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So...if you've spent five minutes in my glorious presence, you'll know that I'm a shifty character: not quite criminal, but something petty thuggish about me. It's cause I'm always trying to lie or steal something. I'm lying right now and seriously stealing valuable minutes of your life. You're never gonna get them back.
So...as I drove home this evening after a gimme-a-neck-any-neck-to-strangle-stupid-swine-flu day, I got cut off by a obnoxious SUV. I shook my fist and glared. A minute later at a red light, a cop pulled up beside me to my left. The sidewalk was to my right; SUV in front.
The light turned green and we all started to move, but the cop stayed right beside me (instead of zooming ahead cause he had lots of room) until the SUV tried to shift lanes in front of the cop. Then sweet justice, baby: the cop turned on his lights and the SUV moved back in front of me and stopped. The cop stopped. I had nowhere to go cause I thought I was boxed in. I threw my hands up in the air and said, "What the hell" towards the cop. For real, I need someone to teach me how to not swear at the po-po. But he didn't want to pull me over, too. He just motioned to the space front of him and I drove off. Eat it, obnoxious SUV.
THEN... the ATL PD were doing a fund drive collecting money at a traffic light. They had police cars with the lights flashing so that everyone had to slow down. Most were tossing money into their buckets. I know they were trying to reach as many people to donate and that more cars are on the road during afternoon rush hour than other times of the day, but seriously. It's RUSH HOUR on a FRIDAY and they were making it worse. I don't reward people who don't think. I mean, I reward myself all the time, but no one else.
Welcome to my 324th version of my site. It looks a little, slightly, ok, not really that different. I can assure you that it's just as boring, only now, there's more boringness for you. Yes, I'm thoughtful like that, I know.
You see, I put my nose to the grindstone and recovered all my previous blog posts. It was a pain and some of them may not look right or the links might not work anymore, but the important thing is that the text and content is still brilliant after all this time. I mean, wow. There's some really, really good stuff amidst tons of Isabelle Boulay photos. She is, of course, even gooder stuff.
I'm also going to try to post photographs on a regular basis that my ego tells me are awesome and life-changing. For me AND you. See, I'm thinking about you always...except for the times that I'm thinking about me. That actually happens a lot. Oh, for you, too?
Thanks for stopping by. It may not be worth your while today, but someday... no, maybe not even then.
My aforementioned hard work in recovering my old blog posts didn't include the labor of adding back the tags to the posts. I'll be honest, I'm lazy as hell. So... you'll just have to read them all over again to find the gems. Get going, there's tons of crap to go through.
Oh alright, I'll link to a few of my favorites. They touch on the topics I make fun of the most:
Myself: Elevator luck (July 2006)
Other people: Things to keep to yourself (April 2007)
Georgia: History lesson (August 2006)
Isabelle: I'm buying whatever she's selling (October 2007)
Yes, Stevie Nicks, I'm getting older, too... I like to spend my birthdays on Jekyll Island, one of Georgia's Golden Isles. I'd say it's the best isle, but I don't want to get into this argument again because I never win. Everyone luuuuvs St. Simon's. That's fine. Stay away from Jekyll because the less people are there, the happier I am.
Although it's been a few years since we've been there, everything looked the same. That really means that there's still nothing to do and not many good places to eat. We went inland for dinner one night and ate at possibly the best restaurant in all of south GA. It's called Cargo Portside Grill in Brunswick. Other than that, we saved our eating skills for Savannah. We had Cylinda's favorite cheesesteak in the whole wide world at Bernies on River St. We ate at Lady and Sons, which is Paula Deen's restaurant. She really tried to kill us with butter, but I still seem to like her. There was an adjacent store with her face on everything...on things her face probably shouldn't be on. It was awesome.
We went on a haunted pub crawl which wasn't much of either. It wasn't expensive so I guess it was almost worth what we paid, but in the future, I don't think we'll be combining stories of spirits with the liquid spirits.
We took a damn lot of photos. If you're on Facebook with me, check it out. If not, well, you need to be nicer to me and then we'll talk about friending each other.
There were lots of sitting time, too. We sat on the beach on Jekyll and sat on benches in the squares of Savannah. Here's a video of us in Reynolds Square listening to a wonderful dixieland jazz band playing for a wedding.