I just had to show you the depth of my mental illness. That's what Em told me anyway, that my whining about the fatty mcfatterson I've become is indicative of mental illness. An illness shared by huge swaths of society and especially chez les gays. These pictures were taken three years apart. Maybe I was too skinny three years ago. I must have been on my "all tanning is evidence of skin damage" phase then. Now I'm fully on board with "you gotta die of something, you might as well look good." Plus tanned fat looks less cottage cheesy.
This is one year apart. (Now is on the left, last year on the right.) From the waist up I'm not so worried although I ran into an old friend the other day and the first thing out of his mouth was, "You're face looks rounder." Actually, I kind of like that part. And anyway you know what they say, "Fat and happy!"
On my marathon walk Saturday I passed by this famous church here. The neon flashing sign and message are so Vegas. But wait, let me translate: Your soul (flashing on and off) The salary of your sin is Hell. He who is born of God doesn't sin anymore.
Does that really make you want to come on in? I guess fire and brimstone still works.
These guys were just the cutest ever. It made me want this breed again. And you just have to get two don't you so they will always have a playmate for each other.
I made it all the way over to the island (took the metro under the river) where I got this shot of the Biosphere. There were festivals all over the island too which I surveyed and then I hopped on the shuttle to the casino. God it was crowded. I just wanted to put a twenty into a machine but it took me 15 minutes before I found one that was a: available and b: a nickel slot. Then I won ten bucks on the third pull so I stopped, cashed out and left. Sure it's only ten bucks, but I left a winner.
Later I noticed all these birds congregating overhead at our house. There must have been an updraft or "thermal" as I've heard it referred to. I couldn't figure out what kind of birds they were. Probably something mundane like seagulls.
After some libations and bbq burgers we tried these little frozen cheesecakes someone had brought to last week's party but failed to mention. Serge thought it would be funny to wipe the melting chocolate on his face. It was kind of funny. He kind of looks like a clown.