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Part II: “Going Upriver”

In today’s installment, the wife, Dame Judy and I shamelessly giggle at products whut ain’t got the labels written in English. Come along, won’t you?

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Join us, won’t you?

And now, for your consideration, part one of our massive documentation of the mundane that went on Saturday afternoon. I’ve split it up into three parts, as all told I’m using over 100 of the 180 photos I took. And so, today, part 1: Drug Whorehouse.

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A’brewin’

Project: Slideshow didn’t quite get off to the spectacular start I’d hoped it would last night; apparently my own technological incompetence, when combined with no small amound of alcohol, shall we say flourished, and so I ended up with one page, with a ruddy background, that said, in large-point Impact type, “Scenic Tulsa!” And nothing [...]

“Expedition.”

Holy crap. Our Saturday outing to weird fucking places in Tulsa yielded so much awesome photographic shit, I honestly don’t know where to begin. Except to say that I feel another slideshow coming on.
There was the Asian market, with its Hell Bank Notes and pig uteri and “Beef, Iron & Wine”; there was the final [...]

Big Woof

So last night after a successful viewing of the O.C. (was anybody else confused as to how, exactly, Julie Cooper’s porn ended up on the big screen? can we discuss this here?), Dame Judy was in the process of making a graceful exit, having noted that tha Lady and I were kind of falling asleep. [...]

Super, my ass

Ahem.

I owe an eternal debt of gratitude to my dear friend James for showing me this site, perhaps the funniest thing I’ve seen in months. According to the FAQs, yes, every last one of these covers is real. Spend lots of time with this, and enjoy it. That last part is redundant.

Learnin’, Laughin’, Lovin’

The Lady and I learned many new things this weekend. For example, we learned the Drug Mart at 51st and Sheridan is your source for old-looking food, older-looking ladies, knockoff Murakami bags, and Italian-made knockoff breakfast cereals. (We would’ve taken the camera if we’d known. We may yet return with it.)
On a related note, we [...]

Learning is fun. And creepy.

Um, so thanks once more to Dr. Dookenstein, I’ve learned something deeply weird. Andy Garcia, of “Godfather III” fame, was born a conjoined twin.
When the chief researcher at the Dookie Institute first called me with this information, I must admit I was a bit skeptical, as it sounds an awful lot like one of [...]

“Jump Around.”

Part of me wanted to celebrate St. Pat’s yesterday, but most of me didn’t want to deal with goddamn amateur night at the bars. So Tha Lady and Dame Judy and I celebrated at home with the attractive yet witty cast of “The O.C.” During which time we saw a promo for what on TV [...]

Spammity Spam

To effectively destroy the frequent spam I get in my comments box and the wife’s, I use a truly excellent plugin for Movable Type called MT-Blacklist. It’s worked swimmingly up until a day or two ago, when I got this bizarro error message every time I tried to add a URL to the program’s master [...]

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