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Mac users of the dedleg intraverse, has this ever happened to you?

Later that day, it forgot that the hard drive inside of it is, in fact, inside of it. I think the Leopard got a disease. In other random happenings…

These were alive and well just a month ago. Now, one dead, one with its roots half in the grave. I’m not sure exactly what went wrong here, and all I can say is… never place your life in my hands.

You’ve all seen this view out of my kitchen window plenty of times, but you should all also know that I can’t resist a sunset, so…

At the bar I found these at, there’s also a little corner with an arcade game hiding in it. The week this photo was taken it was Ms. Pac-Man. Two weeks later, it had mysteriously turned into a Donkey Kong machine. Maybe it was a magical transformation, or perhaps the bar just has a secret room full of vintage arcade games. Either way, it’s nuts.

By the way, seen what Mario looked like back in the old school Donkey Kong days?

Also nuts. He kind of makes me uncomfortable. Those beady little eyes…

Personally, I’d recommend gardening to anyone as a hobby. It pays you back in… heh… SPADES. But seriously, get a couple high pressure sodium lamps hooked up, put together a rudimentary ventilation system in your closet, and you could grow some trees if you want to! Uh… anyway, moving on.

To be honest, I’m not totally sure what the plant in the photo below is. It’s a type of succulent… probably related to Jade… possibly a variety of Jade even. I don’t really know, but I like it.

The ivy peaking out of the corner in this photo, however, I do not like. Because it reminds me of all my failures. You see, that photo was actually taken a couple months ago before I… uh… murdered him. His name was Charles, and yes, he was a boy — I checked. He filled my life with oxygen for just one beautiful year. Indeed, he placed his life in my hands, and I… I crushed it… I killed it, just like Tommy and a sale.

Remember earlier this week, when I said I was going to post up some photos that weren’t from the B-roll? Well, guess what — I lied. So yeah, I broke your trust. You better get used to it, too. As it turns out, our A-roll is your B-roll. And our B-roll? Fuck, let’s not even talk about it.

Hey, this shit is fo’ free, and you get what you pay for.

The reality of the situation is that I just had a backlog of random photos kicking around and would have forgotten about them if I didn’t just post them up already. No rhyme, no reason… just pure, unadulterated mediocrity.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, I have no fucking clue what the deal with that car is. I mean, I know we’ve elected some real duds in the past and I’m all for progressiveness, but Jim Gaffigan? Come on… I think we can set our sights a little higher than that. Nonetheless, I’m dying to know… what the hell is a Bacon Manatee, and why does it sound so goddamned delicious?

One of my cacti is quickly headed to the great desert in the sky… look, don’t try to understand. It’s like losing a member of the family. The Chicago winter has been most unkind to it, and for that… I will have my revenge.

But, look! The circle of life! Death is not an end… it’s merely a rearrangement of energy… or some shit. The first sprouts have… uh… sprouted, as it were, from a couple of leaves that fell off one of my Jade plants. Their fruit is the ornamental stone of the same name. Seriously. Try garnishing a salad with some, your guests will just die!

I find it so fascinating how Jade and other succulents (freaky cousins of cacti) don’t have seeds, but instead grow new plants from fallen leaves or cuttings. It’s almost like they’re from outer space or something.