Something Feral

Digging up the flower-beds.


Monday, March 2, 2009

When in doubt, empty the clip

- Atlas smirked.

- This charming lady reminds me of my Grandma: Clara instructs a new Depression-era generation in the "old ways". (I actually make a version of the "Poorman's Meal" quite frequently, but I eschew hot-dogs for Italian sausage. I'm not that poor.)

- Photovoltaic power-systems research breaks the dollar-per-watt barrier.

- There are so many impossibilities involved here, it makes my frontal lobes ache.

- That's some fine police work there, Lou. (Via Agitator)

4 comments:

MikeT said...

Going after a man who is probably dead. Such high standards they set for themselves. It's no wonder crime is so incredibly low...

Wonder Woman said...

So, my parking tickets never really will just go, away.
Damn.

Frontal nudity is my favorite ;)

Clara, a beautiful woman, thanks for sharing reminder :)

Something Feral said...

Maybe he can transfer to Chicago, MikeT. I hear that the police out there are given a little more "latitude" with discretionary enforcement, and there's plenty of dead people to harass about voter-fraud.

Plus, all of the plebs are already disarmed, so there's relatively little chance of developing a work-injury not related to lifting pallets of bakery-goods...

Wonder Woman said...

Mmmm baking goods...

*drooling*