Below are a few pictures from around town I snapped while
out on a bike ride last night.
They finished the new park out on the pier. It's pretty nice. There
is one bench on the very end where you can sit and just admire the lake
below your feet. I think one of these days I am going to have a couple
of pints and then sit there and type out some philosophical musings.
The entire pier has apparently been turned into a war memorial. All
wars. If you lived in Sanford and joined the military, you get a brick.
Then entire generations can gaze upon such lustrous names such as
'Roach' and 'McWhorter'.
Kinda surprised about this one. I thought the south lost this war?
At the very end of the pier a new monument has been erected. I was
kind of hoping for a statue, but instead they installed this Author C.
Clark looking monolith. My god! It's full of stars!. Actually,
this monument is rather ingenious. On top of the monument is a brass
eagle, it's wings spread and it's mouth squawking. By putting up a bird
of prey they actually keep this monument free of bird shit from, uh,
real birds. All in all it's a nice little park and I approve, even
though in a couple of months it will probably be filled with hippies
spitting on the memorials.
The new condo's they are building by the lake. They are almost done
and soon they will be populated by vast hoards of yuppies and the
sidewalk on river walk will be clogged with lawyers and real estate
agents power walking while talking on their cell phone.
Back of an old building downtown. I like the spiral staircase and the
fact it leads up to a boarded-up door frame.
I snapped a picture of this horrid leering monstrosity in one of the
store windows. If I ever enter this store I will bring with me a
baseball bat with a big nail stuck in it. And when this abomination of
nature comes to life and starts hooting and jumping around and looking
for the precise moment to take a big bite out of my leg and then drag me
into a hole under the building, I will smash it's head in. And when
people look at me wondrously and asked me how I knew it would come to
life, I would coolly respond 'How could you NOT know?'
A close up so you can see the evil in it's eyes. It's not even a full
monkey, its like the results of mating between a monkey and one of those
hobo-clown figurines.
Apparently now there is a Yoga Loft downtown. For some reason the
idea of a yoga 'loft' completely appeals to me. Or perhaps it was the
spandex-clad women I saw leaving it with their little rolled up yoga
mats. I think I might have to join. Spend an hour watching women contort
their bodies on mats on the floor right in front of me? yeah, I'll pay
for that.
Hours of a coffee shop downtown. Which is why I will never get a
coffee from them, seeing that I work 8:30-5:30. I like the fact they are
open on Saturday 'sometimes'. I used to work for that FSP company in the
sticker. Its a food certification place. It sucked.
Nothing special about this shop, I just thought their sign was
pretty.
I can't wait until evolution actually produces the slinky-armadillos.
If these things were alive, I bet they would make the most wondrous
slinky noise as they scuttled across the ground. Notice the artist is
from California. They take pains to tell you that because if he's from California,
he has to be good.
The Big-Boy incubation chamber. I have expressed in the past of my,
while not actual fear, a healthy distrust of the big boy. If someone
threw a brick into that glass box they would all tumble out and then
with a violent hissing noise would swell up to full big boy height. And
I know exactly which one would come after me. He's looking at me right
now...
Creepy mannequin playing pinball. Over in the corner you see part of
the Pillsbury dough boy incubation chamber. I have no fear of him. I
would just squeeze the fucker. The thing that is disturbing about this mannequin
playing pinball is the distinct lack of fingers on one of her hands. So
if she would actually playing she would be whacking her palm on the
paddle button with a loud slapping sound. I can actually see it doing
that, it's undead mannequin gaze rolled up at the ceiling while it's
plastic body jerked about in an grotesque supernatural parody of an epileptic
fit as it racked up the high score.
I gave up fixing that spyware. I am going to staples today and
plunking down the 29 bucks for spy doctor. I just don't feel like
dealing with it.
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