Well, I made it to the cemetery, but the office is in the midst of moving the system over to computer, so I didn't get to drink my Arnold palmer six feet above the carcass of a famous TV dwarf. I was told to call back in a week or two, when the system is fully on-line.
I hopped back on the 40 bus, went to the Swap Shop, bought a pile of tasty veggies at the grocer-realm out front, and caught the 2pm show of the circus. I'm pleased that they don't have that many animal acts... 99% human acts, save for the elephants. I don't know why the caution sign mentioned horses, tigers, lions or loud explosions. Also, isn't that caution sign considered notice?
Note almost invisible scary zombie kid at the bottom, peering at me.
Some other pictures from my trip - This entry is about signage
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It occurred to me that I live I live in a pulp universe, watered down.
There are blimps, dinosaurs (teeny-tiny ones, everywhere), private eyes, dames in trouble, dangerous dames, thugs, gunslingers, town drunks, big cars... good guys that aren't so good, and bad guys that are even worse. Foggy streets, rainy days, steamy jungles, back ally brawls.
Frogs : A Chorus of Colors
Comic Book Gorillarama!
Bro called last night to let me know he was tight on cash. I asked if he'd applied at the local hotels and fast food joints, and got conflicting answers. I told him to spend a bare minimum of 8 hours a day looking for work until he finds it, and pointed him to work force one. I let him know in no uncertain terms that I'm happy to support his search but I'm not lending him any money. He peeved me by mentioning all sorts of court costs that the lawyer said didn't exist.