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This entry was supposed to be posted last week. I did not post it last week because I have an excuse. A most grand excuse. One that would surely incite the reaction, "Oh, that explains it," and then you would understand completely.
Fortunately, I did not miss the power outage last week. Nay, [i]three[/i] power outages here in Denver. These California imitations are courtesy of the boiling sky of last week...breaking records from the 1800's. I think it was 5 consecutive 100-106 degree days (in the midst of 20 straight 90+ degree days), thus melting the mountains and leaving the city with a sticky view of Utah. Ah, well. The nighttime neighborhood never looked better in such blackness. Electricity is an obnoxious guest sometimes. With every passing vehicle (when I was 'cooling down' in the night heat) I did my most subtle zombie, hoping to inspire mass zombie invasion panic. I've got to work on it a smidge.
PS.- I was off on another undisclosed adventure this past weekend. That sort of tied me up.
Okay...a few long overdue NYC pics:
(drag...I saved the images as bitmaps...they're much smaller than I anticipated)
What if all the billboards were paintings? Or, at least, separate scenes in a Calvin & Hobbes comic strip. No no, simply too good of offerings for garish Times Square. (though some pictured here were tolerable)
Does it look like its pointing at something to you, too?
Have you ever seen a frog so big?
Ground Zero had a banner signing for London two days after the bombing.
I signed it.
1. A small, blurry molecule floating near One New York Plaza
3. The man who owns my camera
Lovely wildlife in NYC.
The people are nice, too. A little strange, but it might just be my imagination.
Even more reflectier in person.
So I happened to plop on a bench with a couple of Central Park birdwatchers. The circled area is the nest of Pale Male, a resident red tail hawk since 1994, with a vast white belly. 23 offspring now occupy the park. Hey, buddy, I only asked for the time, not for an extensive local avian history. Some people.
Instead of surveillance cameras, NYC employs vicious, flesh-eating pygmy attack pigeons for the red light runners.
It's just a flesh wound.
Alan Tudyk (was awesome)
David Hyde Pierce (is totally short)
My friends at the Stage Deli that night. I left the dark green "pickle" as an unspoken sign to the waitress...that dark green "pickles" taste like heck and back. His pickle buddy was effing scrumptious, however.
R.I.P. temporary beard
"Goodbyyyye my Coney Island baaaaabe!"
Yarrr! 'Tis the finest pirate ship kite I laid me salt-pricked peepers 'pon.
No coaster is safe with the Daddy in town. (this one was pretty darn good, too)
Much of the rest of the amusement parks (yes, they had a couple), however, were creepy husks of extinct fun. It was kind of cool, actually.
LATER THAT DAY...
I proceeded to miss my flight. Yay airport stress!
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