Because the Future of Tomorrow Is the Never of Today.
IT'S PEOPLE! (Specifically, YOU.) IT'S PEOPLE WHO ARE YOU!!!
THIS is why I do not like to leave the city. (The house is there for scale.)
Pretending this toddler swing was an X-wing. Then this happened.
Greatest thing ever? Or the End of Days?
Weirdest to-the-death struggle ever. Trees 1, trout fishermen 0.
Look! Ordinary grilled cheese sandwiches, for me & my boy. I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!
Internet, meet my undershorts-and-laptop protege.
Are twitpic's servers behaving any better than Twitter's? My dog wants to know.
C'mon. She's really just asking to be eaten.
Come on, Coney! Meausure up!
In re: this kiddie ride, my son declares, "It makes my penis want to throw up."
Coffee after show. Actual Polo mkting meeting going on at next table. Next stop Earth. (I hope.)
In the land of women.
This book is in the car they sent. What's the psychology there? Get ready to DEFY DEATH?
'Course, mastering the Grass Valley switcher (http://bit.ly/21BTQx) also qualifies one to run the giant Death Star laser!
H. watches "Hamlet," performed in the park across from our apt. This wins the city v. suburb contest, TKO.
Posbly the most beautiful morning I've ever lived thru. (HINT: count my brunch companions. A factor?)
Still, that having been said...
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