In my almost-three years here, I’ve combated a veritable platoon of parking tards who insist on hanging their vehicles’ asses over the edge of our driveway apron to varying degrees of idiocy and inconsideration. Some dangle out juuuuuust enough to make it moderately inconvenient to back out or pull into my side of the tight …
I don’t trouble myself or my point-and-shoot cam with equalized exposure settings and such, I just snap ’em and stitch ’em, like this series of three taken around 5:30 p.m. Friday from the 8th floor of the El Segundo garage behind the building I work at (click to enlarge): Previous LAX shot, here.
…going up in there with nothing but a paper towel and a prayer to grab and pull undigested and unknown lengths of string stuck dangling out of the back end of your string-eating pup. Today’s was about eight inches long. Lovely — and shut up! If I can do it without hurling you can read …
I couldn’t help but climb aboard the Platform Of Truth (aka “the scale”) after all my exertions with the patio yesterday and found that I’ve descended to 222 pounds. I’ll probably pop back up to 224 or more as everything settles, but I can’t blame it on water loss. I must’ve downed a 12-pack of …
I’ll keep it simple… mostly. With the new streamlined computer came the need to streamline the workspace. In a nutshell, that meant losing not only the old eMac, but the PowerMac 7600 that I kept around just for old time’s sake. That also meant getting rid of the improvised desk that was basically a slab …