(* as designed by Kroger and Temple Grandin)
So here’s like three hundred and something pictures.
I can’t possibly label them all so instead I’ll put some here with commentary.
They’re taken by cellphone so they mostly stink/are blurry with only a few delights to enrich and surprise which I will ruin right now:
In L.A. Noire, you can actually kill someone if you try hard enough.
My mother got this as a captcha and said, “Umm… Brooke, can you come look at this?”
I mean, what does that say to you?
And if it does say that, why isn’t anyone listening to its advice?
Many Friday and Saturday nights (11-2am?) you might find me at Carytown Sushi with the inexcusably hot Ms. Lynne. And then crazy stuff like this ^ happens. A brass band out there played for the masses and then crossed the street and played happy birthday to a lady without missing a beat (“literably!”). Lynne’s wild-eyed friend made me tip them $20 rather than getting change. All for a good cause I guess.
The cops came and we all thought there would be a beat-down, but they were responding to some call and left the festivities alone. (go RVA!) I just like that this girl is looking at the camera. There were so many teenie-babies in carytown, even at the hookah shop. Like going to the mall.
Do I like it cause it’s beautiful or because it looks like a titty?
A little of column A, a little of column B. Hey bebe, nice columns.
The day after rapture day (May 21st) I put on my shirt from the Bioshock release party not even realizing that it had “Welcome to Rapture” on the front. That was funny.
I was going through some archives today and saw that I had actually taken a picture of an RV at a rest area with May 21st fearmongering pap all over it. I think I took it either in 2010 or early 2011. If I was less lazy I’d go find it for you and if you were less lazy you’d care that I did it. Luckily, we’re perfect for each other.
From The Young Ones. I watched this episode on rapture day not even knowing that it would mention the four horseman of the apocalypse.
I not only find this pug funny-looking, I find it funny on a genetic level. How can you evolve like this? Seems totally counter-productive excepting that people take pity on your mental and physical defects and give you a home and a bowl of dog chowder.
The window in my parent’s shed. I just like it. Reminds me of the decaying-beauty girl on Tumblr that braves dangerous wastelands and takes pictures of abandoned Richmond stuff. She’s brilliant.
Socialism isn’t cool, but poverty and homelessness are the tops! This guy had some other right-wing stickers, but look at the state of the inside of his car. Do you really want to take his political advice when he can’t even keep his dash tidy?
Another Kroger shot. I take it with a sense of humor. Someone else grabbed this and said, “oh, your Aunt Hindquarters will just looove this!”
My brother asked me why it was mysterious AND mystifying? I was stupefied.
This was my wedding photo in a nice old frame. That’s me on the right, wearing a kilt. Someone wanted to reuse the frame so they pulled my photo out and it stuck to the glass leaving this very odd impression. I really like it. Plus, it protects the identity of the woman who was insane enough to marry me who also happens to be the only one of my ex’s who refuses to talk to me. Unless you count Sarah, but maybe she just didn’t get my email.
We had a bunny get stuck in the fence in our new back yard. It knew we were trying to help as it went all limp and allowed us to try and squeeze and manipulate it in order to get it through. Nothing worked. Finally I got those wire cutters and clipped a piece of the fence and bent it back. He ran away and only turned to say, “thanks gents, right kind of ya! here’s a pile of musket balls i made myself.”
I don’t like to brag (I do), but I have the looooongest jumper cables in the world. They are huge. Just ask Katie. I saved her Prius even though that battery isn’t even normal. I had to look up where to sink my teeth in on the internet. You pull out this silver tab and hook the other one on the frame. Nothing exploded, but her daughter did shut her finger in the door. And there was blood and tears.
You can’t see what a perfectly round ball the sun was, sitting in the little nook on the horizon. Ah well. My only caption for this when I posted it on Tumblr was: “I love you.” Who did I mean? The sun? The viewer? All that is? I forgot actually. I was in a semi-soft jazz mood. Ew.
Never has Krusty the clown looked so scary. I bought a hookah at the Carytown Hookah shop for our little side porch.
More hookah shop stuff. I think one of the pictures I took is of a glass-bowl PUG?
As my brother was making a fritata he got an email telling him to make a fritata.
Can’t get it up? Can’t urinate on command? You need Johnson Controls!
(Sorry, I have a visual imagination/sense of humor.)
One of my favorite persons who will be leaving me for Seattle this month I think. :_(
Do people really leave Richmond, Virginia? It always gets you back eventually, right?
A pirate party for my nephew’s 1st birthday. My brother made an apple and banana “crab” (shaped) cake. Of course, the theme was just for the adults because I don’t think Liam even made conscious recognition of all the pirate business.
They had a bubble machine. I like that a bubble decided to highlight david’s mouth.
“I am the eye in the sky, looking at yoooooooouuuuu oooohhh oooh, I can read your mind!”
My brother in the backyard. Pink balloon. No context.
Brit’s bruvah. Got to love that Mogwai shirt.
There was some crazy-ass corn hole going on that day.
I can’t wait to have my own house-warming party (this one was family-only, sorry.) Not sure if we will try and merge my old, bitter, cynical, drunkard friends with max and britt’s young, fresh, and hip friends. Would be interesting, anyway.
One dog stands alone. This was what I found when excavating the new grill post-cookout.
Behind our house is the “alley of 1000 smells” ~ it goes on forever. This is the guardian of said alley. Gotta love Northside alleys, you can just traipse about in there all day. Carry your beer, nothing to fear!
Torch in the back yard taken in reverse color… or batman? You decide.
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It was just a fun day with a friend of mine who I’ve known for 6 years or something. Fugghediboutit. Some kids tried to sell us handmade records for $5. We shared a beach for a bit with a cute puppy and a young hottish complainy girlfriend. My beer storage compartment (belly) was raging and on display for all to see. I saved her from being swept away by the current, I think. That is a palm frond coming out of my crotch-hole and I can’t remember what possessed me to do that, but I wasn’t in all that sober a mood.
