Yet another collection of random links and rantings of a greying unix geek with a photography bent. Pass the Guinness and Grecian Formula.
. . . I’d stay away from Nevada . . .
Forty-five aircraft have scoured an area of 10,000 square miles in an attempt to pinpoint Fossett’s presumably crashed Bellanca Citabria Super Decathalon. In the process, they have discovered the remains of six other aircraft, but no sign of Fossett.
Jab in the eye for NBC. What morons. Oh well, on the interweb nobody can hear them scream.
There we were at Calaway Park on a reasonably hot July day. We’re there with my sister and her kids, going on rides, taking pictures of the kids having fun. Standard stuff.
Then we spot this kid. A boy approximate 8 years old, in a doesn’t-that-make-you-warm hot pink hoodie. Prancing around and acting more flamingly gay than those english designer guys on HGTV. I kid you not.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Just more than a bit out of left field and unexpected in the context as presented.
