Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Honeybee Day

Similar to Groundhog Day.
The bee saw her shadow, so we're in for
six more weeks of brutal summer heat.
This sucks.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

End Of Track

A rather useless notice for the general public,
and of limited use to train crews because by
the time you can read the sign it's way too late.
The yellow devices on the rails are there to keep
Union Pacific's property from accidentally rolling
off the 'End Of Track' and getting lost in the bushes.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Holy Crap!

This past weekend saw several racecars leave
the tracks and fly into the stands, with
fatal results.
So I was lucky.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Signs Signs Everywhere...

But I like how this photo turned out.
It was hard to get them all in the frame while retaining
some semblance of a decent composition, especially when
I'm constrained by my own self-imposed format of a
640x480pixel image.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Seven Little Bastards

Hi-Ho My Ass.
I know what you did to that poor girl.

And now look where you are.
Being hung in some stupid bitch's back window
and getting insulted on my crappy photoblog.

In a couple of years used cars are going to be priced
according to how badly their paint got fucked-up
by the various stickers everyone has.
You'll save $300 for every unfaded section in
the shape of a ribbon.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Who Are These Guys?

Before the bicycle cops were created, downtown SA
was mucho scary at night.
They have made a huge difference, and I want
to thank them for all of their hard work.
It must suck to spend eight hours on the hot streets
dealing with all manner of douchebags, foreign and domestic.
Pedalling around and feeling kinda wussy in your spandex.
No Thanks!
Seriously, these guys are the true studs of law enforcement.

Monday, August 08, 2005

A Little Help?

Doritos for dinner doesn't cut it.

I need to get better at helping others.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

More Grafitti Fun

A liberal with a spray-can gets their work
modified by a conservative with a screwdriver.
Kind of a Rock/Paper/Scissors thing?

On a boxcar we get a confession from some guy who
apparently masturbates to completion at strip clubs.
(Please submit your own caption/interpretation of this one.)

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Gulp, Indeed

Thanks for pointing that out.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Do You Mean Garage Sale?

Maybe there really IS a grage for sale, but
I doubt it.
And what's with all the duct tape?