Visual clues: I always look for signs that interest me.
Bare Breasts:
I suppose I should come up with a similar idea, how about, next week’s video? Sign up now, to see the sights.
I think I’ll be bare-breasted for the weekly missive. Yeah, that works. If “sex sells,” then the promise of topless astrology might be really appealing?
Or maybe not.
Signs:
Two items culled from the digital archives, recent pictures. The first is obviously from an Amy’s Ice Cream, and I think that points out the problems and associated fees with handling credit cards directly. Which I do, on occasion, but not as often these days. Minimum charge is $10.
And then the other sign. I’ve got a couple of shots of this church’s sign because I’ve found it interesting, from time to time – someone – I’m guessing clergy – has a sense of humor. What’s odd, I think the name the of the church itself has changed a couple of times. But the humor – or the message – is still there.
End times:
It’s all a a sign that the end is near.
(click to visit)
Two brothers:
Well now, that was fun. Wasn’t exactly the first cast of the morning, but it was about the second or third, and the two guys who teased me all afternoon? Caught them. Both. Brothers, I’m sure of it.
Perhaps I’ve been out in the sun too long, but I can just imagine one bass telling the other, “No, dude, like you got to bite it! Score! It’s like, you go up into the sky, right? And then the water is really thin, that high up? It’s a total rush! But wait, you know, if you’re afraid or something? Chicken!”
I carefully remove the hook – fish have no pain receptors in their tiny fish brains – and gently place them back in the water. Both times, the fish took off in an energetic manner. Off to tell his buddy all about his ride into the sky.
