Don't remember where I took this, but to get back on topic... I hear classical music when I look at this.
You're right. I was just speaking in the language of non-Californians. They wouldn't understand. 60 degrees is cold god dammit.
Them's some assertive eyebrows, @O.M. Hillside. The eyebrows of a commander of Spartan troops. The eyebrows of someone whose real name is probably Genghis Hannibal Bonaparte. Please refrain from conquering us.
Randomness.... Someone asked about these in a conversation in one of my DLIFLC groups. I had them in a box in the closet. Found them again. One of the ways we spent the dead hours of a mid shift when nothing was happening...
I'm not entirely narcissistic so I don't have pictures of me. Instead, have a chicken. Her name is Artemis (my dad suggested "Gobbles" because of the disabled turkey in South Park). This is the chick who's had me worried for weeks now. No, I'm not holding her down. My hand's resting on her back because it calms her down. Edit: If she turns into a he then I'll be changing the name to something else. Until then I can't simply go "Chicken".
I was at a local museum the other day - always known it's been there but never bothered going. Anyway they have a 1940s street exhibition there (the sort of thing I'm a huge sucker for). Took these snaps then distressed them.
And I did use one for the areas I couldn’t reach, but if I can reach I prefer to forgo the extension. It just feels clumsy to me for parts I can reach.
See, I'd be in a lawn chair, duct-taping broom handles together for longer and longer extensions so that I didn't have to get up- Dammit, my drink's empty. "Oh boy! Another one of these, please, and make it snappy! There's a shiny new dime in it for you!"