of last night's slow 'n snowy commute home.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Spycam Gets Morbid
Spycam was exceedingly glad I got my arse off the trainer and outside for a 2.5 hour cruise 'round the east side this past weekend. The new Dr. Who has been keeping me plenty entertained. But there's nothing like getting outside with my pal, Spycam, to move around a bit and see what we can see.
It was a breezy 16 degrees when we started, 21 when we finished - but nice and sunny out. I was toasty as could be. Spycam didn't see anything snapworthy until nearly the end of our ride, along Main Street in North St. Paul. The merchants had been out carving snow sculptures. I can't resist snow or ice sculptures, so we cruised up and down the street to see them all.
This towering white lovely drew Spycam like a ghoulish beacon from the far end of the street. Hands down our favorite. "The Angel of Death" sponsored by - you guessed it - the local mortuary. Who else? I'm sure Sandberg's think of her as simply a tranquil angel, placidly holding her lyre. But we know what's what, don't we?

Spycam thought a snowy Grim Reaper would have been much more fun. I totally agree, but realize our love for the macabre isn't shared by everyone. C'est la neige.
It was a breezy 16 degrees when we started, 21 when we finished - but nice and sunny out. I was toasty as could be. Spycam didn't see anything snapworthy until nearly the end of our ride, along Main Street in North St. Paul. The merchants had been out carving snow sculptures. I can't resist snow or ice sculptures, so we cruised up and down the street to see them all.
This towering white lovely drew Spycam like a ghoulish beacon from the far end of the street. Hands down our favorite. "The Angel of Death" sponsored by - you guessed it - the local mortuary. Who else? I'm sure Sandberg's think of her as simply a tranquil angel, placidly holding her lyre. But we know what's what, don't we?
Spycam thought a snowy Grim Reaper would have been much more fun. I totally agree, but realize our love for the macabre isn't shared by everyone. C'est la neige.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Extreme Hunger + Curiosity + Gas Station Mart
Equals THIS.
Chocolate Peanut Butter Bugles - in my hand, up to the cash register and into my gaping, too-close-to-bonking-for-comfort maw.
Very hungry, yes. Mostly tho, I was just too damned curious as to what these would taste like. Who comes UP with this stuff, anyway???
I chuckled when I looked at this photo today. I'll bet my bottle of 15-year old Glenfiddich will never forgive me for allowing it to be photographed in close proximity to such a loathsome and base snack food as Bugles. And heavens no! I did not sully the scotch by drinking it while Bugle-sampling.
As for the Chocolate Peanut Butter Bugles review, they're more or less edible, but I won't be purchasing them again - that I know of. Not of my own, clear-headed free will. I shudder to think that next time, it might be something even worse.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
I'm Sorry to Say
Monday, February 02, 2009
You Need This!!!
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