Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack

An iPhone photo dump, though this time with our Down South correspondent supplying all but one of them.


Appealing enough to push thoughts of fresh-squeezed pug from my mind.


As if anyone needed another reason to dread becoming stuck behind a bus.


How to interpret this? Is it truly an opportunity to create your own bloody mary? Or is it “Fix your own bloody Mary bar,” perhaps in response “Hey, Nigel, I need you to come fix my Mary bar,” with the British bloody being attached to some piece of furniture called a Mary bar? Or does it have nothing to do with cocktails and “bloody mary” is being used as a euphemism for something awful?


One tile missing — but maybe it’s better that way?


The follow-up to Joyce Carol Oates’s I Think I’m Allergic to Peas.

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