Baltimore Gas Prices.
Cool. Here’s Catonsville. (via)
BALTIMORE, December 8. O’Malley Picks Brown As His Running Mate. Are these guys not photogenic, or what? If they don’t already have their own buddy movie in production, I think I could come up with a few ideas:
- A pair of mismatched cops have to learn to get along as they take down a corrupt system in a large city.
- A pair of superheroes fight crime, while keeping their alter egos as everyday politicians a secret.
- A duo of action movie stars fight to keep from killing each other as they play politicians in a murderous fight for the Governor’s office.
- Two inner-city gigolos fight crime by day and get busy by night.
- Two cowboys discover their forbidden love for each other in 1963 Montana. (You’d like that, ladies, wouldn’t you?)
I think Governor Hairpiece has his work cut out for him.
SurplusShed
A company that resells surplus government optics, instruments, and lenses. I’d buy this adapter to put on my Minolta 35MM zoom lens.
Letterpress Resources.
There is nothing more wonderful than letterpress printing, besides fresh chocolate chip cookies. I don’t know why it took me so long to find this. (via)
Photo Mosaics with OS X.
I could see this working perfectly with our Italy pictures..! (via)
Yesterday Jen and I took a drive down to the Jessup area, past the prison(s) and stopped at a nondescript warehouse in the middle of nowhere. The State of Maryland takes all their old stuff there and sells it off to folks that might have use for it. What use someone would have for thirty identical 14.4K modems I have no idea; It’s entirely up to the buyer. They did have some cool stuff—16MM projectors (about six of them), a quartet of barber’s chairs, office furniture circa 1970, ancient sewing machines, and fields of file cabinets.
Todd and I have been down there a couple of times, and sometimes there’s interesting stuff to be had, but yesterday nothing really caught our eye. I guess it’s sort of like a flea market—some days it’s hot, and some days it’s not.
On today’s to-do list: I’m going to head over to the local library and see iff I can dig up anything about our house, the families that lived here, or the neighborhood I live in. I’d love to find some pictures of the house in earlier days to compare it with.
Consumerist.
From the folks who brought you Gawker. Horror stories about buying stuff.
Ditka. Hair. Rapping.
My retinas are still burning. I think those chicks in the audience were in my high school. (via)
State Salvage.
More weird stuff than you can shake a stick at. And it’s next to the prison!
This morning, I got the first look at a site I designed eight months ago. A third party took the design and implemented it, and it looks absolutely hideous. I’m not going to link to it (obviously), or mention the third party here, because that would be unprofessional, but I am going to admit to how disappointed and angry this makes me.
On my way out the door to clean off Jen’s car, a fellow across Frederick Road hailed me, so I waved him over. It turns out he’s the son of the doctor who used to own the house—the man everybody else seems to have met except me. We chatted for about ten minutes in the cold, and I have to admit the description I’d been given is pretty accurate. I don’t know for sure, but I think he was pretty well fucked up at 11AM. It was too cold and windy to smell his breath. He seemed very happy to know my last name was Irish. We parted ways after I invited him to stop by sometime (it was the neighborly thing to do, even if I’m not looking forward to it) but I think I’d have to have him chaperoned by his sisters if he was to actually set foot in the house. (There’s no way he’s crossing the doorstep if my wife is here alone.)
Finally, one of my clients—actually the end-user of one of my clients, who I work pretty closely with these days—sent me a box of molasses clove cookies for the holidays. I hope they’re good.
UPDATE: These cookies are CRACK! They are so good, I’m fighting the urge to run downstairs and eat the whole pile. AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHH!