I'll write more about our trip west soon (yeah, really), but, until then, here's a picture of pert'near the whole clan.
Scary. (Click on the picture to embiggen, if you dare)
And, isn't sanity really just a one-trick pony anyway? I mean all you get is one trick, rational thinking, but when you're good and crazy, oooh, oooh, oooh, the sky is the limit. - The Tick
Friday, July 23, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Now That's Just Wrong
Adam and I were heading into a Subway restaurant for lunch yesterday, and we spotted a dead bug in the parking lot. It was a beetle, and it was, I kid you not, at least as big as Adam's fist.
Now, I'm not one to freak out at the sight of a bug, and I didn't yesterday, but... come on. This was one of those bugs that you're only supposed to encounter because some scientist trekked to far away lands and brought back a specimen tacked to a board. You know, one of those bugs you're happy is in far away lands, not at the freaking Subway.
We're learning to get by down here in the land of deep fried food and deep fried weather, but there is a limit to what I'm willing to tolerate in the normal course of my day, and a bug the size of a Sherman tank is pretty dang close to that limit.
Now, I'm not one to freak out at the sight of a bug, and I didn't yesterday, but... come on. This was one of those bugs that you're only supposed to encounter because some scientist trekked to far away lands and brought back a specimen tacked to a board. You know, one of those bugs you're happy is in far away lands, not at the freaking Subway.
We're learning to get by down here in the land of deep fried food and deep fried weather, but there is a limit to what I'm willing to tolerate in the normal course of my day, and a bug the size of a Sherman tank is pretty dang close to that limit.
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