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When I look at these 2 photos*, taken on July 5th and September 2nd, I think …

I probably won’t be able to see this car by winter!


note: if hair was like plants, barbers wouldn’t be very busy in the winter.

double note: I’m glad nature isn’t bald.

triple note: I wonder if André The Giant every said, “I’m overgrown.” 

quadruple note: possibly Easter is, when it is, because eggs are harder to find in the summer. I could be wrong; I usually am.

quintuple note: if I worked on a chicken farm, everyday would be Easter! … and I’d probably have a funky smell.

* actually I forgot that I’d taken these 2 photos, but I must have known that I’d know they would come in handy someday.


Today #250

Today I lost weight …  it was atomic weight, but it still felt good.


I was shellshocked when I saw this!


note: does this make the planter an “eggplanter“?

double note: these people have really shelled out for their fertilizer.

triple note: the egg shells kind of look cool, but the dead chickens around the trees in the frontyard didn’t really do it for me.

quadruple note: are egg farms “egg plantations“?



Sara n’ Mic (who’s winning?)

Sara: So this is the Superbowl.

Mic: I thought it would be bigger.


Sara: Who’s winning?

Mic: The eggs are being beaten.


The complete adventures of Sara n’ Mic: why are we here?, what time is it?, and the phone’s ringing are still collecting dust.



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.


In Through The Out Door


Yesterday I was just going to enter a parkade circular, so as to exit the parkade, when a car came out of my entrance.

I’ve never seen that before! That’s not allowed. Once you enter the spiral you have committed yourself to leaving the building. You can’t just pop out anywhere you like.

Someday I would like to drive up a parkade circular. Maybe I can bribe a parkade nightwatchman to live my dream.

It would be more fun if I could change my steering wheel to the right-side to do it though. Hugging the center I could really get up some speed like the drivers in The Fast and the Furious 2: Tokyo Drift. (crappiest movie ever)

In Japan the circulars are clockwise. I assume they are counter-clockwise in North America. I forget.

I forget which way water drains in the Northern and Southern hemispheres too. I guess I could go look in my toilet, if I really cared.

Visiting the Equator 3 years ago, someone demonstrated the water spinning phenomenon. It was just a trick, as we were only 2 meters on either side of the Equator. I think you have to be farther away to see a difference: at least 4 meters maybe.

Supposedly at the Equator it’s easier to balance an egg on the head of a nail also. Now I know why I’ve never been able to do that very well before.

note: I bet there are no parking circulars on the Equator.