this hulking mcmansion sits on a public cul de sac that is part of a 4 way intersection of two semi-busy thoroughfares.

the folks that are building this have some signs on the right to the effect of, "Respect our privacy, please."

This monument to ostentatiousness could benefit from a sign that reads, "Respect our privacy, plebes."

the man woke up early, snuck the toaster into the basement with a stash of frozen waffles, pancakes, bagels and cream cheese.

there is nothing quite like the desires of a small child to become a basement sous chef.

when asked about cream cheese on the fork, said chef replied, "dad, it was necessary to taste it with waffles."

bravo, young man.

thinking about how busy we've been and how it is affecting the show in a negative way. hoping that we can get it together this week and get to the five hundreth and talk about what is next.

having a gtreat conversation about the newbs and projects they are trying to build.

the crowd got hushed quite a bit when they saw this banner coming down the street when they realized what it was.

the banner has the names of every soldier killed to date in the current iraq war. the stunning part is that the names are written very small.

it had a great impact. people were commenting about how big the banner was.

no one clapped when this one went by.

i got choked up and am again typing this up.

check the scooter with the large wheels.

now you know what happens to worn out shopping carts when they disappear.

the only thing missing is a chicago style dog and this dude could be the mascot for the city.

you gots a tuba, you gots a party. memba that.

elliot and maggie had a blast playing in the street and making these bubbles.

the people that were sitting down wind, not so much.