Picture Thread, 2012.

It's almost a triple rainbow!!!!

Today.

Friday's lunch.

11 1/2 years old now, and still lookin' like a princess.

Visitor in the yard.

^And visitor POOP in the front yard.

One of the recycling bins by the newsroom printers (yes, we have two of them that size).

Met some friends for dinner tonight at a local bar/restaurant/laundromat/car wash.

Bison burger.



Lamb burger.



A pretty crappy Beatles cover band. They tried hard, but just...

BOO! (I REALLY wish I knew why the fuck it turns them sideways...)

As you can see, I'm losing weight (and more importantly, extra neck.)

Do you ever smile?

Can you think of something I have to smile about?

Hair club for men?

I thought you were a highly talented and successful writer. Is that not something to smile about?

My wife's chocolate chipotle cupcakes.

That's something to be content with. Watching Michael Moore fall down a flight of stairs would be something to smile about.

A friend joined the Army a little over a year ago. Since they don't allow pets at boot camp, he had to find homes for his cat and dog. I took the dog. This week the girl who took the cat moved into a place that didn't allow pets so I got the cat as well. Their heartfelt reunion is chronicled here:

Highway to Hell.

The neighbor's feeder attracts little birds. Little birds attract:

^Hey, can anybody identify that thing? Nothing in my Audobon book looks right.

Leaving dinner at my Uncle and Aunts house, my Uncle snapped this shot......

The Fam!

Okay Dan, Mr. Science, this is for you.

This a locust tree, growing on the farm, on the side of the tree is a fungus.



On the underside of the growing fungus is some cicada shells. (Molting cicada on shown below)



Yeah, that's right, the old cicada shells are being enveloped by the fungus. The big one is the most recent, but the little legs are being consumed.



The two out on the edge have been there a while, you can even see the fungus coming in through the center of the oldest shell.



Molting cicada

Whenever we have shoots scheduled in the southeast part of the city, we try to make a point of eating at a place that serves the best fried chicken I've ever had that wasn't cooked by my grandma. Of course, she didn't put lemon pepper on hers, so this might even be a tiny bit better.





For fans of Man Versus Food and that Guy Fieri show, this place is just down the street from Big Lou's Pizza (the place with the giant pizzas).

On the way to work this morning...

Happens at least once a month there, and the clearance is clearly marked. You'd think they'd have made a higher trestle in an industrial section full of warehouses.

You'd also think more drivers would be more aware of how tall their rigs are.