It's been a red letter day over at my homestead. The cooler is gone and a pair of queen yellowjackets that have spent the last week terrorizing my gutters with their endless nest-making have been tracked down and eradicated. The first with an old can of Raid, the second by the awesome might of a Birkenstock after making the mistake of landing on the porch. With the threat of hundreds of yellowjackets taking over my yard eradicated for the time being, it's Miller/Random Link Time.
I wasn't at the Sasquatch Festival this year but plenty of those that were filmed some of the performances. Sure, their footage is herky-jerky but I guess it beats a five hour drive and $70+ per day tickets.
Now that they've learned to swim, what will be their next move? World domination or relocating to Ohio so they can have ponderous discussions with small children? WARNING: the totally awesome tiger pics included in that link may be entirely too totally awesome for the majority of this blog's readers.
Speaking of tigers, R.I.P. old Hungry Tiger building.
Does Portland need any more red light cameras or the $245 traffic tickets they crank out? No, no it doesn't. Getting pulled over by a real, live cop is one thing, getting hassled by Big Brother is another.
The city's latest version of the sit/lie ordinance won't impact street musicians like that guy with the white tuxedo and Goofy hat that plays outside of Powells on the weekends. But what if the city's homeless population gets its hands of a whole lot of kazoos?
Coney Island's Astroland amusement park may soon close its doors and auction off all of its rides. The Wonder Wheel, featured in the opening credits of The Warriors, would look great in my backyard. The only thing standing between me and making this dream a reality: oh, about $10 million bucks or so.
Finally, what's creepier, this clip from a weird '70s horror movie, this Japanese ad for beer suitable for kids or the following Paul McCartney video co-starring Natalie Portman as a ghost hellbent on trashing his house and stealing his mandolin?
