Us lapsed Catholics still call it Christmas but we're broad minded and you can wish us happy holidays or something else if you prefer. Phil's Phun posted this and I just had to share. It's Christmas eve and we're on a beach in Panama downing Coronas and Balboas and noshing on cheeseburgers. Merry Christmas to Phil and to the rest of you. We'll see you all in the new year.
Well, I guess that's one way of dusting the stair railing. I hope she didn't hurt herself. We had all of two submissions this week. I think everyone else was cleaning up after Sandy. Hey, maybe this is Sandy. Now we know why she's so exhausted. First, moooooog gave us... When Bill told me he was sending me a 'picture of a girl getting railed', I was totally thinking of something different. And then Shawn Ohara that Stubborn Fool , who I think knows where I live, provided us with... And the winner of the 2013 Gatineau Stairing Contest... Heh, heh, both good captions, gentlemen. I'm prepared to award a tie. You both are winners. Congratulations, you be hangin' with dufus this week. The house needs some tidying. What say we get together over a can of Pledge this weekend. I'll provide the duster. Hold the phone! Oops, like they say on TV, "This just in". Jamie Baker over at Mad Science submitted this late entry... A
150? Well that's a bit of a milestone isn't it? Who knew when I started out with PPP we'd hit such an anniversary. And considering I didn't start numbering these things until I was well into them I've posted somewhere between 3 and 4 years of these pics for your enjoyment. What do you think, should I continue on? Let me know. I'm a bit anal and 150 seems like a nice rounded figure to go out on. In the meantime, leave your caption(s) in the comments and slide on back here Saturday to see who made the grade. This may be the last time.
I don't know who first came up with it but it's a marvellous saying. Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug. It's like sometimes you win, sometimes you lose...but far more descriptive. I mean have you ever had it happen to you? You're driving along as the sun's just gone down. You turn on your lights in the dusk and the bugs just seem to flock to your windshield, drawn as if by a magnet. Now, of course, you're faced with a choice. Do you just leave them be or do you flip on the windshield wipers and shoot windshield wiper fluid at your windshield. If it's ever happened to you, you know this is a no-win situation. Trying to clean them off usually makes it worse. You better hope you find a gas station...or a guy at the side of the road who wants a dollar...with a squeegee. That's the only way. And, of course, the bug never wins. It's always the windshield that comes out on top. When I was a kid, though, riding my bik
Well, today's Blog Blast For Peace Day ; a day when bloggers around the world all blog about one thing: P-E-A-C-E. It's a serious subject. But seeing how I manage a humour blog I have a bit of a different take on the subject. This is the post I've been publishing the last several years. I like it so much I thought I'd run it again. Enjoy. And peace. In the giant land of Gastronomia, government leaders and their bureaucrats were all in a tizzy. The plump Prime Minister of Gastronomia was about to host a conference of the world's key leaders to discuss the fragile state of peace in the world and there wasn't a moment to lose to ensure, down to the minutest detail, all plans could be accomplished in time for the upcoming meeting of the Gastronomic 8. The finest of hotel suites would have to be booked, the fanciest limousines would have to be leased, a conference centre would need to be found and a top-notch security detail would have to be employed.
Oh, man, we had plenty of entries this week. It was a difficult task to choose one out over the others. I kinda felt like that woman in the picture after all was said and done. My fantasy football friend Michael Wolfe (who I beat last week) made 8 submissions. Here's a couple: A "green" way to keep her from chewing the surgical scar was far simpler than anyone initially thought. "Jules Gabriel Verne! You get your ass back up here and finish this book!" Thank God this woman doesn't have a garbage disposal. That Stubborn Fool Shawn Ohara left two captions, one of which was: Can you hear me now? But it was Boom Boom Larew who appropriately summed things up around here with her caption of... Ziva, the morning after the 30 Days of Photographs III challenge. You had to be in that challenge to fully appreciate that comment. I was and I do. Way to go Paula, you be hangin' with dufus...again! People are go
Thirty-one days ago I and a thousand other bloggers stepped into the breach and fell down the rabbit hole (wow, talk about your mixed metaphors). Funny those weren't themes during this month of madness. At the end of our journey 15 battered and bruised bloggers remained. I was one of them. Here's an overview of my experience with some photos I didn't use during the month. Craftsman Dante's sister Ziva and Lactose Intolerant MikeWJ were the brains(?) behind this little exercise. They were the ones that came up with such themes as "shining", "stalker", "bullshit" and "kafkaesque". How the hell did they come up with these impossible prompts? I think I want what they were drinking. Now, I'm no photographer. Not like some of the participants who never ceased to amaze day after day. And hats off to them. Their pictures were amazing. In a prelude to this little exercise I blogged "Dammit, Jim, I'm a Blogger Not a