(March 27, 2012, in a wild corner of the Camp J wilderness.)
Apr 1, 2012
Genetics
Sir, If you had a son it would undoubtedly take after the Old Man.
(March 27, 2012, in a wild corner of the Camp J wilderness.)
(March 27, 2012, in a wild corner of the Camp J wilderness.)
Prrivacy
I confess this photo is staged. The macho pickup/camper and the manly John Deere 318 were placed for a reason. Namely, I need the Chuck Norris points after having, and I swear this is true, made drapes. I really haven't had all that much trouble with tourist ladies hiding in the bushes with binoculars, hoping I'll change shirts or something in the wide open living room, but you never know.
In further defense, I created the curtains in a way that would never occur to a cute fellow in the lime green jumper and yellow ascot.
It is perfectly possible to create window-treatment elegance with a vintage flannel sheet printed with what someone (maybe the fellow mention supra) believed to be an authentic American Indian motif. It merely requires pinking (blush) shears, a Stanley 30-foot tape measure, a stapler, and a roll of Gorilla tape. The latter two items help fabricate the tunnel through which the curtain rod goes.
N.B. Above the window hangs a nicely scoped .30-06 in further testimony to my masculine status. It was cropped out, however, too black, because my three volt cockroach by Canon couldn't solve the contrasty light problems.
In further defense, I created the curtains in a way that would never occur to a cute fellow in the lime green jumper and yellow ascot.
It is perfectly possible to create window-treatment elegance with a vintage flannel sheet printed with what someone (maybe the fellow mention supra) believed to be an authentic American Indian motif. It merely requires pinking (blush) shears, a Stanley 30-foot tape measure, a stapler, and a roll of Gorilla tape. The latter two items help fabricate the tunnel through which the curtain rod goes.
N.B. Above the window hangs a nicely scoped .30-06 in further testimony to my masculine status. It was cropped out, however, too black, because my three volt cockroach by Canon couldn't solve the contrasty light problems.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 17, 2012
With me pike upon me shoulder
And you're of the country, aren't ye, lad?
Aye, the son of kings. Maybe the kings of the Annaly bogs but p'raps of the Fearghael kings of of the wild Wickelow mountains. 'tis hard to says since the bloody English burned the baptisimal certificates. Anyway, won't I be celebratin' this lovely day in a quiet manner? And won't I not be be with the Germans and Dutch and like pretendin' raff in Emmetsburg? And even if a few sons of the Auld Sod be there, haven't I already seen me Paddy brothers and sisters brawling' and pukin' in the streets before and them not even knowing about Colonel Farrell up on Kilgarry Mountain?
But if you're of another mind, lad, don't I wish ye the best of St. Patrick's Day, and as an act of kindness don't I remind ye to keep a few punt in your boot for bail money when the black and tans jug ye just for bein' what youse are.
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