Monday, February 27, 2006

They'll Come Back to Haunt You

Contrary to the old cliche, I don't think that there are any pictures of me naked on a bearskin rug. (Well, not any as a baby anyway.) Nevertheless, there are plenty of pictures capable of causing some embarrassment. These are precisely the pictures that my mother would pull out whenever I brought a new girlfriend home.

Well I'm the parent now and it is my parental responsibility to prepare and maintain a cache of
embarrassing photos. When my boys start dating (or possibly when either of them runs for public office), I want to have a nice arsenal at the ready. When I am old and feeble (that is, older and feebler than I am today), I am going to need a lot of material to make sure the boys do right by me and the Mrs.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006


I know there are some people who don't agree that the theory of evolution goes a long way toward explaining how humans arrived in the year 2006. I don't want to be rude about it, well, actually, it's my blog so I can be as rude as I want. You're all a bunch of friggin' idiots. There. I feel better now.

(For the sake of completeness, the above referenced situation in Pennsylvania has since been resolved and the idiots have been deposed. Personally, I'm going to be a Pastafarian.)

I sometimes wonder how evolution can explain certain things -- like this flower for example. What kinds of evolutionary forces would cause a plant to produce a flower that looks like a bird? Most plants need to be pollinated by insects, and if I am not mistaken, most insects crawl/run/fly in the opposite direction when they see a bird. On the surface, that would seem to be bad for "perpetuating the species". Maybe somebody can enlighten me.

Camera: Nikon D70
Location: Port St. Lucie, FL

Monday, February 13, 2006

Old Meets New

No, this is not one of those digitally-created masterpieces. This picture is "as-shot" with no Photoshopping. Well, maybe a little Photoshopping for esthetics, but nothing important, I promise. I just liked the ridiculous juxtaposition of the old and new. The new is a big ugly jet. The old is the top third of The California Building (also called the California Tower?) in San Diego.

Camera: Nikon D70
Location: San Diego, CA

Monday, February 06, 2006

Popeye the Sailor Man, Sitting in a Tree...

There are three phases in the life of a human male. First, there is the "girls are okay" phase, followed by the "girls are icky" phase, followed by a second (and more emphatic) "girls are okay" phase. There are very fine lines that separate each of these phases, and it's pretty hard to pin down exactly when the transition from one to the next takes place.

If I show this picture to my son now, he is likely to say something like, "That's nice," or more likely, "That's nice, can I play my Star Wars game now?" If I show this picture to my son in a few years, I imagine that I would get something more along the lines of, "Daaaaad, put that picture away!". A few years after that, firmly entrenched in phase III, I would expect something like, "Hey, check me out. I was quite the player when I was 5, wasn't I?"