Things I do.

I made audio recordings of the sad victims of the shoe cult. I made audio recordings of the makers of tablet apps for cars. I make money. I can not buy my freedom.

The Drink Coaster of Mighty Paraoh

A photo of the understated common stuff of the world's biggest philanthropist. Even he doesn't want drink rings on his end table.

Graffiti war IV

I am actually getting worse at doing this: too many words, too small to read and the graphic is getting old. No one sees this anyway and I am decaying into my base elements.

http://evaporationofjim.blogspot.com/2012/06/graffiti-war.html

http://evaporationofjim.blogspot.com/2012/10/graffiti-war-update.html

http://evaporationofjim.blogspot.com/2012/10/graffiti-war-3.html

http://evaporationofjim.blogspot.com/2013/06/graffiti-war-update.html

In Awe

Titan casts a shadow on Jupiter.

Many Obtuse, Intersecting Adventures Signifying Nothing

DO NOT BELIEVE ANYTHING YOU SEE ON "REALITY" TV. Three days on a popular real estate show (with nice people, crew, producer and talent and it being a relatively benign show) and the story, as usual is entirely pre cooked and digested before the viewers see it as a sort of suspense filled game show. It's all crap. I did eat well and get to spend much of a beautiful fall Veteran's day on Lake Washington on a mother F&^$@#ing boat.  Also corporate meetings are boring even for companies making life saving equipment.

Getting old sucks and I wake up ever night and question my existence.

That's a drown squirrel floating next to a houseboat.

Es ist nicht gemuchlichkeit.

Golly, I Like Her...

I can't and won't live with out her. She is awesome. Thanks Universe, she is just right.

Teaser

Coming soon….maybe. Maybe not. Nobody reads

this shit anyway.

The Continuing Hilarity of the Corporate Skit!

Still .00078% more funny than head lice!

Some days are long and the soul crushing pain intense. Forgive us Obi-Wan, the dark side was strong….

The Dream Dies Hard.

The El Camino. The shameful lust object of my early fifties is an unattainable bitch goddess.  I have seen many of the surviving specimen, and in aggregate they are decaying and literally withering unto dust. I drove a 1979 GMC Caballero (the GMC clone of the el Camino) today and while it was most immpressive mechanically, all the 1970's plastic ( of which there is much) was dissolving into a fine cornmeal and the styrofoam  in a fine powder: I was quite explicitly breathing the car as I drove it. It was also beige, a color so non committal as to surrender only thoughts of viral infection and condominium bathroom wall colors.  It was sorrowful. The glacier has moved and these vehicles have been left behind. I shall not.