The Wayward Cynic

Ugh, picture fail on my part again. Enjoy your Douche of the Day pic, sponsored by Axe hair gel.

I was forced to get a fish fry from Mr. Pizza after an epic language fail on the part of whoever answers the phone at the Saigon Cafe around the corner. No Pattaya Catfish or hot and sour soup for me. The conversation went something like this:

Saigon Cafe Guy: ;akds;asdj;askdj;alkje;lifkjas
Me: Sorry?
Saigon Cafe Guy: lkasdjf;aiaoeja;oiefja;seij soup
Me: Come again?
Saigon Cafe Guy: ;lkajoijioafejp989023987!!!
Me: click

Mmm, a delicious bag of corn on the cob.

Enjoying picturesque Hoyt Lake while I run.

I should really finish unpacking at some point.

Two bags filled with about 5 years worth of loose change. Coinstar machines are badass.

This was quite a day, starting with an encounter with a Joker clearly scratching his way through this tough economy.

I just liked this juxtaposition.

A heavenly plate of nachos crafted by the incomparable Chef Lindsey Soroka.

An absolutely gorgeous day on the Parkway, where we sprinted to and fro and chucked the football around. This was a terrible idea, as we’d just consumed about 6 pounds of nachos and seven beers.

As one would expect after a day full of TV, beerz, nachos and route-running, we soon passed out.

BILLY!

It took me 3 weeks to get caught up with 5 days worth of weekend newspapers.

JEFF FAIL. Here’s a pic I found on the web that was taken on the 16th.

I rather enjoy it.