Do You Know What Your Problem Is?

You don't eat your feedback.

So I had my first annual physical today after several years, and now that I'm in my 30's I figured I'd be getting a free finger in my anus, so of course when the nurse took my BP it was a bit high (not out of limits, but getting up there). And then I didn't even get the 'ol UFIA, so there was no reason for me to be so worked up. Guess I should stop at Rite Aid later just to be sure my BP's where it should be. Although, who knows, they may put fingers in butts there, too.

Here's some pictures that I've been promising for a while.



Des eats cookie dough, Connor's just...What is Connor doing?



Cooper says hello.



One time in the '80's, Ethan killed a guy.



Desmond does not approve.



Cindy talked me into growing my hair out, so I have to keep it out of my eyes when I exercise.



Hence the ridiculous sweatbands.



Desmond makes them look much cooler than I do.



I think this one's my favorite, but unless you see the "Karate" and Kung Fu" headbands first, it doesn't necessarily make sense. Yes I do have Adult Braces™.



Oh shit it's a snow dinosaur!

As always, clicking on the pictures goes to my Flickr page where there's more to be seen.

Pictures, If You Please

He's become quite the little ham. There was absolutely NO prompting by Cindy and I for either of these outfit choices - the glasses making me laugh he hardest. I was busy with something upstairs, and when I came downstairs, he ran around the corner and looked up at me with a very serious expression on his face.


He'll also kick back an' take 'er sleay, too. Awright awright awright.

Maybe tomorrow I'll dig through and put a pic or two of the older ones up. Maybe.

Some Birds And Some Laughs

I need to put more stuff from the photostream up here. One of the rare nice days we had this spring brought some Cedar Waxwings into the yard, to eat the no-good Japanese Beatles that congregate in, and ruin, the apple blossoms. I think these little guys look awesome:






And, on a completely unrelated note, Dennis Leary is still funny. All I'd heard from him lately is "9/11 was an inside job, blah blah blah." But damn did the last part of this interview crack me up.

Here's a picture of a bookshelf I built. I need to build about three more, now, when I have free time, which is never.

The Creepy L'il Guy

Back in June I'd mentioned seeing this (fourth picture from the bottom) at "Castle Dracula" in Budapest, but I didn't have a picture handy. Now I do. What's it all mean?

Pictures As They Are Arranged On Flickr

I'm just going to dump these out here as I just dumped them on there before the end of the month.


This is proof that not cleaning up after yourself can sometimes have beautiful consequences. This is the brush and bucket that I used the last time the sewer line backed up into the basement. Not knowing what to do with it after it had been used to scrub up raw sewage, I put it outside the garage door and promptly forgot about it - until a morning glory grew up the handle. It's even bigger and fuller now than it was in the picture.

C-Man caught his first fish. Then, as it gasped for air, he swore that it was talking. Then a massive thundershower happened and we had to let the fish go while we fled back to the house.

I hope to god that this is some kind of sculpture that I saw in Burlington, otherwise, we've all got an awful lot to be worrying about.

I am a sturgeon. I am prehistoric. I poop out caviar.

This was the biggest damn garter snake I've ever seen. Apparently I was pretty excited about it, too, as this picture sucks.

This guy (or gal) is a soft-shell turtle. No word on whether or not they are as delicious as soft-shell crabs. I think that further research needs to be done.

Aw. They love each other.

I don't know what's going through this gentleman's mind.

This is a burbot, or freshwater ling cod. I also took a video of a giant snapping turtle, but lately my uploading capabilities have been severely restricted.

'At's a noice lookin schoonah.

We had one microburst that was very scary.

I was going to make a joke about losing the crops and bein' roont, but I didn't get the pictures put up soon enough and now the garden has more than rebounded.

The shed took quite a beating, as you can see. I drove home through it, and it was about the scariest damn thing I've ever had happen to me. The sky turned green (which it does before a tornadoe) and there was lighting and heavy rain and even storm surges off the ponds and mudslides down the hills, and I rescued a lady that was huddling in the bushes with her bike (I wouldn't have been huddling in trees next to a metal object in that kind of weather!).

I don't remember exactly what it was that spaceman spiff here was up to...

Some more little woodland friends.

WE took Connor pirate golfing for his birthday. I get the feeling that this dude wasn't the manliest man on the boat!

The worst part about the water traps is haveing to use my cat-like ninja abilities to keep Connor from trying to put the ball in the drink - and down a waterfall and otherwise out of play.

That's right. The pirates in this story weren't very nice to a baker. Right.

This is some device that they would put the pirates in after hanging them, and apparently the pirates were more afraid of this than the hanging. They should have put them in it alive, as judging by where the cross-piece on this thing is, hanging would have been a mercy after five minutes in the crow cage.

Post water balloon fight. Once the balloons were gone, it was time to play in the mud!

Even though he sheds like it's going out of style, he's a pretty handsome dude.

We've got a bunch of construction going on at work, and this little guy was out in the middle of it one morning when I got in - the day after there'd been some blasting. So I told the building director and he called in the DEC to come and rescue it. Any idea as to what kind of bird this is?

I took video of the blasting as well, some of it was pretty awesome to watch. I hope the little friend here makes it though, even though according to laws of nature, he should be toast for leaving the nest too soon.

Here's the garden a couple of weeks back. Since then, it done nothing but rain and even though that's caused all the plants to double and triple in size, nothing's ripening up like it should. We need some hot weather.

I sat on the porch and enjoyed a nice cigar a couple of weeks back, and for some reason I felt very uncomfortable about some aspect of it all, but couldn't put my finger on what it was. Any ideas? Penis.