thorton. Sadly, it turned out to just be [...]
Drinkin’ again.
Friday, December 17th, 2004I inordinately enjoy films, books, songs, and the occasional TV show about perennially drunk people. Not just drunks, but serious drunks, people for whom drinking isn’t a pastime so much as a calling, for whom the sauce is an end unto itself. Dookie recently needed some work done on his house, and hired a guy [...]
Dragon: Chased
Thursday, December 16th, 2004I know there was a time in my life when I thought about things other than how much pain I’m in today, and how long I had ’til my next dose of Tylenol with codeine (which barely fucking does anything for me anymore, I’m distressed to tell you). I know these times existed; I’m just [...]
Oh yes …
Wednesday, December 15th, 2004Not available for photography the other day was the following old orange cat man: Our man Salvatore. Note the paw pads encrusted with motor oil. In this picture you can’t see the spot on his neck where the hair’s growing back in around the brand new scar from his giant formerly festering neck wound; rest [...]
Us and Mr. Jones
Monday, December 13th, 2004World, the bean. Bean, world.
Snappity Snap
Sunday, December 12th, 2004It’s early XXX-mas at Fort Awesome, and as I’ve actually got a bit of less undisposable than usual income this year, that means digital camera time for my awesome lady. Seeing as how neither of us is so great at the whole delayed gratification thing, we’ve been enjoying the part of digital photography I’ve most [...]
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