Friday, October 17, 2014

Falafel Friday





Man, could I go for a bit of falafel right now...
Or maybe a gyro.
Perhaps a gyro with some extra falafel added.
And a side of fries.


I'm hungry.
This is a dumb post.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Vinyl Tops















I have always thought that vinyl tops are just out of place on a Camaro...


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

High Brow






Gonna go ahead and class this place up with a moment of Mozart appreciation.



For some reason, this makes me want to watch some Bugs Bunny cartoons...

Mercury Retrograde


I am not typically one to go in for astrology type stuff.  The whole deal seems rather suspect to me...

Alternately, I note that a shit ton of folks I know are also waist deep in deep hassle situations right now...
And I seem to be, as well.
Coincidence, correlation, connection?

Perhaps it's that misery/company thing.
Though to be honest, I don't really advise that anyone try to be in my company as of late.
It is not a pleasant vibe being emitted from my psycho-cosmic-astral-aura, or what ever...

Two vet trips, which were expensive enough that I don't even want to talk about them.
Week three with a trip to a tire store.  Why does the universe hate my tires?
Some random broken things.
General weird technical issues with work stuff.
Things just seem more difficult the past few weeks.


So, I think I am blaming some jabber about a planet being in retrograde.
I want to blame something, dammit...
That's the best thing I can come up with.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Two Wheels Tuesday












Swoopy.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Sunday Drive












Yup, this is the place.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Danger House

Friday, October 10, 2014

Weekend Plans

















Something like this...

Armor Amore






It moves more readily than I thought...
And is really noisy.

I suppose that there isn't a lot of sneaking around in a shiny metal suit, anyway.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Thrasher Thursday











Hey, remember that time he got and stage and talked to a chair for twenty minutes?



Yeah, I do too.

(I still grapple with how to fit that into the construct of politics/pop culture/contemporary media/art.  I think it was performance art, but I don't think Eastwood would acknowledge that angle.  Is it art if the creator denies the label "art"?)