Drank this at Wonder Bar in Cleveland. On the television was a basketball game on an aircraft carrier. It's my impression that basketball games are generally not played on aircraft carriers.
Free Stamp:
Sometimes when I play with long exposures I improvise a tripod: the ground. So I set my camera on the ground on 4th Street, set the timer and let it do its thing:
While the unremarkable photo above was being taken, a foot stomped down just behind the camera. Asshole drunk guy? No, a policeman. Ha ha, funny joke policeman! But I got my shot and picked up the camera. I asked him how policing was in Cleveland. "IT SUCKS," he said. Well, I am somewhat glad I suppose.
I think it is a bad sign if your local recreation facility is named after a loan outfit. Just saying.
This is possibly the ugliest monument I have ever seen:
And on that note, the song I always think of when I think of Cleveland:
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Cleveland already? Weren't you in New Mexico a couple minutes ago?
Wave to Randal Graves...
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I waved to you rocketing through Columbus on the interstate. Travels north were done in a panic after too much time fucking around down south. The Cleveland stop was afternoon/evening. Off to tour the remnants of Detroit in a minute and get paperwork ready for the border.
It seems like just yesterday you were in the desert. You must be burning serious rubber.
Sure that stamp is free, but its immovable size makes it a cruel taunt.
I think that ground-tripod picture is NEAT.
That monument is spectacularly ugly.
Finally, it's difficult for me to imagine you as any sort of Randy Newman fan at all...but what do I know?
I was going to say wave to BG, but remembered she's now in thundra's hood.
Don't forget to wave if you're heading through the Windy City.
I think the hoops on the carrier thing was to celebrate the beginning of (college) hoops & Veterans/Armistice Day. You may have missed the Kenyan usurper, who was there glad-handing the "troops" on his way to Hawai'i.
Mr. Newman, while not the most musically innovative, can crank out some swell stories lyrically.
What swell pictures of your swell travels. Isn't it wonderful? Have you had time to have long conversations with the natives? One of my favorite things about traveling is people telling me their best stories---the ones everyone they know is tired of hearing, but they're great stories.
I don't drive, and love trains, so that's how I travel now.
BTW, this is a pet peeve of mine--- there is no homunculus. There is no little person in our brain that is who we are. We really are the messy mosaic we appear to be, and we should learn this in public school, perhaps junior high level, so that we don't spend a lot of time striving for some useless consistency of personality.
BTW, this is a pet peeve of mine--- there is no homunculus.
There is and he bites me if I don't post enough goatse.
I am going to rate for the ugly monument, just so I can start an argument.
Ugly public art needs love too.
Nesmith was the grooviest Monkee.
this is a pet peeve of mine--- there is no homunculus.
Angry Steampunk readers want a word with you.
Angry Steampunk Readers would be a great name for a band.
There is and he bites me if I don't post enough goatse.
No. No, Substance--- I'm not buying that one.
I was so in love with Michael Nesmith, and Kato, and Robin, and the boy on the Rifleman, and John Lennon, and Kevin...
Did you know that Michael Nesmith's mother invented WhiteOut? Very important lady--- she gave birth to the cool Monkee and invented something that probably kept a lot of secretaries from jumping off of a tall building in frustration at yet another goddamned typo.
Yeah, but Peter Tork was the cute one. I mean look at the way this kid pulls off a bowl cut and a coonskin hat. ADORABLE!
Plus...here he cheats by holding a puppy.
O.K. I'll give you that--- he's cute, but I tend to go for the brunettes. Except for the boy on the "Rifleman." I guess he was light-headed. Hard to tell he was one of those black and white people.
They're a bit before my time and none of them do a thing for me, but I had a giggle or two when I was looking at their Google pics.
Peter Tork plaster caster is an interesting search.
I think my iPad has moderate safe search on but I still some neat pictures.
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Btw, your w/v keeps giving me actual words. Yesterday I got "gangs" and just now i got "shall."
Funnier nonsense words, please!
Captcha is trying to tell you something, but "gangs shall" what? I got "sming," so obviously the info is for your eyes only.
Michael Nesmith in a beard?! WHY!?!?!?
He's been bearded for forty years!
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