By request
This shouldn't count for the leg shot, 'cause you can't really see 'em. Also, I only wear the Nazi outfit for The Hipster, so no requests.
posted by Harry at 4:28 PM
Thursday, September 15, 2005
This shouldn't count for the leg shot, 'cause you can't really see 'em. Also, I only wear the Nazi outfit for The Hipster, so no requests.
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No, that absolutely does not count for the legs shot...
Hey, what're you wearing under that thing?
But, yeah... What Roy said ;-)
Anything worn under that?
Naw, it all works great!
Indeed, Mark. You said it!
Actually, it's all on a need to know basis. ;-)
The anon up there was me. Swine computer of mine keeps making me anonymous. Hmph.
Where are those legs, Harry, that you keep promising us?!
Actually, it's all on a need to know basis. ;-)
How old is Daring Dayton nowadays?
Daring Dayton is Two as can be. He's a rare tear when he's happy. When we take something away, holy shitth! Still, he's the greatest.
Well, well. How's it going, Cousin Harry?
Harry, I really love your squirrel stories - and I wanted so much to comment on that last one where you said you could almost feel the little buggers breathing on your neck. But that spam blogger is intimidating. I think you should delete his comments. B*****d that he is.
But, ya know, I think you are correct in siding with the Corvids. I've noticed we have VERY few squirrels in our neighborhood, yet we do have a pair of cranky crows. I think the crows always win [said in a whisper] I think there was a movie about that once...
Two is really a lovely age in a child - although really all ages are - both lovely and terrifying at the same time ;-)
Harry - how long have you been playing the pipes?
My wife could recite all kinds of interesting facts about corvids, which I can't, which lend on to believe they are among the most clever gangsters of the bird world. They are amazingly intelligent. Maybe that's why they have such prominent places in human mythology. I dig 'em for some reason. Squirrels, I don't dig. I loved it when Springheel Jack had a couple for dinner one summer.
Hey Cousin Mark, I've been playing the pipes for about 32 years. When I've been practicing, I sound like I actually learned something over all that time. When I haven't been practicing, it can sound as though I haven't played in 32 years. :-) Still, it's been fun, so I keep doing it. Thus I still have some chops...I just misplace them now and then.
Daring Dayton is a dream come true for sure. We are trying to enjoy him as much as possible now, and seal those memories deep inside.
Lately, his favorite thing is to pickup a lego as though to practice his two-seam fastball with it. I tell him not to, and he fakes a few throws with a wicked little grin before actually letting fly. Oh boy. The next few years are really gonna be fun.
I find that just amazingly impressive! I got a love of the pipes from my dear mother, the Stewart.
If crows are the clever gangsters, then I'm thinking that yellow-billed magpies are the loud-mouthed wannabes that make a lot of noise while waiting in line to get into nightclubs and when they aren't let in, go in large packs to vandalize someone's car.
I just learned your initial comment spam was to advertise a product intended to block comment spam.
I just saw a yellow-billed toucan (speaking of yellow-billed magpies) in a pet store yesterday while walking down the N-Judah tracks to the beach. He had a very large "ON SALE" sign on his cage. I wonder if that says anything about his temperament?
Swime computer. I think Wiggy has lost her identity along with her mind. Such is life.
If fact, the other day when I tried to log onto everyone's blogs, I was given the page "Access Denied". At first, I started to feel a little offended, but then I realized that the whole scenario must be some sort of right-wing conspiracy (possibly having some connection to Bushco).
SEE?!
Anonynous: It isn't a right-wing conspiracy. It's the by-product of people too cheap to use anything but Blogger for their blogs.
He he he!
I just learned your initial comment spam was to advertise a product intended to block comment spam.
Don't you just love that? I truly believe a new reality show called "kill the spammer" would really get a big market. Anti-spammer teams go to the houses of spammers and do all kinds of horrible stuff, right in front of the hand-held camcorder...awesome.
-Roy (It's not a conspiracy in this case--I don't log in at work.)
I can't figure out any of this crap. It is undoubtedly a conspiracy, but I think it has more to do with the Illuminati. Or maybe jsut a cabal of evil magpies.
It's the by-product of people too cheap to use anything but Blogger for their blogs.
...or too broke ;-)
Hey Harry, where are those legs you promised me?
Heck, Harry, I know the semester is in full swing and things are busy crazy - but I think you are just trying to AVOID the whole legs routine. Hey, if Hip can show his - so can you.
Maybe I should just have my daughter swing by your office and take a quick surprise photo... She was part of the paparazzi of the Manteca Bulletin and Tracy Press for a couple of years...
Hahah. Actually, Wiggy, my wife has kindly consented to take said photo. Just gotta get around to it. I'll make sure it happens this week.
I leave the semester behind when I walk out the door of this ivy-covered hall, but then the World of Daring Dayton takes over.
We recently taught Double D to say "Go Giants!" They need all the help they can get, even though they are making a run late in the day.
Harry, you and your wife are bringing up Daring Dayton very well, I can tell!
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