Small business owners

Capital One -- or, MR's favorite commercial.
Do they normally catch on fire like that?

jwomen

What are jwomen?

what's the meaning of it?

Party of God? God doesn't use Ak-47s.

Realistically, if you claim allegiance to God, while firing a gun -- you are lost and have rejected God. God is Love, not hate, killing. Persoanlly, I think this is very telling of what Hezbollah really is -- slayers, hate-filled slayers. To believe that they aren't terrorists is ... naive!

Perhaps there's a hidden message in the flag that I'm missing about peace, love, or compassion. The group assists its fellows with health and in other ways, but "killing in the name of God"? Where was that in the text?

cartoons that weren't

I am so tired of those anti-drug ads. Worse still, I always want to light up after I see one.

Hey! I can't believe that you're looking at my eyes!

She jumped to sit next to the hottie.

too much salsa

changed for my satisfaction

be it in Scottsdale, Arizona or Biloxi, Tennessee (may offend)

CSI is a stupid show. To celebrate this, I found a pic from anime. Aparently the refurbisher of the anime felt the same or that the "accident" and death investigation were summarily pointless.

Yes, I know ... it's rude, but I'll keep it!

false forest footsteps

On the peripherial of the meadow, edging toward the forest, undergrowth eiks out an existence, protected -- given sunlight be virtue of the meadow. Approaching this, with camera in hand, I'm asailed with mosquitos on a misson of blood, successful for many. I'm deafened a bit from the buzzing, the vile critters entering my ear, yet I hear a peculiar sound. The rustling I hear is right in front of me. I stand silent, looking.
I hear it then to me left, then to my right. It sounds 5 - 8 yards away (~ 10 meters). I can't smell the thing. It's a person, right? The person or persons aren't talking and they don't seem to be getting closer. I'm at a loss as to what's happening. I'm so wrapped up in it, I couldn't hear anything else -- not even the incessant mosquitoes. Are the trees moving ... no. Their trunks are righted and the wind isn't moving the branches. What then is the noise?

I see leaves move. There is an imaginary line of bent leaf, then bent leaf, bent leaf... something fell. I look again, another, odder path, but branches, limbs and leaves are struck. Something's dropping. I don't know ... acorns? No. They are buckeyes being picked apart, pieces being chiselled away by the tens of squirrels in the trees. Flakes strike leaves making false footsteps.

I know this, because I stood under a tree with a group of squirrels doing this, where the flakes rained down on me. The ground around the tree, becoming green and yellow from the inedible/untasty parts of the buckeyes, in favor of the nut and the meat of it's center. A forest isn't haunted -- only your mind.

screamers & streamers

10:30 was the right time to go through the streets anouncing swim-team victory this year.  What's special about that time?  I suppose that most people are awake and that others are at church.  It was, nontheless, startling to hear horns and cheers in this ten vehicle convoy including rented trolleys.  The city, where I live doesn't have real trolleys, but the appearance of them on truck frames -- rentable.

 

To their credit, they normally finish in the top 5, more reguarly in the top 3 and apparently the top team this year.  As a testiment to their being here, a lei or boa lies in the street, green, joyless, lifeless -- having been and touched.

 

I won't scream, but it's great that they won again.  They don't check for steroids, but I think that isn't a concern.  Way to go!  Also, thanks for not starting it at 7:00 this morning as I rested poorly last night.