Before/After Plants
When we moved in in May:

Now:

This stuff’s been there about a month and none of it’s dead yet. I’m shocked.
When we moved in in May:

Now:

This stuff’s been there about a month and none of it’s dead yet. I’m shocked.

The Internet just wanted to you be aware of acne. Dear everyone: acne exists. See? Now you’re aware. Mission accomplished.
Solid Chocolate Lungs.
Solid. Chocolate. Lungs.
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Photo by Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head (flickr)
My rental backyard currently looks like this:

The photo doesn’t show it’s biggest problem - a serious drainage issue that makes walking to that gate nigh-impossible and prompted me to christen the house “SWAMPHOUSE” during the rental process. The good: income from mud wrestling tournaments. The bad: best place in town for hot, sexy mosquitos to get it on.
Before the summer has ended (or likely, as the summer ends), I’d much rather it look like this:

It should also feature this:
Tessellating Paving Stone. Yes.
Tomorrow I paint walls. This may be getting out of hand.
Images made from Rubiks Cubes. It’s interesting how the artist (artists?) transitions from video game icons to full-on photo style images over time. I wonder if he/she solves the cubes to fill the solid areas or cheats and uses them pre-solved out of the box.
On interpretation: participants/parkers describe color-coordinated parking as a calling for “healthcare for the elderly, adequate women’s rights and human rights”, and as “bullshit.”
Carpark from Mark Tribe on Vimeo.
Also, I would have titled this project “COLORPARK” instead, but in 1994 when it was developed I was too busy hanging out on the third grade playground, trying to get the swing to go over the bar.
Here’s something that should not exist, but does:
Sparky and I enjoy counting tacky Virginia Tech tchotchkes on local cars - it’s one of the love/hate things about SWVA that we’ll miss/not miss. All those VT-adorned Silverados have now been outclassed (out unclassed?) by the Christiansburg shop owner flying this flag.
No. Just no.
My evening commute is a time warp to February:

These photos were taken on the same day; the left one taken when I left work, the right one taken when I got home.
Thanks to this really awesome and detailed Google Maps overlay, I’ve learned that the reason I still don’t have leaves at home is because “home” is about 2,000 feet higher than “work.” I had no idea I was but a a few hundred feet shy of needing the “higher elevation” baking directions. Is this why my frozen pizzas come out sub-par?
Extra Credit: from the same site that made the contour map, here’s a richly detailed map of which Alaskan towns and cities can see Russia. Science - it works, bitches!
Now all we need is a map that shows what a crock abstinence-only sex-ed is, and my quota for grossly-outdated political references for the day will be fulfilled.
So I’m thinking about renting this house, which has lots of things our current residence does not - for example:

Trees! Concrete instead of dirt! Sunlight!
Grass! Fences! Heat that (probably) works! A backyard instead of a wall o’ dirt!
A dishwasher! Cabinets! A countertop! Some realtor’s purse! Windows in the kitchen!
A basement! Fireplace! (or a.k.a.) Alternate heat source if (when) the heat stops working!
And get this, internet … it’s got windows in it!
All this plus lots! of other stuff! that our current house doesn’t!
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