Guest photos from J

The little rascal stole (some photos with) my phone while I totally pwned her ShopVac. Yesterday evening.

Walking to the office

Yesterday morning.

Dinner 092708

And our one-year anniversary lunch at Moghul's, Sunday. Jessimay and I, pre-relationship, went to lunch for the first time there last year. Huzzah!

Sept. 25, 2008

Ooo, food and sunsets.

The 1562nd step on the last road home.

The 1561st step on the last road home.

The 1560th step on the last road home.

The 1559th step on the last road home.

The 1558th step on the last road home.

The 1557th step on the last road home.

RAT-A-TAT-TWO-EEEEEEE

And some baked acorn squash with pecans. I has girlfriend back now kthx.

Monday Monday

things.

The 1556th step on the last road home.

The 1555th step on the last road home.

Back to Bataan

I really, really don't enjoy weekly grocery shopping anymore.

The 1554th step on the last road home.

The 1553rd step on the last road home.

Yesterday and Today.

Stuffola.

Odds and Ends from the last ten days.

I'm running out of gas again.

Little Man still does not like hats.

I'm not as fond of them as my sister is. September 14, 2008.

Sept. 12 and 13

After the stuff purge.

Ten Days Of Magnificent, Mostly Vegan Food

I've been too depressed to photoblog, but not depressed enough to stop photographing.

The 1552nd step on the last road home.

The 1551st step on the last road home.

blogroll linkpark

Blog Flume

Stripper's Guide

Ann Telnaes

On the off-chance I need these later

NY landlord-tenant laws seem remarkably not-odd.

Book-launch parties, the superfluous nipple of publishing

So, Chris Onstad [right] models Ray on himself. I'm surprised, but it does make sense.

The 1550th step on the last road home.

The 1549th step on the last road home.

The 1548th step on the last road home.

The 1547th step on the last road home.

The 1546th step on the last road home.

The 1545th step on the last road home.

The 1544th step on the last road home.

Vegan dinner at George's

The meat(less) balls are devine.

The 1543rd step on the last road home.

Dinner et breakfast

Yesterday y this morning.

Asiatic Lillies

A little pick-me-up for The Girl. Taken yesterday.

The final bowl of tomato & black bean soup

Lunch, Sept. 8th, 2008.

The 1542nd step on the last road home.

The 1541st step on the last road home.

B'fast

Damn the Irish porridge, quarter-speed ahead.

Late-night snack

Plus explosions. Whee.

The 1540th step on the last road home.

Breakfast, walking to the office, dinner

A reprise of Irish porridge, shoes on the wire and veganburger on flourless half-bun with spices and cilantro, and greens with some Laughing Cow swiss and light Italian.

The 1539th step on the last road home.

dinner

Whole-wheat pasta, with seitan chicken & gravy, mixed with a little salsa and pesto.

Breakfast

Irish oatmeal con vegan.

The 1538th step on the last road home.

Dinner

Black bean soup, with vegan sour cream, baby spinach, spiced tofu and chik'n chunks.

black-bean dinner

yesterday

First Day Back

September 3rd, 2008; morning.

jet trail and lunch

September 2nd, 2008.

VEGAN RICE PUDDING

WITH BLUEBERRY SAUCE. WILL THE MADNESS EVER START? August 31st, 2008.

August 31st, 2008

Breakfast, and then a stroll around the school before it reopens. Never saw a dog with a beard as well as a gallop that literally sounded like a horse's before.

Bouncing birthday

Not nearly as grueling and unpleasant as expected.

The making of a vegan birthday pie

The crusty base for Lemony Heaven. Aug 29th night/30th morning.

LITTLE MAN MOTHERFUCKIN LOVES RAW PUMPKIN

He hasn't had it in quite a while, so he really went to town. August 29 2008, evening.

Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner, 082808

And two of dinner the next day.

Dinner and the drive home

We ate at the Crooked Roster Pub/Wildflower Cafe; I am an unrepentant omnivore, and enjoyed their chicken green salad. Didn't notice Tioga Downs on the drive to the Glen, somehow.

The final trudge

This was kind of fun I'll need to forget about before I'm willing to have again.

Damn it, now we have to walk all the way back down.

Not enough cash to take the shuttle, the last one of which left 15 minutes before our second finally exited the mens room anyway.

Top of the park's falls, ma!

No applause, please.

Ten More, even.

It's almost as tiring to post these as it was to walk up all of those steps [and for you to skip through these posts].

Third Cousin of the Son of Ten More.

Aw yeah, this one's for the ladiesssss.

Grandson of the Bride of the Son of Ten More

The foliage post.

Bride of the Son of Ten More.

Only about 40 until the top of the falls/stairs.

Son of Watkins Glen State Park

Ten more.

The 1537th step on the last road home.

Is it my imagination

or does Sarah Palin never hold her five-month-old baby? I've only seen the daughter or the husband hold the kid. That's odd, isn't it? Her speech yesterday was ... sure to inspire millions.

Dear John Fogerty; the peanuts in my poop won't eat themselves.

So, last night I dreamt that I had dinner with Jonathan Winters. We improvised the entire time. Man, he really is the best.

Then, I went for a drive and found my fiance in a diner just past the border of Nowhere (NY). She had the rest of this dream herself.

When I awoke, I had this blaring in my head -- so loud it even drowned out the regular voices:

Flyin' across a lamb!
Tryin' to find a ham!
Playin' inna tlavelin' band!
wow!

It's still playing, over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

The 1536th step on the last road home.

Ten more

Yeah, I know that these start to look alike after a while. I am a bad, bad editor.

Ten more from Watkins Glen

From the entrance to the spiral staircase. Only about 700 steps and 80 or so more pictures to go!

The 1535th step on the last road home.

Watkins Glen State Park

Hanging out in the parking lot, waiting for our third.

Farm Sanctuary VI

I now blame Sept. 11 and all that has followed on Chevy Chase. I like that Natalie Merchant's signature is so Peter Arnoesque.

Farm Sanctuary V

Walkin' around in Watkin. I'm sure I am the very first to ever type that phrase ever in history.

Farm Sanctuary IV

FUCK YOU COMIC SANS.

Also, the founding farm refuge's grave area and rabbits.

Farm Sanctuary III

Pigs and ducks.

Farm Sanctuary II

Sheep, turkeys and chickens.

Farm Sanctuary, Watkins Glen

That bull was fucking huge. August 27, 2008.

The Bat, man.

I don't know how he got in my parents' house, and I didn'y know that smacking him off that curtain with a broom would, um, kill instead of stun. Sorry. They really are just flying mice. 08/26/08

The 1534th step on the last road home.

The 1533rd step on the last road home.