Lunch Dog

The Jumbo Mean Wiener, from The Mean Wiener,
Arlington Heights, Illinois. (Photo via iPhone4)

Yes, I cheated. This is the exact same photo I used in today's post at far·ra·go.

So sue me.



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Gone Goose

The Momma goose is gone. I noticed this morning at 3:30am that there was no alert head and neck keeping tabs on me as I loaded my things into the taxi. I walked over to make sure she wasn't still there, but dead or dying. She was nowhere in sight.




The storm yesterday dropped quite a lot of water, and there was much lightning and thunder, but nothing violent beyond the torrents of rain. Maybe she had finally had enough sitting through the extremes of weather, or the rain yesterday flushed her out to find a sheltering tree somewhere.




The eggs — of which there appear to be only two — are broken and empty, so I wonder if a dog or some other predator came along and scared her off the nest, to abandon the eggs to hungry jaws. I know I'm a big sap, but I hope she's okay. And there's absolutely no way I'll ever know.



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Stormy Stormy Night...Day? ...Night?

Today's storm. The above photo was taken during the second wave of thunderstorms, when it got really dark outside...at 11:45am. The photo is slightly underexposed to accentuate the fact that the streetlamps in the parking lot came on. It was that dark.

Here is video of the same storm! If your computer has nice speakers in it or on it, I highly recommend you turn them up!




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Not Carb Logging; CAR BLOGGING!

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A Dude'll Do

Click photo to enlarge.

I'll just let you supply the dirty joke here....



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Smile!

This is another one of those off-the-cuff, contractual obligation shots that I made when I realized I hadn't shot anything all day. It was dark out, so I saw something that would definitely reflect the flash, and that was a rock. I never even saw the hint of a face while walking past. But there it is, a sort of smiley froggy face!

RIBBIT!



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On This Date 32 Years Ago

link ---> American Airlines Flight 191 - May 25, 1979




The spot at which this photo was taken is where the red out-
line comes to a point at the bottom in the map graphic below.
The creator of the graphic offered a correction, stating that,
according to the NTSB, the actual crash site is in the field to
the left, or west, of the marked area.





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Shooting From the Hip (...The Chest, Actually...)

I got to the end of yet another day and realized I hadn't shot any photos. So, while walking to my apartment building with my camera dangling from my neck, I snapped off a few shots. This one was the least uninteresting of the bunch.



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Doin' the Numbers

Tallying up the take at the end of the day.



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Synchronic

Blades

A whole train of 20-25 of these went slowly by.



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Fuzzballs

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Steadfast

She's still there.

I called the police — as it was after 5:00pm — to see if there was some sort of animal control organization that could come by and take care of her, but the woman with whom I spoke said that, as Canada Geese are a protected species, no one — and she meant NO. ONE. — can approach the nest. She said also that these geese are known to stay on the nest for interminable amounts of time, and that eventually she'll give up and abandon the nest. Or die.

Well, that made me feel whole lots better....



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Camerama

Just to be a poop, I'm not going to mention why.



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Goose Island

Since early spring I have seen this goose every morning, just about 50 feet from where I park the taxi at home. Silhouetted against the lighted parking lot of the building across the way, I see her skinny neck and her bulbous head as she keeps a wary eye on me while I prepare for my day.

I feel kind of bad for her; all the other geese I see — at least those that are paired up — already have their gaggles of babies waddling after them. I have only ever seen this one alone. I assume she's sitting on eggs, but I have a feeling they'll never hatch.



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Flagged Up

I saw this outside a McDonald's restaurant in Elk Grove, and it upset me enough that I went inside and told the manager about it. The good thing is that after I headed back out to my car, I turned around and saw one of the employees come out and look at it, so at least the manager put someone on it right away. I have no idea if they actually did anything about it.



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Mmmpuddinnmmmmm

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Yes...

...it's one of those photos.



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Ad A Boy!

Photo created with iPhone 4.

See, the guy wants sushi, and he points at the fish, and the fish says "S#!t."

Heh.

And I know a guy who works at GrubHub.



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Grrrrr!

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Peace & Calamity

2121 S. Arlington Heights Road, Arlington Heights, Illinois,
approximately 7:15am.



Almost the exact same spot, 45 minutes later.



The woman driving the maroon Ford(?) wagon was jockeying for a spot in the center turn lane. I could see her difficulty as she maneuvered around other cars also in the turn lane heading in the opposite direction. I saw her turn, and in the corner of my eye I saw traffic coming in her opposite direction. I had barely thought "She's gonna crash," when I heard the van's tires squeal briefly and, BLAMMO! I saw the whole thing happen from the vantage point of the bottom photo.

I ran up and made sure that each driver (the only person in each car, both women) was unhurt, and then I called 911 to report the wreck.

But weren't those li'l duckies CUTE?



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Stimulated

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BEEAH HEEAH!

At the end of the run of Bleacher Bums, one of the ensemble/extras bestowed upon everyone involved with the show a very unique gift: a bottle of home brewed beer.

Portenlänger's Bleacher Bums Old Style Lager is the creation of John Portenlanger who, though he had no lines in the play, was a valuable resource for Cubs trivia and factoids, as well as a consistent occupier of space on stage. He also printed up replicas of the cover of an authentic program from the 1998 Cubs season for everyone on stage to use, as that's the year this updated version takes place.

The beer is very tasty, perhaps a little too heavily carbonated, and hearty. John warned everyone that this brew was a bit more potent than a regular beer, and OH, Is he right! Halfway through this buzz I had a pretty good beer going on!

Thank you, John!



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Happy Others Day!

It's the day for everyone else.



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