You wanna fook on me?!
Apparently the horses poop in the same place we do . . . right next to the Sahara.
Izzy and my niece, Iliana, in the Cor-Ten sculpture at the LACMA. They're my I girls.
Saw this today on our way to a local Cafe. The breakfast and coffee were pretty amazing. Fresh, friendly and clean.
Not the nicest piece in the world, but definitely up there for the area. Not that I go around looking, but I haven't seen anything this good around here.
I almost spent this, until I looked at it. Thought I'd keep it for a couple more laughs before I pass them on.
I was given a picture of a friend's face on a stick to take on trips with me.
This is Pauly enjoying Outside Lands.
SXSW - 3/7 - 3/16
The National/Warpaint - 4/21 - Moody Theater
Mogwai - 4/24 - Emo's
Tycho - 5/1 - The Parish
Austin Psych Fest - 5/2 - 5/4 - Carson Creek Ranch
That's pretty. Spring is upon us. The music wave is incoming.
At my bank yesterday:
(I realize that laughing at this means that I have the sense of humor of an 8 year old.)
I'm gonna guess cooperation.
Kokua means help or assistance.
These pics are fun.
and this was written by an English teacher:
I would strategically place a nail under the truck-bros' tire. oops, sir, you have a nail in your tire. you must have run over it. Sucks for you!!!
Last edited by Originalbob; 04-01-2012 at 03:14 AM.
Because understanding punctuation and style is an important part of the job, and it's disheartening to see that somebody charged with passing that along to the next generation either doesn't care enough or doesn't know enough to hold his or herself to the standards they should. It's a detriment to all of us if the next generation reads and writes poorly. We're the ones who have to read them, hire them, trust them in an emergency. There's not a lot of spare time to wait for the only other guy in the elevator to sound out the written emergency instructions when the fallen ceiling panel's already knocked the literate one unconscious and the cable's snapping, filament by filament, taking us ever closer to the first floor's fiery inferno. People will die.
You're right. People are going to die.
Whoops. Rewrote it in a few incarnations and apparently didn't join my sentences very well. This sure would be humiliating if I claimed to be an English teacher.
Actually, rereading, that wasn't even a splice error. I wrote it like that the first time around. Again, not a teacher here. Somebody else has to stop this elevator. We are going to die.
Last edited by Hannahrain; 04-01-2012 at 10:46 AM.
GUSH, kids in buckets! GAH, BABY! I should get a picture of my adorable little neice. We had her first birthday party on Sunday.