The place where we add extra pictures to make it through the weekend. Dive on in.
The Yankee said “That guy was wondering what you were doing, taking his picture.”
“Oh he knows,” I said.
Some genius set fire to Toomer’s Corner early this morning. The media have been using the expression “caught fire” which suggests that the trees spontaneously combusted. I submit that no blaze would have been created without the presence of an arsonist with low mental acuity.
It has become difficult to go down there and not be disgusted with people in general. But we drove by last night. At the red light I rolled down the window and took this picture blindly. Managed to get Samford, the old eagle and the tree all in one frame. If I never get to do it again, that isn’t a bad one:
Said the same thing the last time I rolled it, after the national championship.
Great light at the homestead:
I see this poster every so often. I want to own a copy of it, but you can’t find it for sale. Ah well:
So we’re at Bed, Bath and Beyond, because we like to buy multi-dimensional things. Also, they have a good kettle corn we like. We were there to pick up a few bags, but we found that it was all — gasp! — beyond the “Best by” date. And not just barely beyond the date, but four whole days beyond.
I point this out as a joke to the young cashier. She is mortified.
“I can’t sell you this!”
Yes you can. And I want to buy it.
She calls her manager, who is quickly brought up to speed and is equally chagrined. I insist on buying it. I’d only mentioned it to make a pretend scene, not a real one. And now, for the first time ever, the act of scene making has actually done something.
The manager calls in her regional distributor. And he conducts a straw poll of Bed, Bath and Beyond shareholders and spectral bodies. They finally decide they can sell me the popcorn. But they will only do it for half price:
We opened the bag that had aged beyond the “Best by” stamp. It was merely sufficient.
These were all the movies we could have watched instead of Twilight:
Note that the debuting film isn’t even on the marquee. I think the theater was embarrassed by the act of showing the movie. Not so embarrassed they wouldn’t take your money, though.
