‘ cause I can do shit just like these three are and have a blast.
It certainly has taken me a long while to post all of the treasures I found during my late June travels to Washington D.C. There are a couple more post to come out of that trip. I felt that this one photo I snapped looking onto The Mall from a window atop The Hirshhorn toward The National Gallery was appropriate today. It seems someone had the foresight and the sense of humor to place this tent exactly where it is. If I had just taken this from a slightly different angle you would see it’s smack in front of the Capital building.
and since sometimes you need more than one
hell times like these? Three please and make them all doubles!
Simple & stunningly beautiful yet campy …
With some rather fabulous opera!
This is to not be missed. Enjoy!
Let’s all make Mother Earth proud and get out and March!
Fearsome is ready.
Or given the march…
Whatever Fearsome decides to wear doesn’t matter because Science is real. Even according to a certain book with parables from some 2000 years ago, humans are directed to be a Shepard, good Shepards, of the home given us. We must take care our blessings and not exploit those blessings. We all live here. We all must share. Let us be good stewards of the gifts we have received that we may share them with each other and most of all …those yet to come.
Stand up, speak out, do good and do right.
Happy 420 y’all!
420? Light up time. Mary Jane. Cannabis. Marijuana.
Now I ain’t smoke no Mary Jane in well over 5 years. When I got meeself sober, I got sober. I wasn’t really into the gonja later in my years of partaking mind altering substances any way. I preferred the booze. I did smoke pleanty of weed though. First time I smoked was at age 13 at a Doobie Brothers concert. I shit you not. In my twenties I smoked most every day. Only in the evenings though as I had work to get done during the days. Later on in my forties I lost interest in the stuff as it pretty much only made me paranoid by that point, so it lost its lure.
Nowadays it’s being legalized left and right. My home state just legalized it in November. I actually voted to legalize it even though I’m a sober dude. My view is that marijuana being illegal only creates more crime, unnecessary crime. Legalize it, regulate it and tax it.
Now about that first Doobie and those incredible artist who I remember from that very first concert….
Needless to say this is a much tamer crowd than that night of my puberty. However the talent of the artists shines through in this live version of a Doobie Brothers classic.
Smoke ’em if you got ’em!
The Kilted Coaches are back at it.
Cheers to building a great ass.
At my meeting the other night, I go to those you know, we discussed Rule #62.
Rule #62 simply states “Don’t take yourself so damn seriously”.
These two handsomely Bearded blokes, known also as the Kitled Coaches, are a great example of the freedom and enjoyment of not taking oneself too seriously. Enjoy!
This Beard doesn’t quite believe that a bearded dude in a robe, possibly named Moses or somethingarother, went up some mountain only to return with stone tablets etched with commandments from a deity. Possible? Most likely not. But possibly plausible? Well yes anything is possible in the realm of the universe, stranger things have happened. But we aren’t here to debate whether this feat actually happened.
Anyahoo… them thar commandments themselves are, mostly, pretty good little suggestions for living a rather peaceful life. I mean who really has peace after committing murder?
It sure is is nice, too, when the persons who most often espouse these commandment thingys in others faces actually follow them in their own lives. I mean honestly, pun intended, if one is going to tell me to follow such suggestions, shouldn’t one be applying them in ones own life first? Morality is something one should practice before one preaches …is it not?
Then there is number 9. Number 9 is a good one. Number 9 states “Thou shall not bear false witness”.
For certain individuals who may be confused let me explain what those words mean in simpler terms: Don’t Lie.
I’ll never forget the first time I saw this film, Fearsome would never let me. He was but a close cropped goatee at the time but none the less he has always loved good cinema.
This scene is classic.
It is fun to see how those with high opinions of themselves react to truth is it not?
So I am driving to physical therapy today, six months after surgery still at it, and I cracked up seeing this huge old church completely tented for termite extermination. What a sight. I couldn’t help myself and stoped to snap a photo. Passers by probably thought I was a tourist.
I particularly liked that they had tied the tents around the concrete crosses on the tops of the gables. Wouldn’t want to cover those up and leave anyone wondering what the building was underneath now would we.
Humor aside, a church under a termite tent reminds me that nothing in this world is exempt from the cycle that is our universe. All things come into being, go through being and go out of being. There is and always will be birth, growth, service and decline. It reminds me not to fight the cycle but to go with the flow and make the most out of each and every stage. We might be able to slow down the cycle through proper care, but the inevitable will one day come.
That tent reminds me to live the life I have been given. It reminds me of my blessings no matter what stage I am experiencing in the cycle that is my life.
I wonder if termites go to heaven?