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M is for Miscellany

Yesterday--clearly--I had nothing. Today: looking just as grim. But rather than break my pledge, I'll just chuck a few pictures up. They have nothing in common, other than the fact that they amuse me.


Me and Blaine, back in The Great War. We were dishonorably discharged right after this was taken.


It's so rare for these two to get along that when they have the odd moment--grooming each other or spooning--we go a bit camera nuts.


SportsWorld Park in Kitchener with KC and Swill. Speaks for itself, I think.



My niece, Rachael. I have no idea why we took these pictures, but I'm pretty sure we weren't actually that bored.


The single best photo my parents have ever taken.
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Beth said…
That pic of Moe & Gunther is the cutest frickin' thing I've ever seen! I can't wait to see those cats again! Oh yea, and you and Sarah too! :-P
3:20 am
Anonymous said…
Is that the usual grey t-shirt with the red collar and sleeves that makes you so recognizable under that army uniform?

Oh and that's quite the helmet you've got there....two actually.
11:11 am
Anonymous said…
Okay.
Need to break this down...

1) I love how everyone wore Old Navy t-shirts in The Great War. It made it easy after when we celebrated victory with that giant toga party in Versailles. I like how you are trying to look serious, but really you just dropped a load because you finished the beach mission.

2) These types of cat shots are cute. My biggest regret is the day that Logan and Laila made the perfect Yin/Yang symbol. They stirred when they heard me open the camera bag.

3) All I can think of is "Goggles Paisano". Dude. You are truly Super Dave.

4a&b) Rachel is Cute. You guys look like you're playing chess, and Rachel is winning.

5) Did your little car stop suddenly, pluncging you - crotch first - to painsville? :)

I was thinking about doing the "toilet series" of Jorge pictures. Seeing as my parents took a whack of those...
10:50 pm
Anonymous said…
You know what makes a photo a million times better? Helmets. Just look at the ones without helmets and compare them to the ones with helmets.

Speaking of which, I need to buy a new helmet.
9:21 am
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