:: Econ and Chase catch a crab :: "Bohemian Rhapsody" by the Hillsdale Graduation Weekend Singers :: Malbec intimidates Pinot :: Juan revs the Sunbird :: Ten Second Film Fest submissions:
Rolling down a hill Cow licks a pole Katie lights her first match
Perhaps deceiving, this image shows the crashwagon in peril, perched at the edge of a ditch better described as a cliff.
It was 9 a.m. when I arrived at a train bridge to photograph volunteers repainting a mural. With the 55 mph highway in mind, I strayed far onto the shoulder before parking. Forty minutes later, my rear-wheel drive was coaxing the back of my wagon over the edge of a 15-foot embankment full of vegetation and trees. I paused, reoriented my wheels and made one more effort. I envisioned a barrel roll into the bush: a foolhardy destruction. And I called it quits and called a tow truck.
Meanwhile ...
The Comedy of Lynchburg Katie's new N-V position (which comes with an office) is not without its share of new never-seen co-workers at the printing press some 60 miles away. But before today -- a day featuring the Comedy of the Cliff and chicken burned by crock pot -- she had never made clear how awesome the faceless pressman might be.
Known only by voice, they are: H.T. Bear, Allen, Larry, and Larry (who goes by Allen).
Zach kindly pointed me to this video of a bear falling onto a trampoline. This prompted Econ to show us the other video of bear fight (the one where the one bear shits).
Somehow, YouTube, in its infinite wisdom, linked me to this, what it calls the worst fight scene ever. And I'll admit, it's pretty bad (and funny). I'm not sure I'm ready to throw out "worst fight scene ever" about it, though. And what's the best fight scene ever? You be the judge.
(In case you were wondering, no, I do not have a job yet. The Argus Press told me today that they hired someone more familiar with the area. So its back to the drawing board.)
