Black on the Road (Or, Photos)

Toys in the Attic (Or, Pictures)

Someday, the urge to write will swell back up...until then...

Daddy Day (Or, More Toy Action)

Nothing says "Happy Father's Day" like shamelessly cute pictures of my dog.

Retro Techno (Or, Boy Toy Camera)

A little poetry from my iPhone's Toy Camera...

Binded By the Light (Or, Je Suis le Douche)

So, I all-too-often am blathering here about overhearing some misuse of language or some fucked up turn of phrase that won't escape me.

Today, I am thrilled to report, I am my own jacked-up-language-spewing target.

Today, I am thrilled to report, in a meeting with a client, I said this in regard to a book:

"Well, I do like the way it's binded."

Uh. Huh.

Before I could back my shit up and own my own blinded bindedness, I got the smackdown from my client:

"Where I come from, we say 'bound'."

This also followed a disastrous attempt at relaying my adolescent experiences with orthodontia. In a nutshell: my orthodontist was a sadist. I tried to glean the funny bits of my extended time in headgear and retainers, only to get blank looks in return and a mere "Wow. Gee. That sounds awful." in the spot where I should have been overcome by buckets of laughter.

So, I be to be sticking to the visualtaciousnesses.

Nippity Russell (Or, More Than One)

I was just bored enough today to track down what Google searches brought the dozens here this week. Only one search query had anything of merit:

Multiple Nipples

I'm not quite sure what said searcher was after...but I have always found that more than one nipple is usually preferred.

Literaltaciousness (Or, I Pull My Feathered Hair)

Just when I think I'm down for the count...something hits my screen that's worth slapping up here.

Here's the Literal Video version of Bonnie Tyler's "Total Eclipse of the Heart".

Hat tip: Pattesia - can I get a "wig on wig" up in here? Amen, sister.

Eye Know (Or, Non-story Time)

Well...it's been apparent to me that I've been rather "story-less" for quite some time (um, six months +), so it seems that my work here might just be visual from now on...or at least mostly visual until I feel the need/compulsion/gumption/whateverness to think up or observe or rehash or catalog or narrate or regurgitate or plop out or plunk down or cough up or spit out or scratch out some kind of story.

That said: above - recently seen in Manhattan (at the Met and on the far West side...which is architecturally becoming Los Angeles in a hurry).