Foto Phriday

This is sort of cheating, in that it's a flatbed scan rather than a photograph, but close enough. I found this 3x5 card in the parking lot at work. The lack of context and lack of resolution to the implied question are both intriguing. Was this person trying to make a case to his manager? Was this card part of speaker's notes for a revolutionary leader? The world may never know.

MY CHILDREN!

I saw one of those minivan/SUV-rear-window-sticker-things yesterday. It showed two children, and the caption said

♥ MY CHILDREN

I think it was supposed to be a statement of fact, but dropping the subject turned it into a command.

Theravada and the Art of Scooter Maintenance

The scooter also needed a new spark plug. We've done the appropriate fixes, and here's the result.

DANGER

We had to get a new battery for the scooter. The package in which it came had warnings all over to explain exactly how corrosive the battery acid was. The picture of a hand being eaten away is actually pretty funny. Also note the "This End Up" symbol that looks like a robot face.

As usual, click to embiggen.

Vive la République!

Happy Bastille Day!

New Character - Bigfoot Lady

The woman at work who used to hunt for Bigfoot was peeking out of a door yesterday before walking into a hallway. It looked something like this. Click to embiggen.

Scoot on Out

Son's minibike is getting too small. It is rated for under 150 lbs., and Son runs between 148 and 153 right now. Whenever I drive around town, I keep my eyes open for a used dirt bike, but the one I saw a while back was gone when I came back through from my errand. Alas.

GPop is off this week (and next, which is our trip to SF, in case you forgot), and he proclaimed that it was Barn Cleaning Day. Once they removed the piles of crap, they found all of the parts of the 1986 Honda Elite 80 scooter we had in the barn.


Son was excitipointed (excited and disappointed, all in one). I think he wanted a real dirt bike that could leap tall buildings in a single bound, etc., but at the same time, this was here and, barring a battery charge and fresh tank of gas, ready to go.

He told me that maybe it wasn't going to carry his weight, but when I let him know that it could haul my fat @$$ at about 30-35 mph on flat roads, he realized that maybe this was going to be OK. The battery is charging as I type this.

Remind me sometime to tell you the history of the scooter.

Ten Years

On Thursday, we missed celebrating ten years in our house.

We went to a wedding shower for a cousin today. GPop had hard time with that vs. a bridal or baby shower. To be fair, so did another guest.

As Seen on Teevee

We watched the PBS American Experience documentary, The Summer of Love, last night to show Son some of the history of San Francisco. Son is intrigued by the Hippie movement, and this encapsulated the highlights of that year.

When we get out there for vacation, we're certainly going to see some of the Haight-Ashbury locations from the video. Son wants to talk to a real hippie. That might be a little trickier. It's not as though they have office hours.

Next up: The Times of Harvey Milk.