I’ve developed a bad habit over the last week or so. I’ve started inserting the word “vista” in statements that normally call for the “S”-word.
So far, though, no one has failed to “get it”.
What exactly is “laser hair”, anyway? Some throwback to the late ’80s and shoulder pads and mullets?
That would explain why are people so desperate to have it removed, anyway…
I think that, in keeping with various “Truth in Advertising” laws, the Gainesville alleged bus schedule needs liberally repeated applications of the word “alleged”.
At a minimum, for every ten minutes a bus is late for a stop, an RTS employee should roll a tumbleweed by, purely for entertainment value.
Any driver arriving more than five minutes early for a stop should be taken out and flogged until the posted time arrives, which should solve that problem rather promptly.
Obama and Hillary did something remarkable last night.
They single-handedly made Britney Spears’ latest peccadillo seem interesting by comparison.
Seriously now. If the media has no liberal bias, why are the Democrat front-runners getting so much media time and coverage?
Some new (well– I’m so far behind that nothing is really “new”) shots of Katherine S. are up on her page. The original shot lighting was marginal, so I let myself get a little creative on the post-processing, and I think they turned out great– she’s such a lovely girl, and the composition was good enough to support some different looks.
In other news, a very considerate person sent me a map of Six Flags Atlantis and I have added it to the Atlantis Memorial. Thanks Chris!
Coming up next: “new” shots of Sherry Bubeck.
My sweetie and I were napping on her couch the other afternoon, after which she informed me in no uncertain terms that I snore.
I told her that those were “man purrs” and that she should cherish them, as they were proof that she made me happy.
I think communication is a cornerstone of a successful relationship, and as soon as I get these sofa cushions dislodged, we’re going to finish that last conversation.
I happened to see a new version of “Gone, Gone, Gone” on TV this morning.
It was more of a “live” version, and it was a nice rendition and pretty much as catchy as the more “commercial” iteration.
But to my dismay, at the end Robert Plant didn’t do his signature Led-Zeppeliny howls. Allison barked a couple of times, but that was it. They just stood there and let the song end.
I felt so used.