Turds of a Feather
Credit: Some asshole with an iPod.
Did you notice? Yesterday I didn’t try to pull any of that April Fool’s Day crap on you. I respected you as a person. That simple act of mature restraint elevated me above the likes of Google and the makers of Minecraft. For hate’s sake I claim the higher ground.
The higher ground is mine! Neener, neener, neener. In yo face!
And now I’ve lost it again. Excuse me a moment while I crawl back under the bottom of this barrel here. Ah, there’s no place like home.
Feather Flags: Empirical proof that capitalistic greed grabs take far more precedence than the visual appearance of a community.
–Tom B. Taker
Why not make an entire community look like the inner ring of a toilet when it can make a few assholes a few extra bucks, right?
I give you the humble feather flag (genus flapus fuckus).
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Heartless Jerks
A sign that caught my eye while out for a drive. I am a sign photographer extraordinaire.
Obama Sign #photography
Today’s post was supposed to be a literary masterpiece on the topic of “work.” Unfortunately, with a topic like that, my writing was a little too productive and I ended up with too much content. The writing process I undertook could best be described as written diarrhea.
For the person who read my tweet and expected something about “work” today, I apologize. Time is short so I have to go on an unplanned diversion.
I have dug deep into my personal photographic archive of signs for today’s photography post.
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Shouts from the Abyss 
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