This morning found me in a bit of a funk. I should have shaved before work today, but I didn't. Just because. And now that I have a moment to do a little writing, I'm mostly staring off into space and rubbing my stubble. Which sounds dirtier than it is.
I've recently remembered that I have a Flickr account, so I've begun to post a few more pictures to it. This one is of a once-proud (and utterly unreliable) elevator, which now lies in pieces in the building's courtyard. If look closely, you can see the cave drawings on the main cable wheel.
A commenter asked who is sponsoring R's tee-ball team, and I don't know yet. I do know, however, that the predominant uniform color is black. And since they're the Angels, I have visions of the team as Miltonian wraiths roaming the mortal coil in exile. So I think a really appropriate sponsor would be something like "Lucifer's Bail Bonds." Or a bank.
And finally, I got a press release today from a PR firm saying that Vlasic® pickles is looking to crown its Vlasic® Stork Baby of 2008. (Because pregnant women like pickles! Genius!) Among the prizes is a $20,000 Savings Bond, although "[i]f the parents of the Vlasic® Stork Baby want to show their love and dedication to Vlasic® Pickles by making his or her middle name, 'Crunch,' the savings bond value will be increased to $25,000."
My first thought was to check and see if this was sent out on April 1, but it wasn't. Which means it's probably legit. Which means some people can put a price tag on their child's lifelong humiliation. Which means if you are one of those people, you're a real Vlasshole®.
