Today, our beloved San Francisco Giants got the key to the city and a ticker tape parade for winning the world series. SOMEONE over-indulged (way to go, Rachel P.!)
Tower, this is Bunway, requesting a fly-by, Over.
That’s a negative, Bunway, the pattern is full. [Photo by Saraide]
“Wow, is this a hot day or what? It’s so hot, I’m molting! Get it? Molting! Like ‘melting,’ but with an ‘O’.”
Great Horned Owl chicks from Green Valley, Arizona. Photo by kretyen.
When the landlord said this nest was “Christo’s latest creation!” I just assumed he meant it was furnished with some junk from IKEA.
I want my security deposit back.
Modern loft, Hannah P. Photo by Chris
I’m considered a giant and nobody asked me to participate in a fun series of games in which I might win something super cool.
Congrats Giants – how you did it without The Baby, is anyone’s guess. Right, Jorden C.?
Vote! Vote! Vote! Like a baby stoat!
Stoat! Stoat! Stoat! Cast a leetle vote!
We spoke our piece, we marched the march, we waved our misspelled signs
But on this day comes the best way to say what’s on our minds
Whether you pick Governor Moonbeam or the Lady-Who’s-Not-A-Witch
Just be sure to show up early, so you vote without a hitch!
Don’t scorn those with opposing views; call no one idiotic
For we’re just stars of different stripes, and each as patriotic
So get it done, there’s no excuse; no citizen should be lazy
Restore some sanity to our beloved democrazy!
Try not to feel too bad about your homely self when you’re near me–not many can compete with me…
That’s a handful of ego, Erica P.
Oh, Maru. Even at your most uninteresting, you continue to delight.
Mission log, stardate 5295.2: Have encountered a bizarre race of creatures who all wear distinctive outer garments, despite already owning built-in fur coats.
Taken by Melissa S. at Chicago’s 2009 Spooky Pooch Parade.