Blue Steel says it all.
Thanksgivings have been great since I started staying home for them, instead of traveling. This year was no exception. The destrucity of a 27 lb. turkey, successful Black Friday shopping, and the near completion of my Nanowrimo for the fourth time, all while sleeping in gratuitous amounts. My kind of weekend.
I don’t remember who took this picture. Given the angle it was taken, I’m guessing it was the bartender from heaven, Clayton, or some really unfortunate soul who was forced into photo duty by a bunch of drunks.
That being said, if you haven’t already checked, all the Neko-Con photos are already up at this point. Granted, I’ve posted a good bit of them as daily stories, but pretty much for the important pictures, like the ones of people I actually give a shit about, they’re all there. Along with various pictures of hot jailbait, a Putty patroller and Coach playing Dance Central, among other random shots.
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Come on, there was no way in hell I wasn’t going to try this place out:
Jen recently made a scarecrow for the Atlanta Botanical Gardens’ fall something-or-other whatever festival/occasion. With a twitter theme, Madame de Tweet was easily one of the better scarecrows at the garden. Some of them weren’t even scarecrows, as much as it looked like some people were phoning in their designs, but hey, not everyone can be somewhat artistic either.
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It’s been over twelve years since Jen and I met. Believe it or not, I have a picture of her from every single year since.
My, oh my, how the times have changed.
I don’t want to fly in and out of Washington DC again for a long time. Or anywhere else for that matter. I’m getting exasperated with the process these days.
Headlining this recent batch of photo dumping is the wedding of my big gay brother getting married in a sham of a wedding that to those who know him, will not fool anyone in thinking he is anything other than a magnificent homo. Other dumps are of my recent baseball trips to Lynchburg and Richmond, Virginia, that fewer people will care about, so clicking the image goes directly to the wedding album.
