Are Kids Crazy?

This is Aaron jumping over his sister Sarah on his skateboard last night.
(No ramp because that's for pussies.)
Are they both nuts to try this stunt?
Or are their mother, 2 aunts and grandmother insane for letting
them do it?
Twice.
What about Aunt Syl who actually let him jump over her, too?
(Because of peer pressure, and she's old enough to know better.)
(Click On It!)
Looks like 'Uncle' Zzakk is the only one in this bunch
with any sense. Knowing he has no power of veto, he quietly
bags the shot and laughs all the way to the blog.

Fairdale Apartments

Just after sunset one day I found myself back on the other
side of town, near the apartments where I used to live.
Made up of one-story duplexes, this place was VERY
affordable and there was a convenience store 40 feet from
my front door, so cold beer was...convenient.
On the downside, the place was an absolute shithole.
I suppose it was fine for those who like having someone knock on
their door at 3am trying to sell crack cocaine.
Then there was the random gunfire, toothless people who
try to talk to you but you can't understand what they're saying.
Can YOU sleep soundly when there are patched bullet holes in the
wall?
It's hard to believe I spent 6 years there.
My apartment was haunted by a violent spirit, too. I have four witnesses, and scars.

Possom Kingdom

Rather common around here, but disgusting nonetheless.
Come on, a marsupial in Texas? With a prehensile tail?
With the endearing habits of digging through the trash
or nosing around the patio door while you're trying to
watch TV?
No thanks.
This specimen was half a meter in length, and smelled
like ass. And she dropped a litter of babies so we get
to deal with her bad habits for years to come.
(Click on the picture to get a closer look at the giant rat.)

Reason #59

Why I always have my camera with me.
When you're going into the pharmacy you
want to look your best, so those neck hairs must go!
Shot through two car windows, but it's plain enough
what's going on, especially with this new version.
Please click on the thumbnail for the full-size evidence.

'Tis The Season...

...for ugly holiday sweaters.
Usually a hand-made gift from your grandmother, so you're
obligated to wear it on Christmas Day and when you visit her.

Why is this worthy of Zzakk's Garage you ask?
Because I shot this several weeks before Christmas.
In a bar.

So it looks to me like this fool just likes his sweater.
The women avoided him all night but I doubt he cared,
if you know what I mean.

SONY Steps In Shit

This cartoon was in my newspaper the same day that
The State Of Texas filed a lawsuit against SONY
for including nasty SpyWare on their music CDs.
When played in the CDROM of a Windows computer
that doesn't have 'Auto-Run' disabled the disc will
install a small program that contacts the mothership
(Sony) and tells them if you have illegally copied the
music files, shared them on the web, or otherwise
violated some copyright law.
Big Brother Indeed!
But even worse is the fact that sloppy work by the
spyware's author enables hackers to exploit it and
attack computers belonging to the unknowing people
who's only mistake was to play a fucking Celine Dion disc
while surfing for inspirational websites that chronical
the successes experienced by the copper-bracelet
crowd.
It's sad that the only assholes who are going to lose
their jobs over this are the incompetent programmers
who botched the code and clued everyone in on the fact
that the corporate world plays hardball, and we all suffer
for it as often as we benefit.

Sony is offering replacement discs if you need one.
Consider yourselves warned.

Birdwatching

Another new hobby of mine is birdwatching, or
"Birding", which is the term preferred by those
of us who engage in this thrilling pasttime.
Nothing compares to lurking in the damp bushes
armed with binoculars, camera, Peterson's Field Guide,
and some beef jerky and beers. Body-checking the
retired guy who's spot you've just stolen...
You never know what never-before-seen species will reveal
itself and allow you to make a checkmark (Pencil only, please!)
in your birding logbook.
I'm getting hard just thinking about it!
Well, here's my crowning glory. The bird photo that's
going to make me famous.
Sheer perfection.

Beat That, Gramps!!