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Slug on fire Mon, Aug 15 2005 01:42PM |  |
|  | | I swear I'm really not crazy. | | 1 comment |
| I hate slugs Mon, Aug 15 2005 01:20AM |  |
|  | | Salt. Notice the one running away in the upper left. Fucker. | | 1 comment |
| Gave up Mon, Aug 15 2005 01:17AM |  |
|  | | On a minivan, imagine that... |
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Smoking too much Sun, Mar 20 2005 03:55PM |  |
|  | The apartment complex I live in has a daily beautification squad that remove leaves and other debris. Sometimes, they throw some salt down if there's ice, sometimes.
Now, they'll leave dog shit, branches, rocks, and whatever. They seem to hate cigarette butts and leaves. The petrified coiled piles of the choicest pieces of indigestible food and bacteria from the neighborhood dog's asses is fine! No cigarettes, please. |
| The metrosexual cat Sun, Mar 20 2005 03:44PM |  |
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| Full Frame Fri, Jan 7 2005 02:10PM |  |
|  | | Just out my front door. |
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How drunk was I? Sun, Mar 20 2005 03:48PM |  |
|  | Ever not download the pictures from your camera for a while and find something you can't identify?
I eventually figured out what this was. A virtual cookie, etc. | | 3 comments |
| Madison Ave's fucked up tree Fri, Jan 7 2005 02:09PM |  |
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| Inside Wed, Jan 5 2005 07:22AM |  |
|  | | Dashboard. Just what am I supposed to dash onto this surface? |
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Fri, Jan 7 2005 02:11PM |  |
|  | | I think about photographing this tree for years. I do it today, and they've built a house behind it. Bastards. |
| I love this place Tue, Jan 4 2005 09:20PM |  |
|  | | At the carwash! |
| More pictures Tue, Jan 4 2005 04:27PM |  |
|  | Stuff I saw on the adventure to wash Kat's car.
Does anyone know where I can dump my RV? | | 2 comments |
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TJ's House Fri, Jan 7 2005 02:10PM |  |
|  | It's at the top of that big hill.
It's named Monticello.
Now, I'm off to have sex with my slaves! |
| So, I bought a digital camera, finally. Tue, Jan 4 2005 04:25PM |  |
|  | | Canon SD20 | | 1 comment |
| Aww Mon, Dec 27 2004 03:49AM |  |
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Roadside Tue, Jan 4 2005 04:34PM |  |
|  | | Charlottesville has been around for a couple hundred years, so some of the roads meet in foul, logic defying ways. We're on the strip-mall covered eight lane death trap, over there is where the road used to be; before NOVA invaded Mr. Jefferson's Resort. The land before the mini-van, the SUV, and the annoying twelve year-olds on mopeds. I hate mopeds. Fuck them in their stupid asses. |
| Delphi, just how much of that kitten can you eat? Mon, Dec 27 2004 03:46AM |  |
|  | | They're licking each other. | | 3 comments |
| Hi Cayman! Mon, Dec 27 2004 03:07AM |  |
|  | | I photograph a friend's band. I go deaf in the process. :-) |
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What the fuck is wrong with old people? Mon, Dec 27 2004 03:24AM |  |
|  | So, I go pick up my roomate from his mom's house, a two hour drive. I roll up, his mom gets me stoned, and we have some dinner. We leave, taking an office chair with us, walking from the front door across the street to my car.
We're there for about three minutes trying to fit an office chair into my car (think elephant into a breadbox). Out of nowhere, old guy appears and demands to know what we're doing and why we're there. That's OK, it is his neighborhood. But no, he's rude, in addition to being woefully unobservant. The time is almost 11:00 in the pm; it's late and dark.
If you're and old guy, do you challenge two suspicious looking persons by yourself? The only way this is safe is if we're not suspicious.
In the end, after extended discussions between my roomate, his mom, and Old Guy, I give the finger to his wife and laugh in his face.
Fast forward to the morning of the 25th. One of my parents neighbors peeks out the window, turns off the light, and stares at us. Weird, it's not like my family hasn't lived there for over ten years.
What the fuck is wrong with old people? Here's a hint: if they walk out the front door of a house without loot they're probably your neighbors, not muggers. | | 5 comments |
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Ain't Hawaii putry? Mon, Dec 27 2004 03:02AM |  |
|  | | I decide that climing about a thousand feet down into Waipio valley, on the big is land of Hawaii, is a good idea. I blame the valley. |
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