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Stop Taking Crappy Photos: Tip #1


I’ve discovered how to stop taking crappy photos of moving things!



I let Mr. Pettit  take the photos.


note: I went to a BBQ on the weekend expecting this:


… but this was on the menu before the steaks

 double note: sometimes I’m in the right place at the right time … and even invited!


Today #260

Today didn’t have any BBQing or Tahitian Dancing in it. … bummer.

Cuckoo Mentality


Cuckoo birds are sneaky: they lay their eggs in other birds’ nests.

Sometimes the cuckoo egg is noticed and pushed out of the nest; sometimes the other bird ends up feeding and caring for the baby cuckoo.

At my last BBQ a person brought his uninvited hungry A.D.D. kid and didn’t supervise him.

The kid snatched and ate big platefuls of meat and rampaged through my place.

Next time I won’t invite the cuckoo to my nest.


My Wheelchair

About 7 months ago I bought a wheelchair at a recycle shop.
I didn’t need it, but for 1000 yen (about $10) it was a bargain.
I pretended not to notice the look on the clerk’s face, forked over the money, and took it home.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always wanted one.
And now I am the proud owner of one!
I think most people, who don’t need them, have a fascination with wheelchairs.
There is something about sitting in that seat and wheeling yourself around.
I had a BBQ party and 90% of those who came either sat in the wheelchair or took it for a spin.
I could see on a few friends’ faces that they were debating whether they should get one too.
We could have races on weekends!