FIRE IN THE DISCO! Actually, just down the road. It may have been in close enough proximity to qualify for inclusion in the Intersection of Death tally.
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Category: Daily Picture
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The hunt for a new apartment begins, trusty spreadsheet at the ready.
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Having forgotten to take a picture on this day, I *may* have taken this just in time before falling asleep.
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My high-tech command center for after-hours conference call utilization.
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Pants at the Square.
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The Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra put on a free concert in Delaware Park this evening. Great stuff, though it’s a shame one of the event’s sponsors (Target) deemed it appropriate to distribute inflatable beach balls to all the kids in attendance. Thus, as you can imagine, there were about 68 screaming kids kicking beach balls all over the place while I tried to listen to the soothing sounds of The Blue Danube.
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Back to Bidwell Parkway for the Tuesday night concerts. This guy was passed out against the tree, clearly having smoked one too many doobies.
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I have writer’s block. The keyboard remains untouched. Although I just wrote this. FAIL
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The oft-overlooked artistry inside the Bathrooms of Chippewa. I’m calling the Buffalo Tourism Board to insist they highlight these attractions in their next brochure.
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The sun sets on the Buffalo skyline. We were downtown on the roof of some friends’ apartment building to watch the astounding number of shows throughout the surrounding towns and cities on the horizon. Easily 7-10 big-time fireworks displays in the distance, not to mention the random Roman candles fired off every few minutes within the city limits.
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A fine way to celebrate America’s birth: rooftop grilling, beer, fireworks, and the greatest car alarm I’ve ever heard. Honk! Honk! Honk-honk-honk-honk! … Honk! Honk-honk! (I’ll record some audio next time.) Said car was the unfortunate victim of falling ears of corn from the rooftop (some strong wind gusts ripped the ears right out of our hands — we were powerless).