Carlos' Digit.

"... he had a baretta with a bar-rubbed off serial digit. And I know he got it from Carlos the Midget..."

I guess I don't particularly approve of firearms, really. Guns, grenades & bombs, other sorts of explosive devices, riffles and that sort of thing are not my kind of item. Still, it occasionally occurs to me that, after the Apocalypse, Armageddon or social-order-collapsing revolution, there isn't going to be much that my business experience and amateur photographic skills will be any good for.

Some days I feel like, if I knew how to fire a weapon, grow food without the help of my local garden center, or build an electric car out of trash that I find in the street I and my family would be much more secure should the worst possible scenario take place.

Maybe I should even learn to fish, too.

Anyone out there know how to make tofu from scratch?

Either way, if any of these scenarios do take place, this photograph reminds me of where I would like to be when I am weathering that storm.

Note the greenness of the locale.

Pink Flamingo, Panther Stomp-out.

At one time I worked in an office. Actually, I have worked in a lot of offices, but I am thinking of one in particular. The first office I worked in, actually. There were a lot of grabby people in that office and for some reason it was not considered taboo to grab a colleague's beverage and take a drink from it. I found this very irritating which, I think, is quite reasonable. One day I decided to start bringing chocolate rice and/or soy milk to work with me. That solved it.

Also, the guy with the Panther tattoo came back. The sheer violence with which he stomped that dandelion to death was astounding. Nearly forces me to stutter.

Maybe he was assing out a cigarette and the dandelion just got in the way. Either way it was astounding.

There is a forest behind the screen in the background. I thought I should mention this as a way of keeping myself on-theme.