Twenty-fiiiive.

Archiving Awesomeness

I'm doing some cleanup of the #MMC topic on IRC and I'd like to save this bit o' awesometimes.

GASOLEEN ON TEH RADIO!
http://www.wedg.com/snraudio/040307hour3.mp3
We're about 2:25 in.

I'MGONNAEATALLTHEJAM

and you'll have none for your dry, dry toast.

MooseStock

This is the flyer I made for my band's show at MooseStock tomorrow. Mostly just hung them up around the office the past couple days, but I was kinda proud. If you're reading this, you should come!

Henchmen: Part Deux

I saw the "OVERNIGHT GROUND FORCE SYSTEMS" truck again yesterday, southbound on W. Henrietta just like last time. I managed to get along side it and snapped this picture (while driving, ftw).

By the way, it's "Your Overnight Ground Force," not anyone else's.
Just in case you were confused.

Before, I might have thought it was at least a little clandestine in advertising what the company/ground forces is/are... but popping a big ol' phone number on the side of the truck doesn't really whisper "subtlety" to me as much as it seems to scream "HIRE YOUR THUGS HERE, MR. GOLDFINGER!"

Anyone feel like calling the number and helping unravel this mysterious truck of mystery?

Meanwhile, in a universe where bleed marks from a red sharpie turn into warring planets...

I got moved.

"Leia, hear me!"

So yeah, I got moved.

No longer in my own office, it's kind of sadtimes. I'm in a cubicle, next to the door in a small room full of cubicles. They say it's only supposed to be for "a couple weeks", but knowing the rate that construction has been proceeding around here, I won't be surprised if "a couple weeks" turns into "a whole bunch of weeks".

Robotman doesn't look like he's having a particularly good time either. Go easy on him, he just found out who his father is.

The scene outside my office

Panorama of the construction taking place outside my office door, minus the workers and noise.

(click to see it bigger)

Sodus Adventures

So this weekend we had some adventures in Sodus. We doggy-sat for Amy's parents, and it became readily apparent that, after being used to living in the city, there's not a whole lot to do in Sodus. So we went to the thriving metropolis that is Sodus Point, drove around the "loop," ate dinner, and sat by the lighthouse.

Alright, you caught me... this is a composite image. But all I did was put two different exposures together! I didn't paste her in or anything, I swear! Believe me, if it was heavily Photoshopped, she'd totally have extra extremities and stuff.

Ooh yeah. Flowers.

On the way back from Sodus Point, we passed a firehall and I couldn't help but laughing at this sign... only in the country, man. The other side to which it refers, was almost as funny... saying "POT OF GOLD - SOLD OUT". Now, I imagine that it refers to a "pot luck" dinner, which, for the uninformed, is a gathering where everyone brings a dish to pass, and people eat buffet-style. But it begs the question - how can a pot luck dinner be sold out?

Now, I'm not saying that graffiti is an unusual thing in and of itself, but I suppose I'm used to tags and more decorative work, especially on train cars. But apparently some fine chap decided it was entirely necessary to label this unfortunate hopper car for what it is.

A casual passerby in Sodus might not notice this in passing, but I suppose I'm not a casual Soduskan. I guess I wasn't aware of where people kept their 1800's-era steam-powered tractors and 1960's-era stovetops... which is next to their dilapidated barn, as I've come to understand.


These people are really taking the stereotypical redneck "old vehicle rusting in the front lawn" to a new extreme. +100 redness to the neck!

And of course, what would any trip to a small town be without boozing it up? And logically following, the obligatory out-of-focus, goofy-faced pictures.


fin.