Addendum to Yesterday's Post

Exsqueeze Me?

I had to read this article three times.

Some group had a fundraiser in support of the endangered Black Rhino in Africa.

A silent auction, one guy bid $350,000 on the first prize.  And he won.

The first prize; you get to kill a Black Rhino!

What?

Now the controversy is not that the guy gets to go over and shoot a Black Rhino.  It's the US government is not sure if they will let him bring it back here to mount on his wall.

Which he should be able to do, to show his support of the Black Rhino!  Well, not this one, but certainly all the other ones.

And in the same paper - or a day later - not to rub it in, but.......

I appreciate the asterisk.

This Morning's Musings.....

If Only

Now It All Makes Sense

I Knew It!

Only In Ontario......

.....this type of sign would not be allowed.

Too many politically correct mambiers would be outraged at this "racist" name.

Down in Florida, not so much.

"Hell, I don't know what half this crazy ass shit you people eat is.  But I'll sell it to you. Cheap."

And because you can't get much more than Dorito's and Kraft Dinner in some of the supermarkets here, I do shop at a few local stores.

For the faint of heart, this Latina store has a little more palatable name.

And they are very helpful.  I told one guy I was looking for a spicy Thai pepper sauce (that I couldn't find in the local Pic'n'Save) so he took me to the Thai section, but no luck.  Finally after about ten minutes of searching he found it, in the Chinese section.

He said, "This is Chinese, not Thai."

I said, "Hell. Chinese, Thai, all this crazy ass Asian stuff looks the same to me."

Okay, I didn't say that, but I knew he thought that's what I was thinking.

Last week I found a can of Jalapeño Peppers.  $1.25, I'll give it a go.

At the cashier I say, "I've never tried these before.",  obviously assuming that because she's Latin, she has tried everything in the store.

I said "Not sure how to cook them.  May not like them."

She just stared at me and said, "If you don't like 'em.....don't buy any more."

I said, "Uhhh....that's good advice."

Then she said, "If you like 'em....buy some more."

 I said, "That's also good adv....."

"Now get the Hell outta here."

Okay, she didn't say that.  But I knew that's what she was thinking.

You don't get much small talk for $1.25.


P.S. When I got home I opened the can.  It was full of Jalapeños!

The most I've ever bought before is 1. I don't know how many you can eat in a sitting, but it will be a while before I buy more, even if I do like them.

I am getting caught up on my reading, though.  [Ed. note: Great....toilet humour.]

Now We're Talking!

Booze not mentioned anywhere!

Or fires!

Still good!

This will be my new party place.

Oh.....And Enjoy!

Holy crap!

 

Actually, I stopped reading, and walking, after the first one.

 

Although I must admit, #2 probably does make sense.

"That's the third time them damn drunks done burnt down the dock!  Guessin' we gonna need us a coupla rules...."

I Think I'll Take A Pass On This Place

Unless you're talking about the restaurant "Pass/Fail" rating system.

In which case, I think I'll take a fail on this place.

And that....bug....is under the glass on the restaurant display wall.  He's not just flying by and took a rest.

Although he has good taste in the potato omelette.

Actually, if this is indicative of the rest of the place, he may have good taste in the potato omelette.

Crunch crunch...

Update To Yesterday's Post

Here is this year's Swamp Buggy Queen going for a mud bath. 

Yesterday's pic was last year's queen.  Because this year's race hadn't ain't been run yet yesterday.

See what I'm saying.

Hell Yeah!

Got me stuck in the middle of yer annual Swamp Buggy Parade yesterday.

Some big ol' boys gonna be running in the swamp on Sunday.

In th' mud.

Swamp buggy racing originated in this southern Florida country back in 1940 and 9.

I don't know where swamp buggies originated.

Or why.

But the buggies have come a long way since then.  With V8 engines and turning torque you wouldn't believe.

Because the dad gummed things kept getting stuck in the gol durned mud!

 

And, as usual, the Shriners got involved.

Here they are running around in their Yabba Yabba Do buggies, a la Fred Flintstone.

And, also as usual, the lucky Swamp Buggy Queen gets to go for a mud bath with the race winner.

Or is it the lucky race winner gets to take the Queen for a mud bath?  I can never figure that out.

Regardless, you won't see this in downtown Toronto.

Let's see, Board of Health would be involved, Transportation Safety would raise multiple concerns, women's groups would be outraged and those Yabba Dabba Do buggies would not be allowed anywhere near the street.  Oh, and I suspect there would also be a few liquor violations....

But ya gotta love the southern USA!

Trick Or Treat - Florida Style

Two of my neighbours, Pearl and Vern.

Next; Leafs Win The Cup Czar?

[Note: Obama just appointed Ron Klain as the official Ebola Czar.]

Yowza!

This is a composite picture of a giant sequoia named The President.

I had to stand way, way, way back to get it.

So yeah, it may seem to look fairly large.  But it's not - it is huge!

To give it scale, you can see one guy at the bottom in a red jacket.

Another (brave) guy is standing on a branch, almost at the top, also in a red jacket.

It is 250 feet tall and 27 feet in diameter at the bottom.

But I think the most impressive thing is that it is 3,200 years old.

They know this because after they cut it down they counted the rings. 

At least I'm pretty sure that's how they knew the age.

Hey! No Fair!

Did Mr. P. write this?

Oh Oh......

This iconic menswear store at the corner of Yonge & Bloor is closing.

After 114 years in business.

Since this is the last, beautiful (except for the recent third floor glass addition) building on any of the four corners (you can see the 65 storey "One Bloor" going up on the SE corner, and the two existing north towers in the pic below) of arguably Toronto's premier intersection.....

.....what could be coming next.....?

A Timmy's?  Gas station?

Stay tuned.   As I aimlessly wander the streets looking for clues..........

Who Is This?

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Yikes!......

Plastic surgery is not your friend......

And, of course,  30 years may also have something to do with it.

[Ed. Note:  Uhhh......looked in the mirror lately UC?  Or ever?]

The Grass Is Always Greener....

....When It's Fake

But unless you're an anal, retired guy, who would even notice......

Problem Solved!



A while back I posted a ditty about the new separated bike lanes on Sherbourne St in Toronto.  Raised curbs would separate bikes from vehicles.

A great idea, but opined about how long it would take before delivery vehicles would be jumping the curbs and blocking the bike lanes.

Click That Didn't Take Long for a refresher.

The answer was, of course, almost immediately.

So the city started to enforce no curb jumping.  So was there yesterday, and the problem looks to be solved!

Just park on the sidewalk.

Why didn't I think of that?

Old Barn

The title of this pic from some website is "Old Barn".

But one of the comments below it was "Do.  Not.  Sneeze."

Somewhat more descriptive......

What Would Our Parents Say



From today's Real Estate Section.

What a cute little house.  Maybe Munchkins live there.

Maybe filthy rich Munchkins.

Almost a million bucks?  For that?

I'm guessing Hobbits for this one.  It's even cuter! 

And it should bloody well should be, for almost three million!

Is that a typo?

Finally, something we can all afford, like something we grew up in.

$765,000?    And this is in the boonies, TO-wise.

My old man would have bought this for $22,500 in 19 ought and 60.

I'm hoping the same thing happens with all these old record albums I'm hanging on to.

So far, not so good......