|Pimpin' Teh Internets!
||[May. 14th, 2009|11:35 pm]
The French Way in Des Moines, Iowa. I didn't even know they knew about the French way in Iowa, but from the look of this building (courtesy Google Maps Street View) they've known for quite some time. Click on the "Full Screen" mode at upper right of the view for the full experience. Touring the country virtually, I discovered |
I've looked at many other parts of Des Moines, virtually, and thanks to Google, I now know that Des Moines is a strange and wonderful and very disturbing place, and I would dearly love to be terrified and amazed and probably saddened by it in person. Then have therapy. Truly has it been said "See Des Moines and Die!" Or was that "See Paris and Die?" Well, no matter. Apparently you'll find The French Way in both.
Something else that's at least a bit strange and wonderful and disturbing (and probably featuring at least a few Iowans) is Awkward Family Photos which, in addition to its feast of awkwardness for the eyes, presents more than a few awkward comments from its readers. (WARNING! Among their earlier posts, you will see at least one photo which, though hilarious, is surely NSFW— unless you work in an office full of furries.)
Also, I'm quite sure that, at least once, I rode this very bus. I vaguely recognize the guy on the right, too, but can't quite place him. I think he might have run a store on Main Street in Alhambra. I'm also still trying to puzzle out for sure the exact location where the photo was taken, but I'm pretty sure it was on Main Street, too. Of course, this is probably nowhere near as interesting (to anybody but me) as The French Way in Des Moines, or anatomically correct furry families, but then my childhood was really a rather dull one. California's supposed glamour and excitement have always been, alas, mostly hype.
Weather and cat report: I'm not sure if gray cat is getting lucky with striped cat or not, but he is giving her lots of seductive meows every time he sees her, and while she isn't paying a lot of attention to him at least she isn't hissing or growling. Black and white kitty on the other hand hates gray cat's guts, and growls every time he turns up while she's here. He snarls and chases her out of the yard and then looks pleased with himself for dispatching a supposed rival so easily. Poor kitties, so deceived by neutering.
The increasing heat is definitely noticeable, and the dryness has augmented the pollen's attack on my sinuses. I like May. Why is it trying to kill me?